That's my BOY!

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Opening night of Trevor's play. I am so, so proud.

DESTROYED

Alas, it is true.

The StarRainbowUnicorns were knocked to second place in week 5.

SECOND PLACE! I know it so well-- I've lived there my whole entire life. *sob*

By two points.

TWO LOUSY POINTS!!!

But I will go on-- for you, for the Moms-- I will go on. I will arrange the team and press forward and replace the guys on Bye because I CARE. Because winning MEANS SOMETHING.

Also because technically we can't quit.

StarRainbowUnicorn POWER!

Moms, it's probably our last chance to gloat-- but gloat we shall. The CentralValleyMoms' Fantasy Football team (I KNOW you all have been on pins and needles in your concern over this) is still in FIRST PLACE!

That's right-- 4 weeks in, and we are in the top team in the Fresno Blogger Bowl Fantasy Football challenge. Still. Even after last week's Bye, wherein two of our running backs and one wide receiver were out on rest and we had to replace them with recycled kitchen appliances and an old shoe.

But alas, I fear this is our last chance to brag, as I honestly have no idea what happens next nor how to save us from my ignorance. Thus IGNORE-ence shall commence as I let the team just...do its thing.

It's been a good strategy so far-- kind of like choosing "C" on the SAT.

GO STARRAINBOWUNICORNS!!!

My mom went to the hospital and all I got were these stupid genes

My father used to lament my feet. He lamented them because they were his feet.

He would apologize profusely every time he saw them, as not only are they highly unattractive on a female, he was forever plagued by ingrown toenails, calcium deposits and muscle pain.

He dreaded knowing what I was in for.

Moving up from there, I suppose things get slightly better. I have my mother’s legs and a combination of my father's and mother’s varicose veins. Joy. I have my grandfather’s eyes and my mother’s skin; my dad’s hips and the flat stomach of the women in his family; and my mother’s enormous, gummy smile.

Tracing my past outlines a fairly unattractive future. My grandmother had dementia before she died in her early 90s. Her husband--my grandfather-- died in his 70s of cardio myopathy; in a cruel twist of fate, my father passed at an even younger age of the exact same issue. My mother’s family is laced on both sides with osteoporosis, macular degeneration, varicose veins and arthritis. There are thyroid issues and kidney issues; gallbladder problems and breast cancer. Oh, and my maternal grandmother’s got an enlarged heart.

You know. So as I grow old I look forward to road map legs; blindness; stroke; a weak-heart muscle with either high- or low- blood pressure; craziness; and a hump on my back. I’ve got thyroid issues and the looming threat of breast cancer to entertain me, and the possibility of arthritis and palsy. But hey, on the bright side, longevity ran in my family too. Again.. Joy.

As a parent I recognize certain features in my kids and my currently healthy heart swells appropriately with pride. I see my sons’ have my eyes. All three of my kids inherited the gummy smile. Poor saps.

But along with the features I happily recognize, I sit watching and waiting with my son in a darkened room in urgent care. As I type this, he lays on the doctor’s table, eyes closed, head throbbing, searching for a way around the pain.

It appears that he has inherited the family migraines.

This is odd to me, for so far as I ever knew, it was only the women in the family that ended up with those horrendous, utterly debilitating headaches. As far as I look back in the line—my greatgrandmother, my grandmother and my second cousins, my aunt, me, my niece—all of us women, all of us starting around puberty. I always thought it was a “chick” thing, and always thought the guys in the family avoided yet another female curse.

But there he lays, having already described to me the horror and awkwardness of sudden, partial blindness; of the dull throb that quickly engulfs the head and is all-too-quickly followed by blinding pain; and the need for someone to help his blind-self to a dark, cool area to wait out (and hopefully sleep off) the pain. So far, no nausea; so at least he’s got that going for him.

It’s here in the dark of the doctor’s office that my father’s words come ringing back to me, his all-too-familiar refrain:

Why do we pass along the worst traits to our children?

If only I could reach over and take away the pain… would I? Having suffered through them for 15 years, the unpredictable, untouchable pain that no medication was ever able to quell, the great unknown if a ruined day would follow what at first seemed like benign sunspots? The nausea, the misery, the blinding pain… would I take them back, so he would never have to experience them?

Yes. In a heartbeat.

Instead, I sit here cursing my genes and hoping better medicine awaits this 15-year old, than did my 15-year old self.

I try to look on the upside. If my father was here, he would have a different focus. Forget the migraine. Dad would be lamenting my son’s feet.

Kids maek me smurt

I sat there, slack jawed and drooly, staring at my computer screen yet seeing nothing. I had just opened a program and suddenly could not—for the life of me—remember why.

Later I walked out of my office to tell a colleague a very important piece of information. Wait. Which colleague? Who was I about to talk to? I pause outside my office door. And about what, again?

How was I reduced to this? How have I allowed myself to become this heaping mess of forgetfulness and stupidity?

The answer comes roaring into my brain: CHILDREN. I have so many kids, clearly the responsibility has eked away my brain cells.

But, like most things in life, if I actually thought that, I would be wrong.

According to Katherine Ellison, in her book The Mommy Brain: How Motherhood Makes us Smarter, “study after study shows that having babies contributes to increased brain cells, and along with these little darlings (the new brain cells as well as the babies) come increased skills of all kinds.

“At the center of this good news is that now-familiar phenomenon, neurogenesis: the brain’s process of growing and changing through the development of new neurons. This amazing brain plasticity is encouraged by repeated new actions, especially of the “positive, emotionally charged, and challenging” variety, referred to by scientists as “enrichment.” As it turns out, the process of child rearing, beginning even in pregnancy, is enrichment’s mother lode.”

Think it’s fleeting? Not so. “In fact, indications are that the positive changes brought about in the brain by pregnancy hormones, and subsequent stimulation from our babies and children, last for the rest of our lives—long past the time our grandchildren are born.”

Read on, mammas. Apparently there’s hope for me yet!

Suzie Orman: Wow.

It's not often I am at a loss for words. In fact, I could go on for the next two hours about how I could go on for the next two hours. But yesterday, after I had my introduction to Suzie Orman, all I could say was...

Wow.

And still… wow.

Yesterday I was fortunate enough to attend the Central California Women’s Conference. It was the first time I’d ever been to this event, despite my strong desire to attend in the past.

The event was amazing—I’m always in favor of hanging out with thousands of strong, vibrant women who believe in the power of strong vibrant women. I also am a big fan of freebies, and this event offered plenty.

But the best thing I got out of this event, besides the pens, the reusable canvas grocery totes, the candle, the lip gloss, the mail openers, the candy, the notebook, the bracelets, the watch and of course, the AWESOME CentralValleyMoms.com refrigerator magnet, was the advice. The sound, awesome financial advice I got from Suzie “Crazy and self adoring but you can’t help but like her” Orman.

As my grandmother would say, she’s a real pistol.

From the moment she entered the room to rousing cheers and an amazing, somewhat self-worshipful bio, wherein she was hailed as the single most important female of the modern age (I’m paraphrasing); to her final moments (which were10 minutes past the end of her allotted speech time), wherein she bade farewell to even rousing-er cheers, all I could think was, “wow.”

Suzie Orman. Wow.

The bits that stuck out:

• Pay attention to your finances. Do you know what you have in the bank? Do you know how much interest you’re paying on your credit cards? Stop being afraid of the information. In order to gain control, you have to understand your situation.
  
  
• Don’t be stupid with your money. When you finally get ahead, stay true to your own financial goals. Which means, don’t lend it out to save someone else from their own financial crisis.
  
  
• Get a Living Revocable Trust. If you die, it’ll save your family untold heartache and tremendous amounts of money trying to keep property out of probate.
  
  
• Get a will.
  
  
• Your FICA score is vital; take care of it. That means don’t max out your credit cards, and don’t cancel your credit cards after you pay them off. Either one affects your credit score adversely. Maxing out your cards lowers your score. A lower score means credit institutions can raise your card’s interest rate. Increased interest rates mean a longer time paying them off, and more struggle, which leads to a longer period of time with a low score, which leads to credit companies reducing your available credit, which then hurts your credit score. Seeing the pattern?
  
  
• Finally, get a Roth IRA. She said a good deal on this point, but let me boil it down to this: If you have money in a 401K (a pre-tax fund), and your company offers matching funds, take them via contributing to your company’s 401K plan. Anything beyond what the company will match, however, should be placed in a Roth IRA. Suzie’s reasoning: On top of already massive national debt, the government has just bailed out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. To fund the bailout, taxes will need to be raised. Who pays taxes? We do. Worse, taxes always increase over time. With a 401K account, your money goes in pre-tax. Unfortunately, you get hit with the taxes when you withdraw from the account. So if taxes rise over time, it would be more economically advantageous to pay the upfront, when they are smaller, as opposed to on the tail end, when you’re a retiree on a fixed income and can’t speculate what they will be.

It was a really fascinating speech. I came away feeling less fearful of my financial future, as I had some good advice to stand on.

For more information—and perhaps a better explanation, check out www.suzieorman.com.

Sydney would go nuts for this

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