Thursday, October 30, 2014

Don't Tell Me How To Fan

I have lived my entire life within a 1 hour radius of the Kansas City Metro area. This is an area that LOVE, LOVE, LOVES it's sports. Pro sports, semi-pro sports, college sports, high school sports; people eat it all up. Sports rivalries are a way of life.

And this October, one Kansas City team brought national attention, in a good way, to our love of sports. If someone had told me in April that the Royals would be in the World Series, I would have thought they were off their rocker. Sure, the Royals were doing better than they had for, well, most of my life, but a World Series seemed out of reach. I was just happy we weren't battling for last place in all of Major League Baseball, like a few years prior.

My dad raised me to love the Royals. Through thick & thin, good & bad years. (Although, he was never successful in getting me to love the Chiefs, because football...meh.)

Every year, like every other Royals fan I know, started out with the hope that maybe, just maybe, this year would be OUR year. The year that the Royals would break the drought and get into the playoffs.

2014 was finally that year. A season of cautious optimism growing into full-fledged OMG.I.can't believe.it.we're.in.the.WORLD.FREAKING.SERIES. This year's team rekindled our love of baseball.

Don't misunderstand me. Our love of baseball never died. Not even some of the worst seasons of baseball ever could completely extinguish that. No, what this season did was take that fitfully burning love and turn it into a wildfire of passion. We loved that they made baseball FUN again.

It's been an incredibly, fantastically fun season, and especially so in the post-season. Seeing Cain make seemingly impossible plays, watching Butler stealing bases or chugging from 1st to home, or the pure and absolute joy of having not just a good bullpen, but possibly the best in the MLB this season is just incredible.

So today, me, hubby & baby, and 10,000 other true blue loyal Royals fans gathered to say "Thank You!" to the team that has been so much fun to root for. It was great. And hopefully it somewhat lessened the sting for the team of having come sooooooooo close to taking the crown.

And then I made the mistake of reading comments on the news articles that covered the event this morning. Out of town/state people commenting telling us that we shouldn't celebrate the team that lost the World Series. Telling us that apparently we don't know how to celebrate properly.

So for you anonymous denizens of the internet that so clearly just don't get it, I have this to say. DON'T TELL ME HOW TO FAN!* Don't tell me how I should or should not support and thank these phenomenal athletes and men who gave it their all this post season. I believe that love should weather the good and the bad. Believe me, us true blue Royals fans have seen the bad, and a 1 run loss in game 7 of the World Series was not it. We went to games in the worst seasons in franchise history, watched as good players came and went, hoping, praying to have a good, complete team. We got that, and win or lose, we celebrated that today. So take your nay-saying, fair-weather fan malarky somewhere else. It doesn't fly here. GO ROYALS!


*I refuse to use the term fangirl due to its use in belittling and delegitimizing the fan experience of females, hence the potentially odd sounding phrasing.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Ch-ch-ch-changes

The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind. 2 weeks ago Thursday, I got a call from hubby's aunt. The company she works for was looking for a part time office manager assistant, and she was wondering if I'd be interested.

I had worked there as a temp shortly after I got laid off a couple years ago, and really liked it, so I said I'd be thrilled if she put my name into the running for the position.

The following Monday I got the word that I got the job. So the next day I put in my notice at Taco Bell. Made my boss and all my favorite co-workers sad.

This last Tuesday was my last day at Taco Bell, and I started my new job on Wednesday. All this after having a booth for my photography at a consignment sale the 5 days before. So I've been going non-stop for a week & a half.

So now I have a new job, but it's in the opposite direction from home as my babysitter, so now I have to find a new sitter.

I do not handle changes well, and the rapid pace of change the last two weeks has my head spinning. I am so exhausted just thinking about finding a sitter. It's times like this that being an introvert who can count close trusted friends on one hand really stinks. :(

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Serenity vs. the bully

This week, at just under 16 months old, Serenity had her first encounter with a bully.

She was at the sitter's on Monday when it happened. She was given a toy, and a little boy there wanted it. When she didn't give it to him, he bit her! However, she held on to the toy, and pushed him away.

She may have a mouth shaped bruise on her arm, but I am happy that she's able to stand up for herself. My baby girl is too tough & stubborn to let a bully get the best of her. :)

Friday, July 18, 2014

Goodwill Goodies


It's official. I'm smitten. I went to the Goodwill Outlet, and I'm hooked. I got 4 bags of stuff for just under $19.00.

Counting the 7 roughly 1 yard pieces of sheer, metallic fabric I nabbed, I got 50 items. 11 of the items had tags, whose totals added up to $46.

2 curtains that I plan to use as fabric for dresses for Serenity.
2 vintage flat sheets with fabulous floral patterns, also to utilize as a fabric source.
1 silk shirt.
1 silk skirt. (It's a size 0, but it's got a gorgeous pattern. I think I see a silk dress in Serenity's future)
1 very 80's silk formal cocktail dress.
1 kimono with beautiful chrysanthemums printed on it.
1 pair of pajama pants that look like they're brand new.
1 vintage kurti. It's missing some bells & bangles, but I know can make something spectacular out of it.
1 pair capris.
3 sweaters.
5 shirts for me.
1 green satin sash.
3 shirts that might fit my mom.
2 skirts.
2 pairs of pants for Serenity.
1 pair of PJs for Serenity.
1 pair PJ for the neighbor's new baby.
5 tops for Serenity to wear next spring.
6 dresses for Serenity to grow into.

And the best piece of all. A vintage wool coat with a fabulous fur collar.

Fabulous!
It's missing whatever it used to have to keep it closed, but I think a couple frog closures will fix it up just fine.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Project Roundup

Now that I have a beautiful, new, fully functional sewing machine, I figured it's time to think about tackling the projects that have been sitting in my sewing room. But which to tackle first...

Turn random fabric into a dress for Serenity?

Shorten a too long wool skirt?

Hem too long dress pants?

Refashion a too small silk skirt?

Refashion a too big sheath dress?

Turn receiving blankets and other flannel scraps into diapers?
*Sigh* Decisions, decisions... And this is just the tip of the project iceberg, that is preventing me from getting to the other projects buried in the black hole I call a sewing room!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Monday came to visit, and won't leave

This week has not had the most auspicious start. My "case of the Mondays" extended into Tuesday.

Started out with Serenity waking up crying at 5:30 Monday morning. Usually, if she wakes up before 7 am, some noms and snuggles get her right back to sleep. Not so this time. Once I was coherent enough to get up and get her dressed, I was horrified to see what I thought were bug bites, all along the back of her neck.

I turned on some more lights for a better look, and soon discovered they weren't bites, and they weren't just on her neck. They were hives, and they were on her arms, in her arm pits, on an ear, on her back, her thighs. No wonder she had woken up crying!
Poor baby!
As soon as urgent care was open, I called & described the situation to the nurse. A few minutes later, the doctor called back and advised me that it was very likely that Serenity was having a reaction to the amoxicillin she was prescribed the week before and to immediately stop using it.

So all I could do was give her some Benadryl and put allergy cream on it and hope it got better. After giving her the Benadryl, I put her in the high chair with some Cheerios for breakfast. An early wake up paired with Benadryl made her fall asleep in her high chair!


The hives weren't any better by bedtime, so she slept in the pack-n-play next to our bed last night. And I couldn't sleep. I was terrified that the reaction might worsen and she would have trouble breathing. Of course, the storm that rolled through around 11 pm wasn't any help in the sleep department either. Lots of lightning, thunder, howling wind and driving rain helped keep me awake til past midnight.

I woke up this morning and was thrilled to discover that overnight the hives had subsided greatly. No early morning trip to urgent care! It was going to be a good day! 

And then, it wasn't. Turns out, that fun little storm knocked out power in lots of places around town. This included a partial power outage at my place of employment. Roughly 1/3 of the lights and equipment necessary to be open were working, everything else, not so much. After 2 hours of being at work, but not being able to clock in, due to the computers being part of the equipment without power, I was finally told to go home. So that's more missed hours at work. :(

And now, it's 10 pm, and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I was prescribed amoxicillin for my bronchitis, and I stopped taking it when I stopped giving Serenity hers. And 48 hours since my last dose, I'm starting to think that I probably needed to stay on it. But I don't want it to get into Serenity's system and possibly cause a worse reaction than hives. 

Hopefully I'll wake up feeling better tomorrow. Because, I swear, if Monday tries to show up again...
 

Saturday, July 5, 2014

4th of July

Our Independence Day was very close to being as miserable as this year's Valentine's Day. Last Sunday Serenity & I went to urgent care. I almost didn't make an appointment for myself, because I thought I was just a little under the weather. I knew Serenity was coming down with an ear infection, so I wanted to take care of it ASAP. Turns out, I was worse off than I thought. I had bronchitis bad enough that the doctor gave me a nebulizer treatment right there in the office.

Fortunately, the medicine we were both put on did the trick and we were well enough to enjoy the 4th of July with family.

Waiting for the Rich Hill 4th of July Parade to start.
Beginning of parade





End of Parade


Serenity enjoyed the parade, except for some fire truck sirens and the tow trucks honking. The fireworks later weren't really her cup of tea. Even the quiet ones made her cry, so she went to bed, and slept through all the rest.