News: my belly button has gotten suspiciously shallow lately. This has interrupted an age-old tradition of Michael trying to tap his finger in and out of my belly button to make a funny little “plop” noise. He usually tries to get in as many as he can before I successfully squirm away because it feels weird. And now the bottom of my belly button is right there close to the surface! All vulnerable and exposed!
Question: Do ALL belly buttons completely pop out like little snooze buttons?
Item: I had new software installed on my work computer to allow me to use my regular mouse on my laptop instead of the little finger pad thing. When the tech guy came over to install, he showed me that the official settings make you select which computer is the “master” computer and which is the “slave computer. Is it horrible that my first instinct was to giggle and blush and think, "Kinky!"? Maybe my first reaction should have been to shake my head at the insensitivity.
Update: According to my daily pregnancy email reminder, baby is about 2 lbs right now! Makes sense, my midwife told us that she went through a growth spurt in the past month! Wish I could nuzzle her!
And now I present a one-word teaser for what my next blog will be about: balls.
Let your imagination wander!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Au Natural
I’m planning on going natural, if you’re wondering. Natural birth. Natural as in no medication or interventions, that is. I guess people have different definitions of “natural.”
Now guys, I really don’t mean this blog post to be offensive or condescending. I know that people get sensitive when this topic is brought up because everyone feels like other peoples’ opinions are a slam against what they decided to do. I don’t want to come across with an attitude of “OMG, you’re a horrible person if you did x…” or a competition of who is better at being more natural, etc. I can’t stand that stuff.
What I do want to do is post about my feelings on the subject, and I’d like to be able to talk about something that’s important to me. I understand that not everybody out there agrees with me. I’ve already gotten several people try to talk me out of going natural, and one gentleman (who happened to be a nurse) make very clear that he thought I was an idiot and that he obviously knew what my body was capable of much more than I did. I wanted to tell him that, simply by making such statements, not only was he solidifying some of my fears about contemporary medical-intervention labor and delivery care, but also giving me personal ammunition and motivation to stay the course. (Let’s call it the “Take THAT” approach.)
I know going natural isn’t for everyone, I’m just saying that I think it’s for me. I think everyone has to decide what they want out of their L&D experience. A lot of women don’t want pain, I get that. I can see how having a less-painful, calmer experience would be preferable. However, going natural gives me some of the things that I’m looking for with my experience.
Guys, I don’t want a c-section. I’m not afraid to tell you that. If I end up getting a c-section I fully plan on coming on this blog and talking about the experience and my likely disappointed feelings about it. I like to think that my blog is a place where I can write a realistic portrayal of my life – the good and the bad. I think I helped this aim by posting about my nausea and puking experiences over and over and over again. Anyway, I’m scared of a c-section. Mostly because I keep envisioning this moment after the baby is born where Michael and I will get to look into the little one’s (likely screaming) face and hold her and cuddle her and tell her how much we wanted and waited for her. I’ve read a few too many blogs and forum posts of womens’ birth stories telling of their horror or sad experiences with c-sections. I’ve read about being tied down to the table (arms, head). Being freezing cold. Not being able to see anything, not knowing if everything is okay. Having the baby held in front of you for a minute before they whisk her away for testing and care. Being so wonked out from your meds that you recover in another room for an hour or more before you’re well enough to see your baby. Feeling so detached that you don’t even feel like holding the baby, you don’t even bond. These are the things that I don’t want from my experience.
So here are the reasons I want to go natural:
1. I feel like I can. I feel like I am a strong, tough woman who should be able to deliver a child without pain medication. I feel like I will be able to handle it. I would like to try.
2. I don’t know enough about the drugs. I’ve spent my entire pregnancy watching what goes into my body. “Is this soft cheese pasteurized?” “No wine for me, thanks.” “Has this produce been washed?” I haven’t gone crazy. I’m not eating all organic. I ate sushi (only cooked rolls though). But still, I’ve been pretty careful about what I put in my body. The truth is that I haven’t done my research. I haven’t learned enough about the drugs to find out what all they do/mean. So I’m hoping to just play it safe and pass on grass, like I did when I decided against taking Tylenol for a splitting headache because I couldn’t remember if it was okay or not.
3. I want the natural experience. I’ve heard that you get this awesome wave of bonding hormones right after giving birth naturally. Some people argue that you don’t get this same thing when you’ve had meds.
4. A cultural discrepancy. Plenty of other cultures look at birth as a beautiful rite of passage. Girls look forward to giving birth because it means their transition into the woman’s culture of the society. In Western society we tend to look at birth with horror and fear, like it's a medical condition to be treated, cured. It’s a favorite pastime for women to share horror stories of their births or the births of people they know. I’ve already seen this first hand. As soon as someone finds out I’m pregnant, people want to tell me the worst birth stories they know. “I hope you have it better than my sister! She was in so much pain she popped blood vessels in her eyes and she had a huge tear on her…” “Okay, I got it.” I just think we could all benefit from treating birth with a little more positivity.
5. It might lessen my chances of having a c-section. I’m sure this isn’t scientifically proven, but I did see some information in a very one-sided documentary called The Business of Being Born. It pointed out that doctors will often recommend Pitocin (a drug) to make birth progress a little faster. However, this also makes contractions more powerful and painful, so you need an epidural. And after a few rounds of getting the meds right and several hours of trying to get the birth to progress, eventually your body starts shutting down and suddenly you need a c-section. Even if this isn’t completely proven, it makes sense to me. So if this can lessen my chances of a c-section, I’ll take it.
6. It will cost less money. Period.
Do I have times that I wonder if I can do it? Do I have moments when I realize that I actually have no idea of how bad it might get? Do I realize that, even after going natural, something might go wrong and I’ll end up needing all kinds of interventions? Yes on all counts.
But this is my plan and I’m sticking to it. I will not throw a tantrum if things don’t go my way but I will try my hardest to stay the course.
I hope you’ll support that decision and not be offended by this post. :)
Now guys, I really don’t mean this blog post to be offensive or condescending. I know that people get sensitive when this topic is brought up because everyone feels like other peoples’ opinions are a slam against what they decided to do. I don’t want to come across with an attitude of “OMG, you’re a horrible person if you did x…” or a competition of who is better at being more natural, etc. I can’t stand that stuff.
What I do want to do is post about my feelings on the subject, and I’d like to be able to talk about something that’s important to me. I understand that not everybody out there agrees with me. I’ve already gotten several people try to talk me out of going natural, and one gentleman (who happened to be a nurse) make very clear that he thought I was an idiot and that he obviously knew what my body was capable of much more than I did. I wanted to tell him that, simply by making such statements, not only was he solidifying some of my fears about contemporary medical-intervention labor and delivery care, but also giving me personal ammunition and motivation to stay the course. (Let’s call it the “Take THAT” approach.)
I know going natural isn’t for everyone, I’m just saying that I think it’s for me. I think everyone has to decide what they want out of their L&D experience. A lot of women don’t want pain, I get that. I can see how having a less-painful, calmer experience would be preferable. However, going natural gives me some of the things that I’m looking for with my experience.
Guys, I don’t want a c-section. I’m not afraid to tell you that. If I end up getting a c-section I fully plan on coming on this blog and talking about the experience and my likely disappointed feelings about it. I like to think that my blog is a place where I can write a realistic portrayal of my life – the good and the bad. I think I helped this aim by posting about my nausea and puking experiences over and over and over again. Anyway, I’m scared of a c-section. Mostly because I keep envisioning this moment after the baby is born where Michael and I will get to look into the little one’s (likely screaming) face and hold her and cuddle her and tell her how much we wanted and waited for her. I’ve read a few too many blogs and forum posts of womens’ birth stories telling of their horror or sad experiences with c-sections. I’ve read about being tied down to the table (arms, head). Being freezing cold. Not being able to see anything, not knowing if everything is okay. Having the baby held in front of you for a minute before they whisk her away for testing and care. Being so wonked out from your meds that you recover in another room for an hour or more before you’re well enough to see your baby. Feeling so detached that you don’t even feel like holding the baby, you don’t even bond. These are the things that I don’t want from my experience.
So here are the reasons I want to go natural:
1. I feel like I can. I feel like I am a strong, tough woman who should be able to deliver a child without pain medication. I feel like I will be able to handle it. I would like to try.
2. I don’t know enough about the drugs. I’ve spent my entire pregnancy watching what goes into my body. “Is this soft cheese pasteurized?” “No wine for me, thanks.” “Has this produce been washed?” I haven’t gone crazy. I’m not eating all organic. I ate sushi (only cooked rolls though). But still, I’ve been pretty careful about what I put in my body. The truth is that I haven’t done my research. I haven’t learned enough about the drugs to find out what all they do/mean. So I’m hoping to just play it safe and pass on grass, like I did when I decided against taking Tylenol for a splitting headache because I couldn’t remember if it was okay or not.
3. I want the natural experience. I’ve heard that you get this awesome wave of bonding hormones right after giving birth naturally. Some people argue that you don’t get this same thing when you’ve had meds.
4. A cultural discrepancy. Plenty of other cultures look at birth as a beautiful rite of passage. Girls look forward to giving birth because it means their transition into the woman’s culture of the society. In Western society we tend to look at birth with horror and fear, like it's a medical condition to be treated, cured. It’s a favorite pastime for women to share horror stories of their births or the births of people they know. I’ve already seen this first hand. As soon as someone finds out I’m pregnant, people want to tell me the worst birth stories they know. “I hope you have it better than my sister! She was in so much pain she popped blood vessels in her eyes and she had a huge tear on her…” “Okay, I got it.” I just think we could all benefit from treating birth with a little more positivity.
5. It might lessen my chances of having a c-section. I’m sure this isn’t scientifically proven, but I did see some information in a very one-sided documentary called The Business of Being Born. It pointed out that doctors will often recommend Pitocin (a drug) to make birth progress a little faster. However, this also makes contractions more powerful and painful, so you need an epidural. And after a few rounds of getting the meds right and several hours of trying to get the birth to progress, eventually your body starts shutting down and suddenly you need a c-section. Even if this isn’t completely proven, it makes sense to me. So if this can lessen my chances of a c-section, I’ll take it.
6. It will cost less money. Period.
Do I have times that I wonder if I can do it? Do I have moments when I realize that I actually have no idea of how bad it might get? Do I realize that, even after going natural, something might go wrong and I’ll end up needing all kinds of interventions? Yes on all counts.
But this is my plan and I’m sticking to it. I will not throw a tantrum if things don’t go my way but I will try my hardest to stay the course.
I hope you’ll support that decision and not be offended by this post. :)
Sunday, December 5, 2010
6 Months Along!
I can't believe that I'm already at 6 months along! As rough as those nausea-packed early weeks/months were, it now feels like it's going by so quickly!
Here I am at 24 weeks:
I really feel like I've gotten a lot bigger in the past month. What do you think?
Here I am at 24 weeks:
I really feel like I've gotten a lot bigger in the past month. What do you think?
My childhood and dear friend Keely requested a belly pic to put on Facebook, so I took one especially for that. So I figured I'd show it here as well:
Plus, you get a glimpse of our skinny Christmas tree!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Thanksgiving 2010
A full week after Thanksgiving and I'm finally getting around to blogging about it!
This is going to be a very picture-heavy post to make up for all the only-text posts I've been doing.
Our day started out with some last meal preparations. Everyone in our family provides something for the big T-Day meal, and Kai is no exception! His rolls were some of the finest I've tasted.
Just look at that jam-packed oven!
We had not one, not two, but THREE types of cranberry sauce. We have at least two people in attendance who prefer their cranberry sauce avec lines from the can. Wish granted!
I had a bit of everything. And ATE. IT. ALL.
Michael's contribution, two home-baked pies. 
And then it was time for a little rest and relaxation for humans...
... and dogs alike.
Then it was time for the Turkey Day Games to begin!
One game was the Journey to the New World, where your ship (person) had to navigate the Atlantic Ocean (patio) and avoid rocks (obstacles) while carrying your cargo (a stuffed turkey between your legs).
This is going to be a very picture-heavy post to make up for all the only-text posts I've been doing.
Our day started out with some last meal preparations. Everyone in our family provides something for the big T-Day meal, and Kai is no exception! His rolls were some of the finest I've tasted.
Just look at that jam-packed oven!We had not one, not two, but THREE types of cranberry sauce. We have at least two people in attendance who prefer their cranberry sauce avec lines from the can. Wish granted!I had a bit of everything. And ATE. IT. ALL.
Michael's contribution, two home-baked pies. And then it was time for a little rest and relaxation for humans...... and dogs alike.Then it was time for the Turkey Day Games to begin!One game was the Journey to the New World, where your ship (person) had to navigate the Atlantic Ocean (patio) and avoid rocks (obstacles) while carrying your cargo (a stuffed turkey between your legs).
Another game was "Guess that Gourd!" where you had to guess how heavy this large gourd is by lifting it.
We also had a game where you had to toss a stuffed Scarecrow into a bowl on the other side of the patio to get points.
The last game was the chipping contest. (Haven't you heard about the Pilgrims playing this one?) The floating green was first placed pretty close. Since everyone made this one (including Kai!), we moved it further away.
The final round involved chipping across the pool onto the green that floated in the hot tub.
There were also a few games that were unplanned, such as the "Jump the Fence to Retrieve Toys that Fell into the Arroyo" game. JP excelled. 
And the Hot Tub Football Toss, which everyone had a go at.
And, of course, the three-dog wrestle.
And we'll finish off with the one picture in which I am featured:
We also had a game where you had to toss a stuffed Scarecrow into a bowl on the other side of the patio to get points.The last game was the chipping contest. (Haven't you heard about the Pilgrims playing this one?) The floating green was first placed pretty close. Since everyone made this one (including Kai!), we moved it further away.
The final round involved chipping across the pool onto the green that floated in the hot tub.There were also a few games that were unplanned, such as the "Jump the Fence to Retrieve Toys that Fell into the Arroyo" game. JP excelled. And the Hot Tub Football Toss, which everyone had a go at.And, of course, the three-dog wrestle.And we'll finish off with the one picture in which I am featured:Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thankful
I'm so thankful. For my family and friends. For my husband and our little one, who had a big day yesterday.
First, I felt her kicking hard while sitting at my desk, so I leaned back to appreciate. Suddenly I felt a huge kick and saw my belly move around on its own! What a treat! What a kicker! I feel like she's already ornery.
Second, when I was laying on the couch later - as I am wont to do - I felt her kicking again. When she stopped, I made big soothing rubs across my belly. When I stopped, she started kicking again. And we did this over and over again for a half an hour because I just didn't get tired of it.
I'm going to put off researching if babies are capable of this kind of game because I prefer my sugar-coated belief that BabyShock and I had some serious bonding last night.
I'm thankful for the dinner that I'll be eating later today, and the people who will be sitting around the table.
I'm thankful that I've been off Zofran for 5 days.
I'm thankful for you. And I hope you have a great Thanksgiving.
First, I felt her kicking hard while sitting at my desk, so I leaned back to appreciate. Suddenly I felt a huge kick and saw my belly move around on its own! What a treat! What a kicker! I feel like she's already ornery.
Second, when I was laying on the couch later - as I am wont to do - I felt her kicking again. When she stopped, I made big soothing rubs across my belly. When I stopped, she started kicking again. And we did this over and over again for a half an hour because I just didn't get tired of it.
I'm going to put off researching if babies are capable of this kind of game because I prefer my sugar-coated belief that BabyShock and I had some serious bonding last night.
I'm thankful for the dinner that I'll be eating later today, and the people who will be sitting around the table.
I'm thankful that I've been off Zofran for 5 days.
I'm thankful for you. And I hope you have a great Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A Magical Madness
Can I just tell you that I love going grocery shopping the day before Thanksgiving? (I’m still not sure if a question mark or exclamation point goes at the end of that sentence.)
First of all, the stores know about the impending madness so they lay out piles of the staples. Everywhere you look are towers of pumpkin pie filling and pie crusts. They know about the time crunch, so they put all the ingredients for key meal dishes right next to each other. A tower of green bean cans stands next to the cream of mushroom soup and onion straws to make that traditional green bean casserole.
People are so frantic. “Bill! Bill! Oh God, Bill! There’s no more Swanson’s Chicken Broth! Oh God!”
I love the procrastinators who are looking through the 3 remaining frozen Butterball turkeys with great interest, thinking, "Um, this will thaw out by tomorrow morning, right??"
I love people that wear Thanksgiving vests and sweaters.
I love the open bins of nuts. Do people really buy nuts this way? What do you do with them? Roast them over an open fire?
Anyway, I love it all. All except the checkout lines.
First of all, the stores know about the impending madness so they lay out piles of the staples. Everywhere you look are towers of pumpkin pie filling and pie crusts. They know about the time crunch, so they put all the ingredients for key meal dishes right next to each other. A tower of green bean cans stands next to the cream of mushroom soup and onion straws to make that traditional green bean casserole.
People are so frantic. “Bill! Bill! Oh God, Bill! There’s no more Swanson’s Chicken Broth! Oh God!”
I love the procrastinators who are looking through the 3 remaining frozen Butterball turkeys with great interest, thinking, "Um, this will thaw out by tomorrow morning, right??"
I love people that wear Thanksgiving vests and sweaters.
I love the open bins of nuts. Do people really buy nuts this way? What do you do with them? Roast them over an open fire?
Anyway, I love it all. All except the checkout lines.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Registering
We registered on Saturday!
It was really fun and I'm so glad to have finally accomplished something. You see, we (mostly I) have a list of things I need to get done soon for my mental health. Registering was one of the things. Also on the list are finding a daycare, taking baby classes and painting the nursery (not me, Michael). Our nursery is yellow right now, but it's a yellow that is a tad brighter than we now want. So we're thinking about painting it a really pale pink now that we've decided on our colors.
Michael and my mom came to register with me. It was good to have our little group. Michael provided the comic relief (him insisting that we could save money on a breast pump by having him "milk" me) and Mom was there for opinions and informational purposes ("Do babies even use a comforter?)
Here is the bedding/colors we decided on:
It's different shades of pink and chocolate brown. We originally thought we might go light purple but it was just too hard getting all the purples to match. The things we finally settled on remind me of something out of a magazine or movie - totally beautiful. Can't wait to see our little girl using all the stuff we picked out today!
Mom was a great help, and Michael took his job as listkeeper very seriously.
It was really fun and I'm so glad to have finally accomplished something. You see, we (mostly I) have a list of things I need to get done soon for my mental health. Registering was one of the things. Also on the list are finding a daycare, taking baby classes and painting the nursery (not me, Michael). Our nursery is yellow right now, but it's a yellow that is a tad brighter than we now want. So we're thinking about painting it a really pale pink now that we've decided on our colors.
Michael and my mom came to register with me. It was good to have our little group. Michael provided the comic relief (him insisting that we could save money on a breast pump by having him "milk" me) and Mom was there for opinions and informational purposes ("Do babies even use a comforter?)
Here is the bedding/colors we decided on:
It's different shades of pink and chocolate brown. We originally thought we might go light purple but it was just too hard getting all the purples to match. The things we finally settled on remind me of something out of a magazine or movie - totally beautiful. Can't wait to see our little girl using all the stuff we picked out today!
Mom was a great help, and Michael took his job as listkeeper very seriously.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Gatsby and We Under the Stars
Michael and I did something special on Friday night.
We've always known about the movies in the park at a local mall but haven't gone to one yet. It's getting colder at night, the holidays are coming and it seemed like such a romantic and season-y thing to do.
For those reading not from Arizona, this particular mall was like many here - an outdoor mall. So in the largest courtyard people showed up hours in advance to set out blankets and chairs to secure a great spot for the movie. This week's feature was The Great Gatsby. Maybe not the most thrilling or fast-paced of films, but that wasn't the point. The point was how great it was to be out there together.
We picked up a pizza and salad and brought it back to our blanket for a little pre-show picnic.
We were pretty close to the screen, but it was nice because if we'd been any further back we would have had people in chairs in our way. This way we could lay back on our blanket and have the perfect view.
If you can't tell, I was in heaven.
It was just so niceto snuggle under the blankets while we layed out under the big ol' moon. It got really cold out there! Favorite moment of the night: when we were walking around and Michael said, "We should bring our little girl here."
We've always known about the movies in the park at a local mall but haven't gone to one yet. It's getting colder at night, the holidays are coming and it seemed like such a romantic and season-y thing to do.
For those reading not from Arizona, this particular mall was like many here - an outdoor mall. So in the largest courtyard people showed up hours in advance to set out blankets and chairs to secure a great spot for the movie. This week's feature was The Great Gatsby. Maybe not the most thrilling or fast-paced of films, but that wasn't the point. The point was how great it was to be out there together.
We picked up a pizza and salad and brought it back to our blanket for a little pre-show picnic.
We were pretty close to the screen, but it was nice because if we'd been any further back we would have had people in chairs in our way. This way we could lay back on our blanket and have the perfect view.Just before the movie started Michael got himself a coffee and me a hot cocoa. He also brought back a delicious warm cookie.
If you can't tell, I was in heaven.It was just so niceto snuggle under the blankets while we layed out under the big ol' moon. It got really cold out there! Favorite moment of the night: when we were walking around and Michael said, "We should bring our little girl here."
Did I miss Thanksgiving?
As you all know by now, I love Christmas. I get a little overexcited and usually start staring wistfully at the seasonal section of store a tad too early. I don’t complain when holiday music starts playing on the radio (although even I can’t stand to listen to it all the time. Stay tuned for a blog about the most annoying Christmas songs). I usually just nod my head and keep quiet when I hear people complaining about how “Christmas seems to come earlier and earlier each year!” and “Gosh, it’s not even Halloween yet!” HOWEVER…
Yesterday was the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I have decided to host some kind of Turkey Day Games at my folks' house on Thursday to have some fun and maybe get us on our feet for an hour instead of spending the rest of the day in a turkey-induced coma on the couch. (Trust me, there will still be a coma. Maybe just a shorter-lived one.) So Michael and I venture out last night to find some last-minute T-Day decorations. I went into it being kind of picky – I was looking for a small stuffed animal turkey, about the size of a Beanie Baby. (Now I’m wishing I’d kept my BB collection, as a matter of fact, because I’m pretty sure I owned Gobbles myself.)
Yesterday was the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I have decided to host some kind of Turkey Day Games at my folks' house on Thursday to have some fun and maybe get us on our feet for an hour instead of spending the rest of the day in a turkey-induced coma on the couch. (Trust me, there will still be a coma. Maybe just a shorter-lived one.) So Michael and I venture out last night to find some last-minute T-Day decorations. I went into it being kind of picky – I was looking for a small stuffed animal turkey, about the size of a Beanie Baby. (Now I’m wishing I’d kept my BB collection, as a matter of fact, because I’m pretty sure I owned Gobbles myself.)
By the way, I recalled Gobbles’ name from memory and not from Google – something which I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed or proud of.
Anyway, we went to Michaels. We went to Target. We went to the Dollar Store. There was NOTHING out there. There were tons of Christmas decorations. Row after row of bows and ribbons and figurines and fake snow. Trees and tinsel and incense and crafts. There wasn’t a single turkey or cornucopia or Pilgrim or Indian. Not a sticker book or feathers to make your own turkey hat. Nothing.
This is the only moment where I say, “Hold on, Christmas! Let us still have Thanksgiving!” It felt like we’d missed Thanksgiving and it was still 5 days away! I love Christmas, but Thanksgiving is great too! I don't want to just skip over it! It was kind of saddening.
So if anyone knows where I can get a Gobbles in the next few days, or a place that still has Thanksgiving decorations for sale, please let me know!
And I’d like to leave you with a 22 Week haiku:
Puking vitamins
Makes your throat feel like acid
Has been poured down it.
Hope you enjoy!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
San Diegan Invasion
Like I mentioned in a previous post, we were the glad hosts of friends Russell and Alexa last weekend. They came out as a celebration of Russell's birthday because the Seahawks, his team, were playing the Cardinals. 
On Sunday we went to the game, Michael and I in neutral tones and Russell in his Seahawks jersey.
Question: What do you do when you've run out of koozies, have a pair of football gloves and have a tall boy to drink? YOU MAKE DUE is what you do:
We had some great seats near one of the endzones.
I guess I always thought that Arizona fans were pretty tame. Shoot, half our winter population is snowbirds and most of us are too tired from the heat to get into too much trouble. Well, I learned that even Cards fans will fight when our team is losing and enough overpriced beer has been consumed.
In case you didn't guess, we witnessed a fight a couple rows in front of us. It wasn't quite a gameday brawl, more of an older Cardfan getting infuriated at a loud Seahawks fan when the Hawkfan decided it'd be a good idea to stand up and shout, "This is OUR HOUSE!" The older guy politely made his way along the row and proceeded to yell at the Hawkfan until he'd riled himself up enough to throw a punch. Sadly, he must have been pretty inebriated himself because what he had in team loyalty he lacked in coordination, aim and muscle power. I'm afraid that dodging his punch was neatly achieved on the Hawkfan's part by merely standing still.
Anyway, we had a great time despite Russell getting heckled a little for wearing the Seahawks jersey.
As always, we had a great time with these guys and were sad to see them go!
On Sunday we went to the game, Michael and I in neutral tones and Russell in his Seahawks jersey.
Question: What do you do when you've run out of koozies, have a pair of football gloves and have a tall boy to drink? YOU MAKE DUE is what you do:
We had some great seats near one of the endzones.I guess I always thought that Arizona fans were pretty tame. Shoot, half our winter population is snowbirds and most of us are too tired from the heat to get into too much trouble. Well, I learned that even Cards fans will fight when our team is losing and enough overpriced beer has been consumed.
In case you didn't guess, we witnessed a fight a couple rows in front of us. It wasn't quite a gameday brawl, more of an older Cardfan getting infuriated at a loud Seahawks fan when the Hawkfan decided it'd be a good idea to stand up and shout, "This is OUR HOUSE!" The older guy politely made his way along the row and proceeded to yell at the Hawkfan until he'd riled himself up enough to throw a punch. Sadly, he must have been pretty inebriated himself because what he had in team loyalty he lacked in coordination, aim and muscle power. I'm afraid that dodging his punch was neatly achieved on the Hawkfan's part by merely standing still.
Anyway, we had a great time despite Russell getting heckled a little for wearing the Seahawks jersey.
As always, we had a great time with these guys and were sad to see them go!
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