My intent was to wait until the Monday evening celebration of our Final Four Shocker team to wrap up our whirlwind trip in a final post. I planned to share our photos, write about the championship game and give a summary of one of the best weekends I've ever experienced, especially with my father. But, two … Continue reading What a Difference a Week Makes
Author: MermaidofthePlains
Our Bags are Packed: Still Representing
It's the day after the semi-finals and if one more person approaches us and asks if we have tickets to sell for the championship game, someone might get hurt, either their feelings or physically makes no difference to me. Nothing worse than ticket vultures. They were descending upon us while we stood near our seats … Continue reading Our Bags are Packed: Still Representing
Our Bags are Packed: Our Ticket Validated
Posting daily is much tougher than I imagined, so I apologize for the delay. Game day began at 7:30 am and ended at 3:00 am. Saturday was dubbed Shocker Saturday and it included sunflowers, the Shocker Sound, 4,000+ fans decked in their finest black and gold, former Shocker players from basketball, baseball and football, one … Continue reading Our Bags are Packed: Our Ticket Validated
Our Bags are Packed: Word of the Day
We arrived at the airport around 5:40 am (our cab driver got lost in our neighborhood and was late picking us up) and were greeted by very awake, very enthusiastic AirTran/Southwest employees and a line of black and gold. The lines moved quickly and even if they hadn't, the overall mood was something I've never … Continue reading Our Bags are Packed: Word of the Day
Our Bags are Packed: The Night Before
4:00 am will come very quickly, too quickly. We need to be at the airport around 5:30 and I have a feeling I won't be getting a lot of sleep. My dad has already confessed as much. We'll be like kids on Christmas Eve, tossing in our beds in anticipation for the next morning and what we will … Continue reading Our Bags are Packed: The Night Before
Our Bags Are Packed: The Road to the Final Four with my Dad.
It's been a while since my last post, but those who know me and my family know that March is a month-long religious holiday of madness. Thus, the hiatus. Plus, I'm highly superstitious. Once my Shockers went on a tear through the NCAA tournament, I knew I could not post one thing about the team. Not … Continue reading Our Bags Are Packed: The Road to the Final Four with my Dad.
How to Cure the Common Cold One Teaspoon at a Time
Virginia Woolf once said, "Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals." I'm sick. Not anything serious, just the everyday head cold, the one that starts with that tickle, like cotton, in … Continue reading How to Cure the Common Cold One Teaspoon at a Time
The Faithful
Wichita State athletics recently posted this on their Facebook page: Leaving a game early is one of my greatest pet peeves and something I cannot comprehend. But, it happens consistently at Charles Koch Arena, too consistently. I don’t get it. My father taught me that a fan never leaves until the final buzzer sounds, no matter … Continue reading The Faithful
An interval
An incredible woman in my life recently lost her father. That one sentence tells you everything, without any history, without specifics, because it is enough to know that a girl, no matter her age, has lost her daddy. I'm going to share something with my friend, something I've shared with just a few others, something that helped me … Continue reading An interval
It’s not sports, it’s family…or I yam what I yam.
This past Sunday, before I headed to a bridal shower, I checked the battery on my phone, checked the time for the AFC/NFC playoff games, and posted on Facebook something about reminding myself that not every woman schedules her life events around the NFL, college basketball and other sports calendars. I'm the woman who set … Continue reading It’s not sports, it’s family…or I yam what I yam.
Mermaid of the Plains 