Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Where's the line?

So, I'm sitting there watching the team play, and it ends up being our second 8-1 loss of the season. I'm frustrated as all get out. I can't believe some of the things I watch them do. It's mind-boggling to me how you can watch as the other team takes the ball and just goes by you and you just watch them go, not even attempting to help in any way. Or watch as the other team takes your ball because you didn't move to it. Or you watch as the ball goes over your head and the other team runs in to score. I hope they got their money's worth.
My question is: Where do you draw the line? When does it frustrate you so much that you actually make a change? When does the pit of stomach start nagging at you to do something different? When does the righteous indignation overtake the lazy habits, or the indifference?Where do you emotionally draw that line in the sand? How do you push somebody past that line? Is it OK to get into someone's head so much that they push past the line? Is that manipulation? When does motivation become manipulation? I want to be a good coach, and I don't want to be a jerk, but these boys need a hot brand to the bajooki. Any and all advice is welcome. Thanks for listening.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Six years later...

Time sure flies when you're having fun! I guess it does even when you're not. Six years ago, we were in the midst of the hardest trial of our lives up until that point, I think. I look back on the time with amazement and yearning to be there again.
Being a young, married couple was not easy to begin with. Having no full-time job (which now makes me wonder, WHAT WAS I THINKING?), we were going to have our second child, which felt reassuring after our second miscarriage. December changed everything when Jennie's water broke. She was on bedrest at home in December and January and then finished off January in the hospital. Yuck is right.
Geneva was born and immediately everything changed. There was a measure of joy and peace that was fleeting before and has been hit-and-miss ever since. It's amazing how powerful one person's spirit can be. At times, I wonder what she could have accomplished if she had been born under more "normal" circumstances: with a normal body after the normal amount of time.
How grateful I am that she came to us, that she'll be a part of us forever. I feel like our team captiain got a red card early in the first half and we'll miss her for the rest of the game. It seems liek so much time to wait to see her - not just her frail, human body, but her - who she really is, as she really is. But here I sit worrying about stupid tax forms and when I'm going to get a break from a crazy schedule this week. Six years is about a fifth of my life at this point, but it seems an eternity away.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Because I love my wife...

I love my wife a lot. I mean, a LOT. Here's a link to the site of a friend of ours who sells bows and beanies. We'll have twice as much chance to win because of this post. The bows are admittedly cute, but heaven knows I wouldn't have done this of my own volition. Good luck! The giveaway runs through Wednesday, 2am EST.