Dr Horrible

My new car...let me show you it.

Yay!

I got an interview for this position. Not everyone who applied got an interview...so I am encouraged.  Wish me luck!

Soccer update

Well, we've have two games and we've tied one and won one. The girls are learning to play well together at the games, but during practices all they do is fight about who goes first or what color ball they get. I actually had to make three girls run laps because of fighting tonight. The parents are handling themselves as well for the most part, but I had to talk to a grandmother at the game on Saturday because she yelled across the field after the game "You lose, suckas". I was so shocked! How immature can you be at 76?

Where I am from--

I am from books new and old, from Maxwell House coffee and bad reality TV.

I am from the post, the base, the naval air station with gate and locks and closures and incongruent welcoming arms.

I am from the bluebells of Texas, the waterfalls of Iceland and the corn of Nebraska. The smell of earthworms after the rain.

I am from seven kinds of fish and bad eyesight, from Cathy and David and Donna.

I am from the spenders-of-money and the constant huggers.

From no matter what you do, we will always love you and Eat it, it will put hair on your chest.

I am from Protestant-ism. Searching and seeking for something that rings with truth.

I'm from New Hampshire, from seafood and Schnitzel.

From the broken glo-sticks all over the bedroom in Texas, the trips to see new babies and the wisdom that comes with age.

I
am from the plastic box with the scrapbooks and loose photos, stored
carefully in the basement, the yearbooks and journals opened and read
with fond memories.

Oh no- you didn't!

Someone just tried to steal my grill. Right out of my freaking yard. In the middle of the G-Damn day. WTF, people...WTF? 

I'm okay now...was a little shaky a few minutes ago, but now I am just pissed off!

Willow

To understand

A little of how a shaken love

May be sustained

Consider

The giant stillness

Of a willow

After a storm.

This morning it is more than peaceful

But last night that great form

Was tossed and hit

By what seemed to me

A kind of cosmic hate,

An infernal desire

To harass and confuse,

Mangle and bewilder

Each leaf and limb

With every vicious

Stratagem

So that now I cannot grasp

The death of nightmare.

How it has passed away

Or changed to this

Stillness,

This clean peace

That seems so unshakable

A branch beyond my reach says

"It is well

"For me to feel

The transfiguring breath

Of evil

"Because yesterday

The roots by which I live

Lodged in apathetic clay.

"But for that fury

How should I be rid of the slow death?

How should I know

"That what a storm can do

Is to terrify my roots

And make me new?"

~ Brendan Kennelly ~

9/11

Applying for a supervisory position at work

It's pretty much the same thing I do now, but with more managerial duties.

Thinking about going back to school

Thinking about going back to school and getting my liberal arts degree as a BA and then putting that towards a masters in Psychology.

Dunno though.

Getting ready for practice

In the course of getting ready for my first practice with the girls, it has come to my attention that one must have a game plan:

1. Warm-up until everyone arrives (5 minutes)


2. Ballnastics (10 minutes)


3. Throw in practice (10 minutes)


4. Small-sided activity (3v3 with goalies) (15 minutes)


5. Cool down (5 minutes)

Lets see how well I can stick to the plan!

ETA:

Well, it didn't go that bad. We did some warmup running for a while, and then practiced stopping on the whistle with a red light/green light dribbling game. After that we practiced passing to each other and communicating with our team mates by calling their names when passing to them. I hold no illusions that they are ready for their first game on Saturday, but we are gonna have fun.