February 5, 2012

• Take 7.

  Sunday - Church, relaxing afternoon, church, and hanging with the Strayhorns
  Monday - Game
  Tuesday - LONG DAY.
  Wednesday - another long day
  Thursday - Morning practice, Lydia's game, Sleep
  Friday - Dentist, Homecoming
  Saturday - Practice, SS planning, Bday celebrations

  1. I love Sundays. It's probably because I seriously love our church. The preaching from the pulpit is not flippantly put together, ever. I relaxed, read, sent off some emails Sunday afternoon. I opted out of a nap hoping I'd sleep better that night (I kind of did). Sunday after church, I headed to Anna's house. At this point it's kind of assumed that's what we do. Anna road with her dad and I headed to my car but we didn't really talk about if we were hanging out. I sat in the parking lot picking music on Spotify/wondering if I should just assume and head to Anna's house, then she called saying her dad wondered if I was coming over. Love it. Have I mentioned that I love this family? They're great. Whatever it is, making nachos, hearing old stories, seeing pictures, watching tv - all encompassed goodness.It was a good weekend spent hanging out with Anna - just gives that extra push for the week ahead.

  2. Monday we had a game I had no doubt in my mind we could walk away with a win. Unfortunately, I headache formed around 3pm and stuck around the entire game - thankfully adrenaline kicked in and I was able to overcome the throbbing pain for most of it. I think everyone, team, parents, and me included were surprised by how great we came out to play. Over and over again, we did things right. As I kept telling them, it wasn't that they were playing badly it's because we stepped up our game. It felt soooo good. In the end though, we lost by 10. A respectful loss. Especially when the refs were in no way in our favor. My team had 15 fouls and they had 6. Hmm. After getting pretty sternly talked to by the refs, I had to quiet myself down a bit. If only I was older, it wouldn't have been a problem because the other coach was being much more vocal and directly towards the ref but you can't control them. They know they have authority over me and let the game get out of control. I was encouraged after the game as each parent came up and mentioned something positive about the game. It was a glimmer of hope to the future and our team needed it. Another pretty late night, dropped a girl off home, and headed home to plan practice to get up at 4. 

  3. 4 hours of sleep just doesn't cut it. A couple things that made me realize that if I didn't already. I began backing up before I opened the garage door. No damage done. My drive to school fluctuated between the speeds of 20 mph and 60 mph. I hit the rumble strips more than a person should - going from side to center rumble strips. If I was a cop and saw me driving, I would've pulled me over and cuffed me for DUI. For real. After getting home and dressed for work, I went to put my coat on, grabbed my sweatpants and after one pant leg was on my arm, I realized it wasn't my coat. Awesome.

  Being a coach is a lot of work and a huge time commitment but I'm thankful it's something I'm doing. I may be incapable of human interaction once this month is over but it'll be a good ride. There's something about investing in them that I love. Practice was good - they were quite tired as a team and I can't blame them but we still manage to enjoy the game of basketball at 6 am. Off to work, exhausted already, mid-morning I get an email from my uncle, the boss - "we need to sit down - when you're ready" in the subject line. Nothing else. Instant panic. I don't care if he's my uncle or not. At work, he's my boss. It started off being uncle/niece talk, then work related, and more uncle/niece stuff. I'm glad it wasn't anything bad - pretty sure I probably would've broken down from exhaustion if it had been. Details to come on that - probably. I head back to my desk and get an invite to go out to lunch - forgo the hoped for nap. I know, I probably should have said no but it's not that often we go out to lunch or that I do...so "yes" naturally escaped my lips. It was actually really good. There are 5 of us that are 20-25 range and we all went out. We got back to work a little early and stood in the parking lot because it was so nice. Naturally, conversation moved to youtube videos, so we went inside and pulled some gems up. Mid-afternoon I was draggggggging and remembered a couple weeks ago I bought a 5 hour energy. I had never had one before and secretly didn't feel right drinking it for some reason. Desperate times call for desperate measures. It tasted horrible and it took all of me not to gag. Anyway,I left work a little earlier to go back to Algoma for Lydia and mom's game and headed straight to BSF from there. I really am enjoying BSF, the people, the atmosphere - it's just good. It was honestly the only part of my day that I wasn't feeling overly exhausted, instead felt refreshed being in Scripture with other believers. After fellowship, hung around a bit talking to some girls in the group and had a chance to chat with Anna a bit before leaving. T'was good. Got home, exhausted and ready to sleep...but tossed and turned because of things on my mind.

  4. Wednesday, another rather long day. I started training for the new job in the morning - the one Uncle Rob and I talked about but still feeling a complete uncertainty about it. Not to bash Wynalda but they don't really have "training programs" so it's kind of overwhelming to be thrown into a new situation. Anyway, I come back to my desk around 11:30 to see my stuff, my cubicle moved all around to go to another cubicle. Um, what? Again, just frustrating. It was right before lunch, which I had a haircut appointment during. Just ready to break down from exhaustion and everything. I park my car, compose myself. I didn't break down crying or anything but when I get overwhelmed/flustered - I hold it in and feel like I could just explode. It's no good. Haircut was probably the most relaxing part of the day - after paying two thoughts entered my mind 1) I wish I was bald 2) Or I wish I had someone to just wash, style as in straighten my hair daily. Wouldn't that be nice. Anyway, headed back to work...no time to get something to eat. So now I'm hungry and tired. I mean eyes physically burning from simply just wanting to be shut. Exhausted and hungry with a cubicle of stuff spread all out, knowing where nothing is...yet again, fighting the want to break down and cry like a 5 year old, which would be less than professional. I'm sure. I didn't. After work, headed home, changed and straight to Heather and Matt's place. I kept allowing my thoughts to be involved in myself and found myself saying aloud to stop thinking about myself. We had dinner and played some games. I headed home pretty early because of practice in the morning. Again, riding the fine line of dangerous to be behind a wheel. Got home around 8:15-8:30 with hopes to go to bed by 9. I had to help Lydia with something for school, which took until nearly 10. Still in bed fairly early and only took about 30 minutes or so to go to sleep....probably helped that I took some tylenol pm. 

  5. I slept through the night and all the way until 6 am. What time did practice start? 6 am. Yep. By the grace of God, I woke up somehow. It wasn't that I forgot to set my alarm. I turned my 4 am alarm clock on but forgot with iPhones it is set for a day. So I made sure it was on but it was set for Tuesday and not Thursday. I brushed my teeth and raced to school. Just the start of the day I needed. haha. At this point it was just funny to me. Of course I got to school and was ragged on by the team and honestly, that was good. I got to work and sat down with dad and had a little to talk about the change of job. I actually kind of disagreed with him. He could tell I was just being weighed down and kept just saying to give it time, which I agree with but still unsure. Work went alright, still was really tired though with the eyes still burning. After work, headed back to Algoma for Lydia's basketball game. Afterwards, I headed home, prepped for our game on Friday by watching our game on Monday (which I needed to do anyway to take stats on), took some tylenol pm, and was sleeping probably by 8:30. Yeah, I know I shouldn't get used to taking tylenol pm but honestly, I just needed and wanted a good solid night sleep and that's just what I got. 

  6. Friday I woke up at the right time and feeling quite refreshed, which was incredibly welcomed. Mid-morning I had a dentist appointment. I can't even express how much I hate the dentist. Every minute of it, not to mention leaving and my mouth and certain parts of my gums hurt. Hate it. Loathe it. Probably explains why the last time I was there was 3 years ago. Mom forced me to make an appointment. Friday night's game was homecoming for Algoma and for some reason, I was incredibly stoked and nervous for the game. We lost by a ton last time we played the team but with the way we played on Monday and the confidence that built up, plus the hype of homecoming/spirit day I had high hopes. I know it's just little Algoma Christian but I really wanted to stress what an honor it is to play and represent a school like they were...I wanted them to play with pride for themselves and their school. We lost to this team again and as always, they had spurts of genius in them. Hope for the future games and team. Homecoming is always crowded - most people I saw had one comment for me, "Oh Bethany, you're wearing a dress. I never thought I'd see the day..." or something on the lines of that. Some just complimented the way I looked, which was appreciated (shout out to Sadie). I understand that people have this frozen image of who you used to be but it's been 6 years since I've graduated. Time to move on. I enjoyed sitting down and talking with Mrs. Mlnarik (Dan's mom) for most of the second half. I've always appreciated the Mlnariks and the way they invested into our class.  

  7. All were less than thrilled to be at basketball practice Saturday morning. Attitudes and frustration were through the roof. One girl in particular was incredibly frustrated after practice. She reminds me a lot of myself when I played and even now. I'll keep to myself, bottle up quite a bit until someone just takes the extra second to say hey, what's up. Most likely I'll turn into this blubbering mess. I could tell she was frustrated, I took her aside to talk and she started to cry. I appreciate her passion to play, to do well in the things she does - easy to tell she's a kid who will go far in her life. I came home, ran into Rockford purchased the girl's end of the year gift, came home took some pictures for Beka, and headed to Anna's to plan sunday school. We then headed to the theatre to meet up with Kae for her bday - it was the first chance I got to fill Anna in on the past week. She graciously put up with no details and a text message mid-week asking for prayer. A patient and solid friend. We saw New Year's Eve which was just a movie in my opinion - too much going on to develop characters. We then hit up Red Robins for dinner which combined with Kae's online dating story and her want for people to sing to her is anything but boring. Afterward, Anna and I headed back to her house, chatted some more and called it a night. 

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