get on the line.

When you coach a basketball team of ten year olds, its important to let them know who is boss. I don't take no crap from nobody. I think they thought I was a softie when we were going around the circle saying our names. I said, "I am Kacey and I am a clown." They giggled. Then they stopped giggling when we were done stretching and they were on the endline mentally preparing to run a suicide. I have found my best friend at practice to be my whistle. It has more power than I do. Blow it once and they quiet down and come to attention.

As an athlete I HATED sprints. HATED them. But now as a coach, I LOVE them. Oh you forgot to keep your hands up in your defensive stance for the 15th time? "Get on the line." Not listening and talking while I am talking. LINE TIME. The worst thing they have done: put basketballs under their Ts and pretend they are pregnant. I am NOT an advocate for pre-teen pregnancy. And we only have 10 on the roster, so if we lose one to pregnancy, we will have a tough season. They got on that line HARD. I was gently reminded that they are only 10 and that I must expect such nonsense, but if they are old enough to pretend to be preggers, they are old enough to be up in the gym just workin' on their fitness.. That petty bologna will not be happening in my house--the dog house. Cuz I'm a barker.

woof. life is good :)

how to survive a day in the hospital

Kath got it bad. Never will she ever play "spoons" again. She leaped across the table and fell back on her chair and broke a vertebrae. The L1. After a delish Cottage hash-n-eggs for breakfast with the Animal (who is the best BF ever and came up to support), I headed over to The Gen for a day with Kath. I was not sure how the day was going to go, but almost 10 hours later, I found the day flew by. And here is why:

• Work from home! I am lucky enough that most of this week's work could be done online/in excel/through email. I got so much busy work done today and it got my mind of the seriousness of Kath's injury
  
• Facebook. Duh
• Gchat.
  
• Judge Judy. I watched this with Kath on the hospital TV. We bonded while Dad went to work for a bit, hunched over the little remote/speaker thing.
  
• Sister threw a Netflix trial my way. Finally caught Weeds Season 3!
• Put on surgical gloves/masks (conveniently at your disposal in the room)
• Meet Kath's roomie, Mary, who broke her femur this morning. Adorable. At least 90 years old with pink hair.
  
• Fix the room fan so it blows on Kath and Mary.
• Steal fan from Kath for Mary while Kath is having a cat scan.
• Fix fan for Mary again.
  
• Get another fan from nurses station for Kath when she gets back.
  
• Giggle when Dad is giving Mom a spongebath in the bathroom and they pull the nurse cord.
• Hold Kath's hand.
  
• Get Kath a kidney bowl to puke in (and when you forget what you are asking for when you arrive at the nurses station, act out the puking motion for them)
• Flirt with the old men doctors (in case it doesn't work out with Nate)
• Tisk tisk tisk at Kath when she gets out of bed to pee when she is wearing the RED socks. RED socks mean the patient cannot get out of bed.
  
• Eat a cup of raw carrots for lunch (note to self: eat before 1:30 b/c all the good shit is gone)
• Play online cribbage.
• Drink coffee and water. But don't dare do so when Kath had a no food/drink order hanging over her head. Literally.
• Realize you have one of the best bosses in the world. And tell her that.
• Give Mary a kiss on the hand when she went in for surgery.
• Do not tickle Kath's feet.
• Think about how terrible the doctor was that told Kath she only had a bump on the back at the ER in NH.
• Patiently wait for your sister and brother to bring you dinner
• Sweat balls because the room is ridiculously hot.
• Apply baby powder to pits from the hospital welcome kit they give you.
• Take pictures of Kath's bruise on cell phone (furnished upon request)
• Pray.
• Play on bed when no one is in room. Up and down and up and down.
• Take the newspaper to the bathroom and look at the crossword puzzle because you forgot a writing utensil.

More tomorrow when I find new ways to occupy my time!

Life is good.