Bball Girl is on her last of three games in this wonderful first basketball season. The team won this one, advancing their record to 8-1-1. Bball Girl took home 6 of the points in the 16-11 win. We have two games left, sadly. We're going to miss basketball. Maybe we will miss more having to shush The Hub on the sidelines. In these small gyms, his critique of the game, the opposing team, the opposing coaches, the refs, um...well, let's just say everything is heard.
In unhappy sports news, Oldest did not make the lacrosse team. We're pretty sad about this. He has put in a lot of energy and hard work at practices and tryouts, we've purchased equipment and were looking forward to an exciting spring season. Sadly, four or five boys who were seniors like Oldest, were trying out for the first time this year. The coach says they are seniors and thus too old to play on the JV team, and unfortunately there's no room for them on the varsity squad, since this is their first year playing. Oldest says he's okay with that. To be honest, I think the boy is tired. He has been pushing himself pretty hard these last few weeks. I think this closed door is God's way of forcing a bit of a rest on him while he gets ready to wind down his senior year.
Yesterday, our church sermon was about "Living With Peace." The Hub did a fantastic job presenting a "living sermon" using props such as his beloved referee shirt and whistle to show how we understand authority. Think about how a 6'6, 320 pound lineman on the football field respects what the referee says, stops when the whistle blows. He might not like it, but he respects it. He stops (usually!) when the whistle blows. This, friends, is how our respect for God's authority should work too. When God says stop, man...we should STOP.
The Hub presented us with Psalm 55:22 as a reference for putting our burdens on God's shoulders and living in peace. Respecting His authority, understanding His awards and trusting Him for our peace should be our lifestyle. Worrying, having fear and living in anxiety is not what God intended. Why is it so hard for us to do then? The Hub showed us a backpack stuffed with garbage, weighed down with handweights, carrying around on a back that sagged under the weight. That, friends, is sometimes us. We stuff the "garbage" into our lives and then buckle under the weight. Instead, God encourages us to stand up tall, take out the trash and don't become weighed down by the burdens that God says to give to Him. Did you know that Psalm 55:22 says to give your burdens to Him? And you know what else it says after that? "He will take care of you." If His word says it, believe it.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Have Faith
Over three weeks ago Oldest lost his wallet. While the world was in despair with him, we searched all over. Could be it dropped outside, could be it was in his friend's car, could be he left it at his girlfriend's house? Goodness. In the process of interrogating him about where it could be I told him to pray, God would show him exactly where it was.
Being a 17 year old who knows everything and only believes what he can see, he wasn't too confident that praying about the wallet's location would change anything. I explained to him that when I loose big and small things I make it a habit to pray that God direct me to it. I lost my wedding ring about six months ago. Gasp! Seriously. Took it off to do something, put it in my pocket. Later on in the day, reached in my pocket and my gold band was gone.
Now friends, this was really a sad moment in my life. The ring was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere and couldn't find it. I told The Hub and he searched, and he cleaned. He loves to clean and I thought for sure when he did that my beautiful band would be found. I mean, how does one lose a wedding band??? This is a custom made band that fits into the grooves of my engagement ring. It could not be replaced.
I did the one thing I knew how to do...pray. I prayed that God would show me where my ring was. Friends, months went by. Months! Even though I couldn't see it and didn't know where it was I knew that one day I'd find it. A long time after I lost it I got a beautiful email from The Hub. It was filled with flowery words about how special our 13 years of marriage were, and on and on. I smiled reading it, thinking this is so sweet. The punch line at the end of this email was..."and I found your ring." The Hub found it when cleaning out our storage room! Hiding behind a wood pole, there it was. Almost swept up into the trash and there The Hub found it. Overjoyed was I! I knew it was somewhere in the house, but it was in a room I didn't even recall being in on the day I lost it.
So my Youngest losing his wallet was to me, yet another opportunity for God to work. I told him over and over again, God has that wallet somewhere sitting waiting for him. No one stole it, no one took the money inside, the bank card is safe. I just knew that this was the case. That lost wallet incident took place over three weeks ago and just yesterday Oldest tells me that his friend found his wallet along the floorboard of his car. The friend's car has been at the mechanic's for a few weeks so, in essence, God was holding that wallet in a safe place for a period of time. The wallet was found, untouched, money intact, bank card unmoved.
Friends, God is good. The moral of this story is to have some faith. Especially for those things that over time seem like they will not be resolved in the way you hope. Having a peace about it and trusting that God will resolve it is a mighty tool in your arsenal to face this world we live in. Be encouraged, God is working and has a plan. Let Him work out His plan while you rest comfortably in it.
Being a 17 year old who knows everything and only believes what he can see, he wasn't too confident that praying about the wallet's location would change anything. I explained to him that when I loose big and small things I make it a habit to pray that God direct me to it. I lost my wedding ring about six months ago. Gasp! Seriously. Took it off to do something, put it in my pocket. Later on in the day, reached in my pocket and my gold band was gone.
Now friends, this was really a sad moment in my life. The ring was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere and couldn't find it. I told The Hub and he searched, and he cleaned. He loves to clean and I thought for sure when he did that my beautiful band would be found. I mean, how does one lose a wedding band??? This is a custom made band that fits into the grooves of my engagement ring. It could not be replaced.
I did the one thing I knew how to do...pray. I prayed that God would show me where my ring was. Friends, months went by. Months! Even though I couldn't see it and didn't know where it was I knew that one day I'd find it. A long time after I lost it I got a beautiful email from The Hub. It was filled with flowery words about how special our 13 years of marriage were, and on and on. I smiled reading it, thinking this is so sweet. The punch line at the end of this email was..."and I found your ring." The Hub found it when cleaning out our storage room! Hiding behind a wood pole, there it was. Almost swept up into the trash and there The Hub found it. Overjoyed was I! I knew it was somewhere in the house, but it was in a room I didn't even recall being in on the day I lost it.
So my Youngest losing his wallet was to me, yet another opportunity for God to work. I told him over and over again, God has that wallet somewhere sitting waiting for him. No one stole it, no one took the money inside, the bank card is safe. I just knew that this was the case. That lost wallet incident took place over three weeks ago and just yesterday Oldest tells me that his friend found his wallet along the floorboard of his car. The friend's car has been at the mechanic's for a few weeks so, in essence, God was holding that wallet in a safe place for a period of time. The wallet was found, untouched, money intact, bank card unmoved.
Friends, God is good. The moral of this story is to have some faith. Especially for those things that over time seem like they will not be resolved in the way you hope. Having a peace about it and trusting that God will resolve it is a mighty tool in your arsenal to face this world we live in. Be encouraged, God is working and has a plan. Let Him work out His plan while you rest comfortably in it.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Encouragement
Friends, last night at our small home group we discussed Chapter three of the book of Hebrews. Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 inform us of Jesus' place in God's ranking. Chapter 3 talks a bit about how Jesus compares to the role of Moses, but towards the end the author wants us to think about our role as Christians in encouraging one another and encouraging ourselves to keep our hearts right with God.
As our group explored this last night, I found myself encouraging them to encourage someone else. I asked them if they could honestly say that each day they do at least one thing to encourage someone else? No one, not even I, could say that every single day this happens. On an almost daily basis I try to put some encouraging words here, and here. But I miss a day or two every now and then. I do like to reach out to others and tell them something that will hopefully put a smile on their face. This is exactly what Hebrews Chapter 3 is telling us to do.
Look out for one another. Be of the mindset to help someone. A stranger or your best friend, either or both. Fix your mind on the plan to be a blessing to someone in some way. It's sweet when it comes for free and without attachment. Just because...Life very easily bogs us down and pulls us away from a relationship with God. Circumstances can be discouraging and often frustrating. Our faith in God should keep us charging forward, but realistically sometimes we get tired and weary. That's where our friends, loved ones and even strangers come in. Be the one to encourage someone else. Send a card; text a happy thought, say hello, hold a door open, do something. One of my favorite things to say to my kids is "look for a way to make a difference in someone's life today." They give me the cheesy mom look, but nevertheless they hear me say it over and over.
Just so I know they are listening God gave me some encouragement the other day. I said my line at the end of the day, asking Bball Girl if she made a difference in someone's life. And she said no, she didn't think she had. Not a few minutes later her sister walked in and stated that her dear, sweet little sister had received her twentieth "bear paw" of the year. "How many of those things do you get?!?" This is a reward certificate given out to students that are caught doing something that honors the school's standards of student excellency. In this case, Bball Girl had assisted a special needs student in her class, without prompt or request by an adult. "See," I told her, "you certainly did make a difference in someone's life." The blessing in this is I had to show her that is what she had done. To her, she was just being herself. A person who will instinctively help anyone out, without being asked.
She's got the helpful gene. Good news is it's contagious. Catch it from her and absorb it yourself. Make a difference. Be encouraging. Love one another as God loves each one of you.
As our group explored this last night, I found myself encouraging them to encourage someone else. I asked them if they could honestly say that each day they do at least one thing to encourage someone else? No one, not even I, could say that every single day this happens. On an almost daily basis I try to put some encouraging words here, and here. But I miss a day or two every now and then. I do like to reach out to others and tell them something that will hopefully put a smile on their face. This is exactly what Hebrews Chapter 3 is telling us to do.
Look out for one another. Be of the mindset to help someone. A stranger or your best friend, either or both. Fix your mind on the plan to be a blessing to someone in some way. It's sweet when it comes for free and without attachment. Just because...Life very easily bogs us down and pulls us away from a relationship with God. Circumstances can be discouraging and often frustrating. Our faith in God should keep us charging forward, but realistically sometimes we get tired and weary. That's where our friends, loved ones and even strangers come in. Be the one to encourage someone else. Send a card; text a happy thought, say hello, hold a door open, do something. One of my favorite things to say to my kids is "look for a way to make a difference in someone's life today." They give me the cheesy mom look, but nevertheless they hear me say it over and over.
Just so I know they are listening God gave me some encouragement the other day. I said my line at the end of the day, asking Bball Girl if she made a difference in someone's life. And she said no, she didn't think she had. Not a few minutes later her sister walked in and stated that her dear, sweet little sister had received her twentieth "bear paw" of the year. "How many of those things do you get?!?" This is a reward certificate given out to students that are caught doing something that honors the school's standards of student excellency. In this case, Bball Girl had assisted a special needs student in her class, without prompt or request by an adult. "See," I told her, "you certainly did make a difference in someone's life." The blessing in this is I had to show her that is what she had done. To her, she was just being herself. A person who will instinctively help anyone out, without being asked.
She's got the helpful gene. Good news is it's contagious. Catch it from her and absorb it yourself. Make a difference. Be encouraging. Love one another as God loves each one of you.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Thank God for the Little Things
Friends, I must simply thank God for the blessing of a day off from work...the kids are at school. Whoo hoo...This may seem like just a small thing. But really, with a house of 6 people, the three youngest of which are semi-permanently glued to my own personal space, this is fantastic. Not that I am complaining. I know, judging from my adorable teenager, that their day is coming. They will soon yank off that glue and request that I refrain from public hugs and kisses. But for now...So, a day off from work when they have school is like a small slice of heaven. A gal couldn't wait for them to walk out the door this morning.
One of the most delightful comments, securing my belief that time alone today is much needed for my mental health, would be Youngest's lovely comment: "Mom, in those stretch pants your butt looks like Lady Gaga's did at the grammy's." Thanks, Youngest. Way to make a gal feel relevant. He's too smart for his own good. At the Bball Girl's game on Saturday he asked if he could video tape her. No way, Jose. "But mom! I saw on TV that they said 5 year olds are allowed to use video cameras by themselves." Yeah...okay. You saw it on TV. Great.
Yesterday we treated ourselves to the George Mason's Women's basketball game. What a treat it really was for Bball Girl. The look on her face was just a girl soaking it all in. To be honest there is a reason the tickets are cheap. Not exactly great basketball, but really neat for our budding basketball girl to see these college girls move. I would have to say my favorite part of the afternoon would absolutely have to be the two dives The Hub made to snatch up free t-shirts being pitched into the crowd.
Okay, receive one t-shirt while literally diving over an elderly man's head, fine. We'll let that slide. We won't mention the subsequent look from said elderly man. That one went to Bball Girl. Glad she could get a prize out of the afternoon. But the second dive over top of a young boy's head, completely over in his personal space of a seat, and then flipping back over to our side, falling over and scraping up his arm on the armrest. That one. Well, that one might have been a bit much. The Hub is competitive. The second t-shirt went to Soccer Chick. Considering how bored she was with the less than fantastic game, that moment was a win. The little boy who's space was seriously violated, well...The Hub chose to ignore his tears. Literally. Poor child. He almost had a t-shirt.
To recap Bball Girl's game on Saturday, I'm happy to say she was in the zone. She scored 8 of the 20 points and her team won 20-14. She had some nice layups, a lot of attempts, some steals, some calls for back court defense but thankfully, thankfully no double dribbling. This has been a consistent problem of hers. No surprise since her whole body moves faster than her brain. The very best part of the afternoon would absolutely have to be the dad on our side calling out rule violations to the referee and the opposing team's coach. As that coach subtly subbed his two best girls in the 4th quarter as they are down by 6, this dad pulls out his blackberry and nearly leaps to the referee's attention: "That's against the rules! Each girl must play 2 full quarters before being subbed. It's right here on the website." as he flashes his blackberry around in the air. So the coach, looking alarmed and slightly perturbed, drew back his two illegal girls. A spirited argument ensued. Funny, friends. The dad was so serious. The opposing coach was also serious. His assistant coach, well...she was just pissed. They reviewed the rules and realized Dad was right. Play continued. Well, sort of. The coach and the dad, the coach and the ref, the assistant coach and the dad continued to go at it. Our wonderful coaches, "we're okay, we're okay..." Thank goodness someone had the peace of mind to keep things rolling on as best as possible. This previously undefeated team took home their first loss. And our girls played beautifully. Our record advances to 7-1-1.
It's almost time for spring sports and that means a sad goodbye to basketball. We'll see you again in the fall, basketball. Spring is bringing a track season to Bball Girl. This diverse child will have to have a nickname change again! The Hub says this will be the first time in history he has NOT told Bball Girl to slow down. Soccer and Soccer for Soccer Chick and Youngest. Lacrosse for Oldest. Busy season is rapidly approaching. The Hub is seriously considering coaching Soccer Chick's team this season. Um. Oh my. And he wants me to be his assistant coach. Um. Oh goodness me.
One of the most delightful comments, securing my belief that time alone today is much needed for my mental health, would be Youngest's lovely comment: "Mom, in those stretch pants your butt looks like Lady Gaga's did at the grammy's." Thanks, Youngest. Way to make a gal feel relevant. He's too smart for his own good. At the Bball Girl's game on Saturday he asked if he could video tape her. No way, Jose. "But mom! I saw on TV that they said 5 year olds are allowed to use video cameras by themselves." Yeah...okay. You saw it on TV. Great.
Yesterday we treated ourselves to the George Mason's Women's basketball game. What a treat it really was for Bball Girl. The look on her face was just a girl soaking it all in. To be honest there is a reason the tickets are cheap. Not exactly great basketball, but really neat for our budding basketball girl to see these college girls move. I would have to say my favorite part of the afternoon would absolutely have to be the two dives The Hub made to snatch up free t-shirts being pitched into the crowd.
Okay, receive one t-shirt while literally diving over an elderly man's head, fine. We'll let that slide. We won't mention the subsequent look from said elderly man. That one went to Bball Girl. Glad she could get a prize out of the afternoon. But the second dive over top of a young boy's head, completely over in his personal space of a seat, and then flipping back over to our side, falling over and scraping up his arm on the armrest. That one. Well, that one might have been a bit much. The Hub is competitive. The second t-shirt went to Soccer Chick. Considering how bored she was with the less than fantastic game, that moment was a win. The little boy who's space was seriously violated, well...The Hub chose to ignore his tears. Literally. Poor child. He almost had a t-shirt.
To recap Bball Girl's game on Saturday, I'm happy to say she was in the zone. She scored 8 of the 20 points and her team won 20-14. She had some nice layups, a lot of attempts, some steals, some calls for back court defense but thankfully, thankfully no double dribbling. This has been a consistent problem of hers. No surprise since her whole body moves faster than her brain. The very best part of the afternoon would absolutely have to be the dad on our side calling out rule violations to the referee and the opposing team's coach. As that coach subtly subbed his two best girls in the 4th quarter as they are down by 6, this dad pulls out his blackberry and nearly leaps to the referee's attention: "That's against the rules! Each girl must play 2 full quarters before being subbed. It's right here on the website." as he flashes his blackberry around in the air. So the coach, looking alarmed and slightly perturbed, drew back his two illegal girls. A spirited argument ensued. Funny, friends. The dad was so serious. The opposing coach was also serious. His assistant coach, well...she was just pissed. They reviewed the rules and realized Dad was right. Play continued. Well, sort of. The coach and the dad, the coach and the ref, the assistant coach and the dad continued to go at it. Our wonderful coaches, "we're okay, we're okay..." Thank goodness someone had the peace of mind to keep things rolling on as best as possible. This previously undefeated team took home their first loss. And our girls played beautifully. Our record advances to 7-1-1.
It's almost time for spring sports and that means a sad goodbye to basketball. We'll see you again in the fall, basketball. Spring is bringing a track season to Bball Girl. This diverse child will have to have a nickname change again! The Hub says this will be the first time in history he has NOT told Bball Girl to slow down. Soccer and Soccer for Soccer Chick and Youngest. Lacrosse for Oldest. Busy season is rapidly approaching. The Hub is seriously considering coaching Soccer Chick's team this season. Um. Oh my. And he wants me to be his assistant coach. Um. Oh goodness me.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Read Something...
Wanted to share with you what I am reading now. The true life story of Mr. George Dawson, a man who has seen quite a lot in his lifetime, didn't learn to read until the age of 98 and tells a fascinating story about life in the South during tumultuous times. Friends, read it. It will fascinate you. In fact, read something that fascinates you. Enlarge your soul by feeding it with good stuff.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Another Funny...
You have to love a five-year-old's logic and wit...
This morning as I drive Youngest to school he says: "Mom what is that word that is used to talk about a swordache? It has the word 'sword' in it?"
Again, as usual, having no clue where to go with this one, I start grasping, "When do you use this word, where do you see it?" Obviously, not understanding him at all, Youngest says "No mom, I mean when something hurts. Like when your tummy hurts you says you have a tummy ache. This is a swordache or something."
"Ah, a sore throat?"
"YES! That's it! A sword throat. My friend Mason had one of those the other day and he went to the doctor and now he's better."
Friends, next time you get a sword in your throat...see the doctor.
This morning as I drive Youngest to school he says: "Mom what is that word that is used to talk about a swordache? It has the word 'sword' in it?"
Again, as usual, having no clue where to go with this one, I start grasping, "When do you use this word, where do you see it?" Obviously, not understanding him at all, Youngest says "No mom, I mean when something hurts. Like when your tummy hurts you says you have a tummy ache. This is a swordache or something."
"Ah, a sore throat?"
"YES! That's it! A sword throat. My friend Mason had one of those the other day and he went to the doctor and now he's better."
Friends, next time you get a sword in your throat...see the doctor.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Today's Funny
A Youngest funny for you today...
Picking Youngest up from daycare yesterday and he says, "Mom, are we going to watch the crackers again tonight?"
Quite confused, I ask "Crackers? What's that?"
"You know, mom. The show we watched last night with the girls in the pretty dresses and the cool dudes."
"Ahhh...The GRAMMYS...not 'crackers', silly boy!"
Get it? Grammys...Crackers...Graham Crackers.
Picking Youngest up from daycare yesterday and he says, "Mom, are we going to watch the crackers again tonight?"
Quite confused, I ask "Crackers? What's that?"
"You know, mom. The show we watched last night with the girls in the pretty dresses and the cool dudes."
"Ahhh...The GRAMMYS...not 'crackers', silly boy!"
Get it? Grammys...Crackers...Graham Crackers.
Monday, February 14, 2011
To Be Completely Fair...
I would love to NOT post about this past weekend's basketball game. Sometimes silence is golden and this would be one of those treasured moments. But, friends. that wouldn't be right. I have to tell you the best of times and the worst of times. Our undefeated 8 year old girls team has lost a game. Sigh...
I think I may be partially to blame. Pre-game I coached Bball Girl by telling her that her team needed to put points on the board fast. They were facing a good team and if they could score early that would give them an advantage. Um. I have learned my lesson. NEVER tell Bball Girl to do anything fast. She comes out of the box at lightening speed on a slow day. This was disastrous. She turned over the ball no less than five times. Basically every time she got her hands on the ball she lost it. She tripped over the ball, her own feet, an opposing player, teammates. You name it. She lost control. The poor girl was trying to go so fast she couldn't even think straight. Our family and her coaches on the sidelines yelling for her to slow down made no impression. Her team put up a good fight and overall they whole team just played a little poorly. They all had difficulty making their shots. We ended with a 12-13 loss. The other team didn't play that hot either, thus the incredibly low final score.
Our record stands at 6-1-1. Still an outstanding season so far. Don't worry friends, I have learned my lesson. Mum is the word! I will not be telling Bball Girl to do a single thing next game. Not a peep. Oh my...
I think I may be partially to blame. Pre-game I coached Bball Girl by telling her that her team needed to put points on the board fast. They were facing a good team and if they could score early that would give them an advantage. Um. I have learned my lesson. NEVER tell Bball Girl to do anything fast. She comes out of the box at lightening speed on a slow day. This was disastrous. She turned over the ball no less than five times. Basically every time she got her hands on the ball she lost it. She tripped over the ball, her own feet, an opposing player, teammates. You name it. She lost control. The poor girl was trying to go so fast she couldn't even think straight. Our family and her coaches on the sidelines yelling for her to slow down made no impression. Her team put up a good fight and overall they whole team just played a little poorly. They all had difficulty making their shots. We ended with a 12-13 loss. The other team didn't play that hot either, thus the incredibly low final score.
Our record stands at 6-1-1. Still an outstanding season so far. Don't worry friends, I have learned my lesson. Mum is the word! I will not be telling Bball Girl to do a single thing next game. Not a peep. Oh my...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
And The Winner Is...
6 pounds. I know you were anxiously awaiting the answer to my 30 Day Shred program. Contrary to the DVD cover, I did not lose 20 pounds. Upon closer inspection, after I have completed my 30 days, I can see the little "*" beside the "20lbs." I am also fairly certain that it was not there when I first ripped the plastic off that bad boy. You know, life gives some of us lemons, others of us oranges. And for others of us, the grapefruits cling to us. I didn't lose my 20, but I lost my 6. The better news, I think, would be that I am continuing to do the program two or three times a week. I have not yet advanced to level 3. I mean, a girl is not trying to die.
You won't believe this to be so, but my knees have been aching. At 36 I am way too young to have this problem. I can't exactly blame it on my vast athletic career. I'm a bed potato. Way worse than a couch potato. Way worse. Regardless, about half way into the 30 Day Shred, I noticed that my knees were aching as I went up and down steps, stood up, sat down, etc. Gulp! No one wants knee problems. The weather is warming up. That means we can come out from our shell of a home and enjoy the outside benefits of exercise. As my favorite brother in law would say, "God's gym."
In other Copeland news, Bball Girl continues to rock it on the basketball court. Her team now stands at a proud 6-0-1. This upcoming Saturday they face the team that gave them that "1" in their record. At last week's game, Bball Girl was not on the top of her game. She missed a few shots. But hey, who in the world wants to be wide awake super early in the morning? Thankfully, that was the last of our early games. A girl needs her rest. Bball Girl, I'm speaking of, of course. So here we are at the game and Bball Girl just can not find her groove. The entire team, actually, was a little off. They didn't play badly, but they did play a little off. Some of their usual good shooters just couldn't hit it. Yet, they were fierce. They won.
It was a nail biter and although they led the scoreboard the entire game, right there near the end they were within 2 or 3 points and their one shooter was all over the ball. From the sidelines all we could think to say was don't let that girl get the ball. No shots! Game ends: we won! It was a bit intense there for awhile. Bball Girl had several breakaway moves. Friends, I am clearly not sure if this is the correct term, but I'm going for it. On those "breakaways" she tore down the court, only to miss her shot. She just couldn't seem to plant her feet and get settled before flying off with the ball. I think she might have gotten tired of hearing me yell at her to put the wild shots away. Just put them to bed already!
After the game, an opponent's dad came up to tell us what a good basketball player Bball Girl is. "She's fast," he says. We know. The girl is extremely fast. In the spring we are leaning towards track for her. It will be back to basketball in the fall, no worries there. The girl has certainly fallen in love with the game. And to be this tiny little player, at least a foot smaller than all others, in and out, weaving between players. They honestly don't see her coming. The referees won't allow stealing from a girl you are not guarding at this level. Shoot, man. That's a shame. She had a couple of those plays only to get called on it. Her other hindrance: that dang double dribble. Honey, I don't even know what this means, really. But the poor girl gets drilled on it every time.
Stay tuned. This week's game is going to be great. One of our key players is out of town so that means each of our girls has to be on point. On another note, I had two very funny, "America's Funniest Videos" quality videos of the kids in action. I do believe my Soccer Chick, in all her solo bathroom home video recording deleted those two videos. I was going for an America's Funniest Videos and Youtube post with those bad boys. Alas, it wasn't to be. I didn't strangle Soccer Chick over it. I just wonder, following the birth of my children, where on the hospital release papers was the part about signing over all your stuff to their grubby little hands? I totally missed that part.
You won't believe this to be so, but my knees have been aching. At 36 I am way too young to have this problem. I can't exactly blame it on my vast athletic career. I'm a bed potato. Way worse than a couch potato. Way worse. Regardless, about half way into the 30 Day Shred, I noticed that my knees were aching as I went up and down steps, stood up, sat down, etc. Gulp! No one wants knee problems. The weather is warming up. That means we can come out from our shell of a home and enjoy the outside benefits of exercise. As my favorite brother in law would say, "God's gym."
In other Copeland news, Bball Girl continues to rock it on the basketball court. Her team now stands at a proud 6-0-1. This upcoming Saturday they face the team that gave them that "1" in their record. At last week's game, Bball Girl was not on the top of her game. She missed a few shots. But hey, who in the world wants to be wide awake super early in the morning? Thankfully, that was the last of our early games. A girl needs her rest. Bball Girl, I'm speaking of, of course. So here we are at the game and Bball Girl just can not find her groove. The entire team, actually, was a little off. They didn't play badly, but they did play a little off. Some of their usual good shooters just couldn't hit it. Yet, they were fierce. They won.
It was a nail biter and although they led the scoreboard the entire game, right there near the end they were within 2 or 3 points and their one shooter was all over the ball. From the sidelines all we could think to say was don't let that girl get the ball. No shots! Game ends: we won! It was a bit intense there for awhile. Bball Girl had several breakaway moves. Friends, I am clearly not sure if this is the correct term, but I'm going for it. On those "breakaways" she tore down the court, only to miss her shot. She just couldn't seem to plant her feet and get settled before flying off with the ball. I think she might have gotten tired of hearing me yell at her to put the wild shots away. Just put them to bed already!
After the game, an opponent's dad came up to tell us what a good basketball player Bball Girl is. "She's fast," he says. We know. The girl is extremely fast. In the spring we are leaning towards track for her. It will be back to basketball in the fall, no worries there. The girl has certainly fallen in love with the game. And to be this tiny little player, at least a foot smaller than all others, in and out, weaving between players. They honestly don't see her coming. The referees won't allow stealing from a girl you are not guarding at this level. Shoot, man. That's a shame. She had a couple of those plays only to get called on it. Her other hindrance: that dang double dribble. Honey, I don't even know what this means, really. But the poor girl gets drilled on it every time.
Stay tuned. This week's game is going to be great. One of our key players is out of town so that means each of our girls has to be on point. On another note, I had two very funny, "America's Funniest Videos" quality videos of the kids in action. I do believe my Soccer Chick, in all her solo bathroom home video recording deleted those two videos. I was going for an America's Funniest Videos and Youtube post with those bad boys. Alas, it wasn't to be. I didn't strangle Soccer Chick over it. I just wonder, following the birth of my children, where on the hospital release papers was the part about signing over all your stuff to their grubby little hands? I totally missed that part.
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