<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579</id><updated>2010-01-01T21:42:16.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Coach for Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-6601165419770254518</id><published>2010-01-01T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:42:16.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Break'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2010! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been good:  redo-ing the closet and hanging with old and new friends.  I certainly hope this is a sign of things to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to laugh.  It's time to succeed.  It's time to expect more and it's more than time to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all this for you, too!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-6601165419770254518?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6601165419770254518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=6601165419770254518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6601165419770254518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6601165419770254518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-8349427309479146116</id><published>2009-12-10T12:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:46:06.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today, one of my kids in my class was talking about his maids.  He asked me if I wanted his nanna to send her maids over to my house.  I jokingly said, "Yeah! For Christmas, tell your nanna to send your maids over! That would be great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The next kid told me he was going to send me a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good grief!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-8349427309479146116?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8349427309479146116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=8349427309479146116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8349427309479146116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8349427309479146116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-presents.html' title='My Christmas Presents'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-3931509539651968497</id><published>2009-11-15T15:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:28:10.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections of the One True Coach'/><title type='text'>Split Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the definition of a church split? I'm not sure I know, but what has happened in my life lately is certainly a break-up of what was once together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not write this to blame anyone, to condemn, or glorify; only to put down my thoughts on my own .com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love a good conflict. Now that I've grown a bit, I can't say that I desire it. Actually, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; trying to live at peace with all of my brothers and sisters. I'm finding out how hard that is, and that it even brings its own sort of conflict within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still heavy. I will never know all the ins and outs of what has happened, and why it happened. I'm trying to reconcile myself to that. I'm trying to put it all behind me, and go on with what is still with me, while walking toward what is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying the life of David with my Junior Bible class. We've said good-bye to Saul and Jonathan, and are now saying hello to King David and Joab, and Abner and Ish-Bosheth, and violence among what is supposed to be a nation of God's chosen people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Old Testament, Abner, commander of Saul's army, kills Asahel, David's nephew, while crowning Ish-Bosheth, Saul's son, king. Asahel's brother, Joab, kills Abner out of revenge for his brother's murder after pledging allegience to David. Power struggle after power struggle brings death to someone in the camp. Ish-Bosheth is eventually murdered by two men from the tribe of Bejamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And King David laments at it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the real questions are asked: how does God view all this fighting between his children? What is His opinion? When do we put down our need to be right, or at the top, and pick up His will for us as a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not physically murder my brothers and sister in Christ, but do I try and wound them with scriptures that supposedly "prove" I am right? Use the spiritual weapon God has given me for "friendly-fire" instead of aiming it at my real enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could point my finger and tell God about a few who have. But then, the comeback "but you've got three fingers pointing right back at you" comes to mind. Oh, how that hurts me to know that we've used the most powerful weapon of all against our own brothers and sisters as we are fighting the same enemy of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, forgive us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-3931509539651968497?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3931509539651968497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=3931509539651968497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3931509539651968497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3931509539651968497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/split-up.html' title='Split Up'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-5286104377887575895</id><published>2009-09-29T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:54:58.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections of the One True Coach'/><title type='text'>A Word of Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got this from a student who had an assignment from another class.  Hmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little encouragement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psalm 139:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Where can I go from your Spirit? or where can I flee from your presence?  If I ascend into heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in&lt;br /&gt;hell, behold you are there.  If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell&lt;br /&gt;in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your&lt;br /&gt;right hand shall hold me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This verse lets us know that we are never alone.  God is with us, and he is watching over us.  No matter how far we try to run,&lt;br /&gt;he will be there with us.  The reason he is always with us is because he&lt;br /&gt;loves us and he wants to take care of us.  God loves you and he will never&lt;br /&gt;leave you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-5286104377887575895?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5286104377887575895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=5286104377887575895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5286104377887575895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5286104377887575895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-of-encouragement.html' title='A Word of Encouragement'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-4708978888182470376</id><published>2009-09-28T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:59:19.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwing up a prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>Without Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...it is impossible to please God." (Heb 11:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ironic that I should have to come teach a bible class on faith all this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, even if I do obey, if I do it without faith, I'm still not pleasing God. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for." (Heb 11:1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do I have faith for? That the method will work? Oh, I believe that. Too many people have proven this method works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I'll be allowed to be the adult I've grown to be? That I'll be granted the freedom I so desperately want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I cry aloud to the Lord; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I pour out my complaint before him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;before him I tell my trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When my spirit grows faint within me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is you who know my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Listen to my cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;for I am in desperate need;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;rescue me from those who pursue me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;for they are too strong for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Set me free from my prison,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;that I may praise your name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Psalm 142:1-3,6-7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-4708978888182470376?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4708978888182470376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=4708978888182470376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4708978888182470376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4708978888182470376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/without-faith.html' title='Without Faith...'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-3470218575421735584</id><published>2009-09-27T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:57:26.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions about the game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>Walking Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm still trying to understand why I'm having to go through this.  How can things be any better on the other side?  And will they really ever change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps the truth is, I've been in this cycle so long that I don't know any other way.  I don't know how to live without this in my life.  And, I don't believe that God will change life for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have wants, desires, dreams.  In the last 2 weeks, the hope that somehow these things would one day come to be has died.  Just. died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning, in church, I sang "Oh, the wonderful cross, Oh the wonderful cross, Bids me come and die, and find that I may truly live" and all I could think was, "yeah, I'm dead alright.  So this is truly living? No thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This can't be living.  And this cannot be what I'm receiving in exchange for my oh-I'll-do-it-alright-through-clenched-teeth-and-not-likin'-it obedience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is what doing what I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to do feels like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-3470218575421735584?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3470218575421735584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=3470218575421735584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3470218575421735584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3470218575421735584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-death.html' title='Walking Death'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-4174203299259520138</id><published>2009-09-26T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:48:33.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My eyes are still raining. When will it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-4174203299259520138?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4174203299259520138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=4174203299259520138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4174203299259520138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4174203299259520138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-8997030544800074317</id><published>2009-09-22T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:47:04.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>Getting Un-mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am, by nature, a very rebellious person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, to get un-mad at someone very close to me takes alot out of me.  I have been going through a situation that I know I need to address in my life.  (Person whom I mad at, can you hear me??  &lt;em&gt;I know this!)&lt;/em&gt;  But, I don't like it when that person decides-cold turkey!-that today is the day that I'm going to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I clam up.  I pull away.  Don't touch me, and &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; ask me to do anything for you!  I can go days like this.  (Don't try and tell me that it's not healthy for me to act like that.  I know that, too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything within me is fighting against myself.  My flesh wants to punish you for punishing me, but my heart wants to do better than I'm doing.  My flesh so desperately wants you to be wrong, but my heart knows that you are so right.  My flesh pulls away from you, but my heart is screaming "love me anyway!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so hard to pull out the white flag and surrender.  It's so hard to admit, yet again, that I am wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-8997030544800074317?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8997030544800074317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=8997030544800074317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8997030544800074317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8997030544800074317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-un-mad.html' title='Getting Un-mad'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-4101423464380195397</id><published>2009-09-16T18:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:03:24.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>FB Statuses You Won't See On My Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please tell me I'm not the only one who doesn't post &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their feelings out there on facebook for all my friends to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's see....what's (really!) on my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.  YOU! Yes, you, and how you really made me mad today!!  Oh, and about 100 ways I can get you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.  This UTI that I cannot get rid of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.  That outfit is NOT in dress code.  PULL IT UP AND PUT THEM UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.  Movin' on can suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.  Why are things different for me? Because I'm a woman??? You've got to be kidding me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.  I'm really mad at my other half.  Really mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.  Why?  What in the world is so bad that you disrupt it all?  I don't think you have a good enough reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.  Quit lying to me!!  So what if you are?!?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.  I just had the most wonderful sex with my husband.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.  I am done.  With you.  With the whole situation.  And I'm just fine...as a matter of fact, I'm better than fine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nope, I am not always the nice person that I strive to be on the internet.  Until now, I could claim that, &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;, I've kept inside.  Not anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's on your mind that you don't post on FB?  And yes, I know there's more in that pretty little head of yours!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-4101423464380195397?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4101423464380195397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=4101423464380195397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4101423464380195397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/4101423464380195397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/fb-statuses-you-wont-see-on-my-page.html' title='FB Statuses You Won&apos;t See On My Page'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-6442048642653816147</id><published>2009-09-10T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:43:45.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>Some Girls...</title><content type='html'>...are mean.  Plain out mean.  Mean-spirited.  Hateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, for one, would love to knock them out.  There.  I wrote it.  I do NOT feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, {sigh} I have to go on from here.  I know that I will physically be able to go on tomorrow and the next day and the next, but it will be so hard knowing what I know to be nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my "mentally strong" challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-6442048642653816147?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6442048642653816147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=6442048642653816147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6442048642653816147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6442048642653816147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-girls.html' title='Some Girls...'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-6687445592082107645</id><published>2009-06-12T15:44:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:14:52.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='See the &quot;gym&quot; we play in'/><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>If you can remember (it's been a year!) we moved last summer the weekend right before I started my new teaching job on Monday, so I've had to hold off on any home improvements until I had some time. I finally got to start painting around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some before and after pics of our office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before-some kind of two-toned grey above and below the chair rail. We had already done some spackling to the right of the french doors. Between the wood beams on the ceiling are florescent light fixtures encased in wood. We ended up tearing those out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346546549534823650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0K0gAY9H_o/SjK_wnQdFOI/AAAAAAAABJ0/fkaoifEGTSw/s320/100_6669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View up the stairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547579491553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0K0gAY9H_o/SjLAskJRj7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/mZlbhxWMVO8/s320/100_6670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After. :) The top color is Sherwin Williams Relentless Olive, and the bottom color is a can of chocolate brown we found right after we moved in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548590430785314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0K0gAY9H_o/SjLBnaL-DyI/AAAAAAAABKE/WbC6Ah-Ta0w/s320/100_6675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After view up the stairs. We had to pull out some florescent fixtures from the ceiling, so hubby put up this light bulb for me to see while I painted. Being the wonderful electrician that he is, he will put in some recessed lights for me when he's not too busy working for money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346549135042801890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0K0gAY9H_o/SjLCHHBl8OI/AAAAAAAABKM/oI5xagRyB1s/s320/100_6673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My next project is that portion of grey that's still there going up the stairs. That leads into the eating area/kitchen and I have Hearty Orange already picked out for that. :) Hopefully, I can get started on that project Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-6687445592082107645?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6687445592082107645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=6687445592082107645&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6687445592082107645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6687445592082107645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0K0gAY9H_o/SjK_wnQdFOI/AAAAAAAABJ0/fkaoifEGTSw/s72-c/100_6669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-7816035629852353032</id><published>2009-05-22T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:22:26.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom Coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the players'/><title type='text'>Year One Down</title><content type='html'>The feeling of accomplishment is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year one of teaching is complete, and I am so glad. :) I've learned so many things, and I really think I should start keeping a "book". I have been to both extremes of happy and sad; put together and broken; ready to go and ready to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's really hit me just yet that I don't have to step foot into my classroom everyday. But I'm sure it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We added a new kitten to our family yesterday. A girl that's mostly white with some calico mixed in on her tail and face that my daughter has named Ellie. I haven't taken any pics yet, but when I do I'll post them. Last night, Ellie stayed in my daughter's room and I think I heard the phrase "she'll sleep in the laundry room tonight" being said this morning. Ha! :) She is a playful thing, and I can tell she's never been outside 'cause she doesn't like the grass. But she'll learn to like it. She's going to go outside when she's bigger than the mice and moles. She's got a job to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-7816035629852353032?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7816035629852353032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=7816035629852353032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/7816035629852353032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/7816035629852353032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/year-one-down.html' title='Year One Down'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-3614544834469101139</id><published>2009-03-18T09:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:24:11.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach&apos;s Favorite College Team'/><title type='text'>A More Positive Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I knew that if I posted all those thoughts, it would help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've decided to get better. Life is what it is, and I'm supposed to grow through it. Growing hurts. It also helps that I spilled my guts to my best friend. :) Don't you just love best friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I can look forward to the end of this week: watching March Madness. Yes, it is truly amazing. My beloved MS State Bulldogs made it in to the NCAA tourney and we play Thursday afternoon at 3:55 pm (my time). I will not be on the computer until after they win, nor will I answer my phone, nor will any conversation steer me away--I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watch the entire game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I say this because one Sunday, I was determined to do all my house work before company arrives prior to the Duke/UNC game so I could sit down and watch that game. Ask me how much of the game I actually saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;None. Zero. Nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watch MSU play, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watch MSU play, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watch MSU play....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-3614544834469101139?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3614544834469101139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=3614544834469101139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3614544834469101139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3614544834469101139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-positive-outlook.html' title='A More Positive Outlook'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-6225748440641010753</id><published>2009-03-17T15:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:25:39.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the coach'/><title type='text'>Me and My Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been so long since I posted that I wanted to check in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But my emotional state is not good right now.  So, I'm not sure this is the time to "check in".  But these little threads of thought keep going through my mind and I wonder what I would write if I took the time to put them "on paper".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am angry.  But I'm trying not to be.  Inside, I'm sure I look like a 3 year old trying so desperately to get her way, but a very patient, soft-spoken adult is telling me "no" and then walking away.  Ugh! I can't stand that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that leads to feeling indifferent.  Whatever.  I don't care.  You're gonna get your way anyway, so why try and fight it?  Why want something that I'm never gonna get.  Why get my hopes up that there's a sliver of hope, only for it to be dashed and I'm left wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Which leads to the logical conclusion that it would all work out so perfectly if I just wanted what you wanted.  'Cause then I'd get it.  Right? Wrong.  'Cause you change your mind.  And any plans that I might have made in my head are, again, dashed and I'm left standing there floored.  You gotta be kidding me.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or I just can't bring myself to want what you want, so I'm back to being angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So what to do?? What to do?? What to do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My natural inclination is to run.  Run away.  I can't do that, or I would have already.  I don't really know where to go.  Next?  Spend money.  Go shopping.  Haven't ruled that one out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now the house is quiet and nobody is here but me.  I can finally do whatever the heck I want.  What do I want to do?  Whatever.  I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At least the sun's shining.  I hear that it's good for depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-6225748440641010753?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6225748440641010753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=6225748440641010753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6225748440641010753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6225748440641010753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-my-wars.html' title='Me and My Wars'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-3731907313193360271</id><published>2009-02-07T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:28:42.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>WE MADE IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I've been busy with the end of our season and trying to stay one step ahead in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the big news is.....WE MADE IT BACK TO NORTH STATE!!!  I cannot tell you how estatic I am!  One glance by the casual fan would have us already done with our season, but I tell you, the girls pulled a huge game out last Tuesday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Needless to say, we all screamed like little girls and jumped up and down and screamed some more!  With about 30 seconds left to go in the game, I knew we had it and it was all I could do not to run out on the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We lost a very ugly game on Thursday night by 1 point that would have us in the District Championship Game today, so we're playing for the 3 seed this afternoon.  I hope the girls are rested enough to play their best this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully I can get an update on here sooner rather than later.  Coveting your prayers for a good game today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-3731907313193360271?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3731907313193360271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=3731907313193360271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3731907313193360271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3731907313193360271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-made-it.html' title='WE MADE IT!!!'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-8189248554824112844</id><published>2009-01-07T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:56:38.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom Coaching'/><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, Happy New Year to ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas holidays were so welcomed this year! :) I wish it could have been longer, but.....oh, well.  First semester teaching down, one to go. I have to say that this first week back has gone very smooth, and that makes me give a huge sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball is movin'! I certainly meant to put my schedule on my sidebar, but just haven't had the time. I am so excited about my JV girls this year. Last year, we only one 2 ballgames the entire season due to our lack of experience, but what a difference a year makes!! I hear it every time we play one of our district teams: y'all have improved soooo much! I just smile and say, yeah, we have. We are 8-3, (8 wins and 3 losses) with one of our losses coming in during a preseason tourney where we played a bigger school. The other two losses are to the same district team, so I'll have to figure out how we can beat them when the year-end tournament comes at the end of January. We have one more team in our district to play, and then we will have played everyone and I'll have a better understanding of where we'll fall for the year. I am &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The varsity girls are certainly holding their own. We haven't won as many as we did last year, but we lost 3 key players and are just now finding our groove with a new team. Unfortunately, our starting point guard hurt her right thumb (which is very important since that is her shooting hand!) last night in the game and more during practice today. She went to the dr and now is wearing a brace and can't play in our district game tomorrow night. Big Bummer! I'm scrambling in my brain as to what to do. Sigh. Good news is that we don't think she broke it. Her x-rays were sent off for review and we should know tomorrow the status of her thumb. I'm so proud of these girls because, while we're losing, we're losing by 1 or 2 and they are beginning to understand what each other does and how each other thinks. That's what a team does, and it is so neat to be front and center as that unfolds. I'm just really hoping that it's going to help us go far in the playoffs that start in early February for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm wrestling with the familiar what-I-want-to-do vs. what-God-wants-me-to-do battle that goes on with everybody. I'm trying to stay focused and not listen to my inner voice that says to stay in the bed every morning. :) Somehow, I've managed to make it this far without truly running out of clothes to wear, and the house hasn't fallen down due to neglect. Now, our cat? That's another story. He sure is glad to see us when we get home. :) I intend on loving on him alot once the season is over and I get home before dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dark, it's about that time now. Bed time. 'Cept I have to study up on Revelation for my juniors a bit. Now there's a good time--answering questions from 17 year olds about how the world's really going to end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-8189248554824112844?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8189248554824112844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=8189248554824112844&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8189248554824112844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/8189248554824112844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-5810550121389174151</id><published>2008-11-29T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:26:47.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='See the &quot;gym&quot; we play in'/><title type='text'>Checking Off That To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a productive week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I finally got to dust my furniture.  I haven't dusted since we moved in on July 31st.  I know, I know. :)  But, hey, it was only an inch thick.  That's really not bad for 4 months.  Is it?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My laundry is caught up.  Yes!! We now have clean underwear AND socks.  No more picking which one is more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My 3-week grade slips are done and waiting to be passed out on Monday.  I'm almost done with the next 3 weeks of lesson plans. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've loaded my iPod shuffle with the Carpenter's Christmas and some Earth, Wind and Fire, Phil Collins, and Casting Crowns.  What a combo! ;)  Nothing like going from O Come, O Come Emmanuel to Boogie Wonderland. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My tree is up and my table is set for the season.  Pictures hopefully coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And, last but certainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;,  my side of the garage is cleaned out girls!!!  My dh did the best job this morning, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;NOW I CAN PARK INSIDE THE GARAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;!!  {{Giddy with joy!}} Wa-hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think I can go on.  Some weight has been lifted, I tell ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-5810550121389174151?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5810550121389174151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=5810550121389174151&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5810550121389174151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5810550121389174151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/checking-off-that-to-do-list.html' title='Checking Off That To-Do List'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-1363616741056906884</id><published>2008-11-27T08:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:56:36.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Break'/><title type='text'>Hope Your Day is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/thanksgiving%20or%20happy%20thanksgiving" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Thanksgiving Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr130/del_bug/Thanksgiving/thanksgiving54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so this isn't centered and it's too big for my posting area. I truly am sorry. Hopefully you get the idea. I've obviously been away too long to remember how to resize the thing. And, I don't have the time to sit here and figure it out, 'cause I've got to get the dressing cooking and warm up the veggies and get in the shower before everyone gets here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-1363616741056906884?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1363616741056906884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=1363616741056906884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/1363616741056906884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/1363616741056906884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-your-day-is-great.html' title='Hope Your Day is Great!'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-2544953583583135189</id><published>2008-11-24T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:17:00.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom Coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The coach&apos;s one true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections of the One True Coach'/><title type='text'>Starting the Season</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know.  It's been a while.  Who would have thought teaching could take up that much time??  Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted, my basketball seasons have started.  I need to update my sidebar so you guys can have a schedule.  My JV girls have come a long way!  We're 4-2 and for those of you who were around, we've already won more games this year than we did last year!! Wa-hoo!! I knew all that practicing would pay off one day.  The girls are lovin' it! :)  And they play so good together.  My Varsity team isn't doing that well, but it's understandable.  We lost 3 of our 5 starters, so we're having to find our identity again.  We're 1-5, and lost the last 2 games by 2 points or less-bummer!  But, to their credit, they aren't giving up.  And that's one of the most important things that I preach to them.  Never give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I'm thankful for Thanksgiving break?!?  I have a week off, and man!, am I glad!  Since I didn't have to spend my weekend doing laundry and lesson plans, I actually got to catch up on my sleep.  I do have basketball practice today and tomorrow, but after that, I'm a free woman!! So thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh is still healing from having all those wisdom teeth cut out.  Important word to you: get those things cut out when you're young!!  It's just amazing how much a few years really affects the healing process.  Dh told our kids that they were getting their wisdom teeth cut out when they were 18 whether they needed to come out or not! Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about &lt;a href="http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-condensed.html"&gt;that student&lt;/a&gt;.  She and I are coming along.  We had a conversation one day in my Bible class about the Tribulation, and she had no idea what that was!  So, I gave her the cliff notes version of Revelation and got to the ma*rk*of*the*be*ast part, and she was floored!  She asked where all this was in the Bible, and I told her that the majority of it was in Revelation.  Needless to say, she didn't pay attention to the lesson, but had her nose in the Bible.  We are now doing a class study on Revelation.  Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, my friends, is humbling.  I told them that I don't understand it all, so we'll see what kind of questions they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bible class, God certainly is showing up in them.  Even if I'm the only one noticing on most days.  However, there are those certain days that they all know He's been there.  One day, in my 11th grade class, we were debating the hot topic of once saved, always saved vs. one can lose their salvation.  They all had the weekend to look up scripture and "prove" their point of view.  (Ahem.....I assigned them to one side or the other.  Some were happy, others were not)  This debate ended up lasting two days.  I would have never thought it.  But on the second day, I had a student tell the whole class why he knew that God would never let us go.  And he proceeded to tell some of his personal history that shut everyone up.  I mean, I've never seen twenty-one 17 year olds sit so still and be so silent for more than a minute.  All I could do was say, "Uh...can we pray about this?"  When I think about it, it still floors me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's enough for this post.  I could "talk" your ears off!  I'll try to post some updated pics of the family soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-2544953583583135189?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2544953583583135189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=2544953583583135189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/2544953583583135189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/2544953583583135189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-season.html' title='Starting the Season'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-6197495075559831606</id><published>2008-11-02T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:18:31.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom Coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The coach&apos;s one true love'/><title type='text'>My Life Condensed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO VOTE TUESDAY NOVEMBER 4TH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that it's been a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dh had his wisdom teeth out Friday.  Went well, but his jaw is really sore.  My job is to not let him overdo it.  He has a tendency to climb the walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pre-season started last Monday.  Both JV and Varsity girls lost to a very, very good team.  So both teams played again on Thursday.  JV and Varsity won their first game, so we played again that day.  I coached basketball from 11:30 am to 4:50 pm that day.  My voice has not recovered.  JV won both games on Thursday, so they got to play again yesterday.  They won, and got a plague for winning the loser's bracket.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking the day "off" and staying home today.  Dh needs to rest, 'cause he says he's going back to work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being out of the classroom on Thursday AND Friday, I've got some catching up to do.  Lesson plans for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm handing out prayers to those in the "Not Fans of Coach Jenny" club.  And, I have to say that God is showing up tremendously in this fight!!  He's rearranged so many circumstances for me that I can, in no way, say I've done anything.  He's doing it all!  Thank you, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still butting heads with a certain student.  She's stolen my heart and it's hard to see her act the way she does.  But, God's working in this too.  I decided to back off the "relationship" after hearing from God, and she's coming around.  Still not the best, but at least she's not ignoring me.  (I guess it's kinda hard to ignore your teacher when you need to make the grade, but still, you get the point....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess that's the long and short of it all.  It sure is funny that these few paragraphs took a couple of weeks of my life. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-6197495075559831606?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6197495075559831606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=6197495075559831606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6197495075559831606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/6197495075559831606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-condensed.html' title='My Life Condensed'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-492703929279790778</id><published>2008-10-07T11:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:18:16.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom Coaching'/><title type='text'>Hurts of the Heart</title><content type='html'>Fall break happened this past weekend.  I wish it were longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned how to live life without access to email or bloggyland.  I'm glad there was something to take up the time or I don't know that I could have made the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that I believe the lie that there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything.  It's gotta be a lie.  It just has to be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that there are some people that you just can't trust no matter how much you want to.  So, I gave them chocolate.  After a day of avoiding me, they are slowly beginning to talk to me again.  And-I'm sure-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that I don't have thick skin.  Nor do I really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that it hurts to love without knowing why you love in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'd love to give it all up and return to the house.  My new-to-me house that still has boxes everywhere and where my under*wear is strewn all over my room because I don't have a drawer to put it in.  I'd love to not care so much.  I'd love to give up.  Throw up the white flag and say "I'm not doing this anymore.  I quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I'll go back to that battlefield, smile and joke with the kids, and try to live one moment at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Jesus hurt like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jesus and hurt, I've been reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.theshackbook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my 11th grade Bible class.  Have you read it?  What do you think?  And no, I haven't visited the website yet.  I intend to do that in all my spare time.  It's a deep book that has caused discussions that I'm glad got them to thinkin' about what they believe and why.  I recommend it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-492703929279790778?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/492703929279790778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=492703929279790778&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/492703929279790778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/492703929279790778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurts-of-heart.html' title='Hurts of the Heart'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-175020037925636313</id><published>2008-08-30T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:38:02.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Out'/><title type='text'>Until Later...</title><content type='html'>So the truth is this:  blogging has completely dropped off the radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional ride around here the last month, and I have wished that I've had the time to sit and write out all my thoughts and feelings and things I want to say but shouldn't.  But, life is showing that right now my focus is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my home.  At my school.  And very, very soon at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll talk to you next, but I am keeping the blog available to any of you who want to drop a line now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some awesome friendships over the last year, and I know that if I don't meet you this side of heaven, we'll have alot to talk about when we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying good-bye.  Only until later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-175020037925636313?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/175020037925636313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=175020037925636313&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/175020037925636313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/175020037925636313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/until-later.html' title='Until Later...'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-3038257766262840485</id><published>2008-08-14T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:07:12.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run faster'/><title type='text'>A Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Hey!! Just wanted to put something out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember what my last post was about to catch you up from that point.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; moved across town, and am still settling into my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to move on a Thursday afternoon--my birthday :0)--and I started my new teaching job that next Monday. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I haven't had time to catch my breath, much less write a post.  My intentions are to post some pics this weekend, but I can't promise anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.  I'm so sorry that blog reading just isn't happening right now.  Life is.  And it's going really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.....know that I think about YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-3038257766262840485?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3038257766262840485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=3038257766262840485&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3038257766262840485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/3038257766262840485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-note.html' title='A Quick Note'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-5159076192765743136</id><published>2008-07-29T08:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:29:44.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections of the One True Coach'/><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>For all the obstacles that have come with this move, (and there have been more than I've been writing about simply because I didn't want to complain constantly) I know one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have dealt with my past sins and am finished with the reaping that comes as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freedom in knowing that.  My friend-and perhaps yours too-&lt;a href="http://ourjoyfuldays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; wrote a post today entitled &lt;a href="http://ourjoyfuldays.blogspot.com/2008/07/standing-firmstaying-put-part-two.html"&gt;Standing Firm/Staying Put&lt;/a&gt;.  It has reminded me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I serve a God who calls me to remember.  Remember what He did to the Egyptians who tried to recapture the Israelites after letting them go (Ex 15:21), remember how He has brought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through trial after trial, remember His faithfulness in ALL things.  Even the book of Deuteronomy is a call to the Israelites to remember God's law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to move away from my town just as soon as I could.  In fact, my plans in high school included going off to college and moving to a big(ger) town so that no one knew me and I didn't know them.  I could start over.  No raised eyebrows if I walked into the room with whispers of "that's coach, you remember her.  She...(you fill in the blanks)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, God had other plans.  Including me living in house in the back of the same neighborhood where I lived in high school.  (Pretty far move, huh?!)  And over the course of me living there, He brought people into my path that I'd just as soon never see again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was through those people that God dealt with me, and caused me to forever be changed.  To be set free from fear and worry.  And the chains that I was wearing by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our house was put up for sale, God sent a word to me telling me that the time of havesting from my rebellion was complete.  If you could picture a field, that He had gone through that field and cleaned it out of all the bad seed I had planted there.  It is done.  It is finished.  I have a field that has good seed planted there.  Now is the time for harvesting that good seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God has moved us on from that house.  I will remember what else He has moved me from.  And how, in &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; timing, it all came to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-5159076192765743136?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5159076192765743136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=5159076192765743136&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5159076192765743136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/5159076192765743136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205911132980445579.post-1169534973732050437</id><published>2008-07-24T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:14:16.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run faster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='See the &quot;gym&quot; we play in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The coach&apos;s one true love'/><title type='text'>In the Meantime...</title><content type='html'>Things have settled a bit around here.  Thank the Lord.  Seems I can catch my breath this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone number thing eventually worked out--after spending 2 hours with the phone company glued to my left ear.  Our house number will be re-installed when we move in the new house, and our business number is forwarded temporarily to my cell phone until we move in.  And we can keep both phone numbers.  Yay!!  They found a solution and made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did close on the sale of our old house, so now I guess I can make the transition from saying "old house" and "new house".  We're homeless for another week.  Meaning, I'm not responsible for a mortgage payment.  We found out yesterday that paper pushing mortgage documents takes longer than anyone likes, so we won't be able to close on our house until July 31st at 1:00 pm.  We'll move in right after that. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not, nor do we have to be, homeless. :0)  Both dh and my parents live in town, as well as our grandparents so we had plenty of options to choose from.  We decided on my parent's house because they have 2 extra bedrooms and 1 extra bathroom for our family to use.  Dh's parents have 2 extra bedrooms, but we'd have to share one bathroom between the six of us.  Certainly not a bad thing--if we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do that.  We don't, so decision made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of this "meantime", we still are doing what we've got to do.  I'm at the gym today with the girls, and we have a guest coach.  That's another post for another time, because I'm so hyped about who God sent our way!!  Dh is trying to work everyday without needing too much info from me because all our office is packed in boxes.  He's also doing the sound for our YMCA's play this weekend "Back to Mayberry 2".  Tonight is his final practice, but that has proven to be a looonnnggg one.  Needless to say, he's not getting all his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving + Sound engineer + Too Little Sleep = Tired + Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good equation.  Sunday afternoon will be spent sleeping, I'm sure :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205911132980445579-1169534973732050437?l=acoachforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1169534973732050437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205911132980445579&amp;postID=1169534973732050437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/1169534973732050437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205911132980445579/posts/default/1169534973732050437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acoachforlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-meantime.html' title='In the Meantime...'/><author><name>Coach J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07465532203974215571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02034550676530211043'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>