Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Little Team That Could…





Club volleyball officially ended on Sunday.
The culmination was a 3 day National Qualifier held in Minneapolis.
Our results, although not a bid to Nationals, surpassed our expectations.
We finished 31st out of 102 teams and competed for the Bronze medal.

Our 9 girls walked into the MPLS Convention Center that first night like they belonged there.
They were pumped!
We got court time for an hour to familiarize them with the courts and to relieve any jitters the enormous tournament site may cause.
The next day, reality set in.

Our first opponent was made up of tall… very tall, strong athletes.
They had a fire in their belly that I’ve seen before in elite teams.
I don’t think you can coach that kind of fire; it must just come from somewhere within.

Our tallest girl is maybe 5’9 tops.
Jordie is the second to shortest at a little over 5.5
“Intimidating”… we’re not.

That first match was short; leading us to believe it was going to be a very long weekend.
Next up was the #1 seed in our pool out of Colorado.
“Fierce” is an understatement; they won the first game.
Game 2 was ours, handedly.
The 3rd game may as well been for all the marbles.

When we won it, our coach actually had to tell us parents to “Act like we’ve been here before”!!!
We were ecstatic, realizing that moment may just be the highlight of the weekend, possibly the season.

In retrospect, that match meant so much more than just a “W”.
It proved to the girls, they did indeed belong there.
And the better they played, the tougher competitors they’d draw, resulting in them raising their game over and over again.

It was a blast to watch.
Our nerves are shot.
And we can’t wait until next year.

To finish off our near perfect weekend,
Jordie and I, along with our travel buddies Kerri and Jamie K, pulled into a local dive in Osceola Iowa.
We needed to down some chow before hitting the road hard for home.
We were starving and Granny Grier's slogo on the billboard was enticement enough.

“Home cookin so good…
You’ll think we stole your Mother!”


That pretty much sums up the weekend...
Mmm, mm… Good!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

The Downside of Blogging…

Mikey, who rarely reads my blog, did so yesterday.
I know this not because he told me.
No, his actions speak louder than words.

Like a gazelle this morning, he leapt out of bed and headed out the door.
“Where are you going” I asked with just the slightest bit of annoyance in my voice.
I didn’t really need to hear his answer… somehow I already knew.

“Coffee, I’m making the coffee”.

Arghhhhhhhh…. I KNEW he read it now!
The man never grabs a cup of Joe before work, instead making a swing through the cafeteria his morning routine.
I blew it with my big mouth!

When I saw him rattling through the cupboards in search of a thermos, that’s when I knew…
Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I’ll be heading out today to purchase Mikey his very own percolator.
His and hers baby!
But I think I’ll buy him the 2 to 4 cup version Mom originally tried to give me.
Last thing I need is the BOTH of us vibrating all day!


Haaaaaa-vvvv-e uh uh uh uh Gggg-ooo-dd Dd-aaay !!!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Today is the first day of my new and glorious life…

And why is today so different from the rest you ponder?
I’ll tell you…

I discarded my Bunn “Drip” coffee pot and replaced it with an old fashioned Percolator!

Pure Coffee Bliss.

I must credit my mother with my new transformation; she went back to a percolator a few years ago. Whenever I’m at her house, it’s like a treat to sip her brew. One day I realized… I can start each and every day this way; a true epiphany!

The next obvious step was to “not-so-coyly” secure a percolator. “Ma…I want a percolator for my birthday” is how that transpired. Pure genius I am at times!

There was one slight delay to my morning ecstasy; Mom initially bought me a 2 to 4 cup percolator. Silly, silly woman.

My new 10 to 12 cup percolator showed up on my doorstep yesterday and it took everything I had not to brew a cup last night. In the interest of sleep, I displayed great patience.

I actually beat Mike downstairs this morning. I fired that puppy up and was immediately transported back in time. The sound…blurp, blurp, blurp…was a symphony to my waking ears.

I watched as little vapors of coffee spit out of its spout; the smell was overwhelming, awakening all my still lagging senses at once.

When I poured my first cup, there were just a few tiny specs of coffee grounds flowing into my cup. I thought of my Grandma then, and if I were a smoking gal, I’d have lit me up a Pall Mall no filter.

I can’t remember the last time I spent less than 100 bucks on a coffee maker. They keep coming up with faster, hotter, sleeker models. This guy was $40, once again proving less is more.

Drinking coffee is an art. It’s a right of passage. A good cup of coffee is like a best friend.

Coffee shouldn’t be tap water quickly dripped though some grounds lying in a paper product. It should be brewed. Percolated. Anticipated.
And when that first sip finally meets your pallet, everything will be right with the world.

Just like our friendships, a few grinds floating in the cup, though some might view as an “imperfection”, is really what makes them unique and strong.

So if you’re in the neighborhood, drop in, I’ll brew you a cup of Joe. Just be sure to allow a little extra time!

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Rock Chalk Jayhawk

Our Father,
Who art in Lawrence,
Hallowed be Thy Game.
Thy Tourney come,
Thy Championship be won,
In San Antonio as it is in Allen Fieldhouse.
Give us this day our deserved victories.
And forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive Roy who double-crossed against us.
And lead us not into defeat,
But deliver us from East Coast bias.
For Kansas is the basketball kingdom,
And the tradition,
And the glory,
Forever and ever,
Amen!