Just because

Not everyone will accept your past,  but it
wasn’t their’s to live. Not everyone will see your future, but its not their’s to dream. Just because someone worries about you, doesn’t mean they are judging you. Just because someone isn’t near you, doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking of you dearly.

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Thanks, but no thanks, coach.

As I sit watching the game tonight, I suddenly have a flashback to the worst coach I ever got to play under.

It was grade ten basketball.  We were on our way out of town for a tournament.  Now, I was excited about this tournament! I may not be a strong offensive player, but since I wasn’t, I was shuffled to be a defensive, which tended to be this coaches favorite place to shuffle players he didn’t want to push for play time.  More defensive, less play time for me.  But out of town tournaments were different, since we had to pitch in for gas money and hotel money, we were all guaranteed at least ten minutes of play time.  Perfect!

First period, ten minutes in, …. no play…

five minutes left… no play…

Half time.  Get told to play better, haven’t played yet.

Second period, lets go!… still no play…

Comes down to the last five minutes, coach calls me to replace the star, sweet!

I go on for 17 seconds, I get called back off, he told the main star what he wanted, she had to go back on.  She had been playing the whole time.  What … the…. heck?

End of game. I got 17 seconds of play time.  That night I got a ride home from my coach because I had something I had to attend the next day.  I wouldn’t get any more play time this tournament.

“You’re not allowed to be mad at me”

“I didn’t get to play.  You said we all get equal playing time at out of town tournaments”

“I  had to so we could have a stronger chance to win”

“But we didn’t win, not even close”.  The score was over 20 points difference.

“Your still not allowed to be mad”

This coach who I had trusted, gave me the worst example of a mentor that I will never forget. I will never tell a child that they aren’t allowed to play in a game for my own agenda. I will never not keep a promise or a written rule to anyone. I will never tell someone they aren’t allowed to feel an emotion about an unfair situation.

After that weekend I told my mother it wasn’t worth playing on his team anymore.

I joined up with other teams, where we got to play and it was for fun, and we had great fun! And I never really looked back.

Not hard, not soft, like a jam!

I was a waitress at a restaurant that served eggs for every meal, which was great for graveyard workers, or late night partiers.  I have many stories, mightmares and laughs, but one stuck out this morning as I was making my breakfast.

We had this girl that at least once a month would come in and order the same thing.  Now, I don’t mind typical customers, and if you enjoy something, its a treat to try it again! But, it was how she ordered it that has always stuck with me. So heres seen, all day breakfast restaurant, typical waitress waiting on customers, in walks twenty something girl and her friend. Waitress sits them down, and goes to get their drinks.

“Alright ladies, here are your drinks”

“Alright, ill get eggs benedict, fruit cup, ham, oh, and I want my eggs, not hard, not soft, like a jam.”

“Ok, gotcha…” take her friends order, and carry on.  Go to the back, and type in over medium.  Ladies enjoy their lunch, praise the food, leave.

Next month, girls arrive.  Same explanation about the eggs. So I turn back

“Ok, eggs over medium-”

“No, no no…. not hard, not soft, like a jam!

Gotcha.

Same thing next month, so again I try to explain to her that what she wants is over medium, that she doesn’t have to explain it every time.

“No, its not.  I don’t want it hard, or soft. Like a jam!”

So, realizing that you can’t fix stupid, I go to the back to type in her order.  This time when it prompts me to select wellness level of the egg, I hit *see note* and type in her explanation.  Thirty seconds later the cook sticks his head out , gives me a confused look.  I explain the antics of this specific customer, to which he replies:

“Eggs have been around for thousands of years, shes been around for two decades, and she figures we haven’t figured out a word for not hard, not soft, like a jam? Did you try and explain it?”

Well I tried to hint at it, time and again… sometimes you cant fix stupid.

Cheers for knitting!

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Not only am I happy to present another pair of baby pants made from scratch (no pattern) but its my first request with crochet! I crocheted the eye as I thought they would look better than if I stitched them on.  I am quite please! But found out that I don’t care too much for the hook and appreciate my needles so much more!

Cheers for knitting!

Double Challenge

Double Harmonic Ocarina

A few years ago I purchased a double harmonic ocarina from http://www.songbirdocarina.com . I was very proud, and scared, about this new instrument! I had seen pictures of instruments like this in movies, cartoon, bible excerpts, I was excited! But it took me months to even try it, and months again to even make it sound good.

The biggest fault I found was with myself.  I felt I could never show this to others, as they wanted to hear it, and I didn’t think I was worthy of that honor.  Finally, after much encouragement from my friend who plays piano with our church, I brought it out, and played Amazing Grace infront of our group one sunday.

It went….

Great! I was asked to play it again and again!

And I have been asked to play again in two months, by then I hope to be even better 🙂