Monthly Archives: July 2011

Sunday Morning Confessions 10

1. I didn’t act my age at a wedding.  I teach with Marybeth and love to third wheel it with her and Darren, so I was excited for their wedding.  Much of the Valley staff attended and I actually got a teensy bit excited about school starting again when I was reunited with these hilarious teachers.  Just a teensy bit, though.  That night I had a terrible “first day of school” nightmare where I showed up late and completely unprepared.  I really hoped these would go away after 7 years of teaching.

There were no terribly awkward moments at this wedding, but when surrounded by co-workers, for some odd reason, I can’t help but act like a high schooler.

It began when I snuck into the ceremony through a side door just as the wedding procession began.  This counts as “on time” for me.  I was sweating from my jaunt through the parking lot, so I had to use the offering envelope to fan my pits for most of the ceremony.  The student sitting next to me got a kick out of this and we whispered and giggled throughout the ceremony.  Don’t worry; we sat in the back.  I had come straight from a basketball game so I brought Madalena, my friend and roommate in Mozambique, with me.  After sending off the “party bus” to the reception, she and I played with the bubbles for probably a little longer than normal for our age:

Yes, I realize that no bubbles are actually coming out of mine.  I’ve never claimed to be a bubble expert. Continue reading

Wow Wednesdays 4- Text Messages

“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me.  Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline.  It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week.  I say “wow” for lots of reasons.  Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God.  Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.  

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Have you ever received a text message that has made you say, “Wow”?

I have.  Several actually.  Usually they are along the lines of, “My water just broke,” or “8 centimeters dilated.”  Yesterday I got a text from my sister that read, “Vander (her 4 year old son) just asked me if I’ve ever had a butt itch.”  When she responded by laughing, I guess he said, “Cause I have one.  Should I just itch it?”  Wow, indeed.

Saturday I received another text that made me say, “Wow” but not in a good way- more like a “Wow, my life is going to suck” way.

It was late at night and I was devouring a napkin-load of snickerdoodles I had snuck from the wedding I was at that night.  I was busy typing away, preparing the Sunday Morning Confessions post full of stories all about my team- my wonderfully hilarious team.  Then my best player texted me.  You know, the one who just committed to UCLA.  The one who tells everyone else where to go on defense and gets most of our rebounds.  The one who scores 80 % of our points and for whom every single play is designed for.   Yeah, that one.  She sent me a text informing me she had torn her ACL that night. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 9- Summer Coaching

Tomorrow marks the very last day of summer basketball.  I’ve spent the last 7 weeks with 10 squirrelly high school girls, so naturally I have a boatload of confessions.  I’ll share all but two of them.  Now you’re curious about the two I won’t share, aren’t you?  One must be kept confidential because if my girls ever found out, they’d be way too embarrassed, and I can’t share the other because I might lose my job.  Yeah, let your imagination run wild with that one.  But it’s not as crazy as you think.  And administrator, if you ever stumble upon this blog, I’m totally kidding.

So without further ado, here are my Sunday Morning summertime coaching confessions:

1.  I pretended to be a player.  Here’s the thing: I feel like their mom all the time.  They started calling me Mom and laugh pretty hard when I respond without hesitating.  Last weekend I chauffeured them around in a giant 15 passenger van, fed them, and gave them curfews and bed times.  I REALLY felt like their mom then.  Much to my chagrin, I’ve even been mistaken for one of the girl’s actual moms several times.  I must admit that we do share somewhat of a resemblance because of our Dutch roots:

but I much prefer being mistaken for her older sister than for her mom.  I mean, I’ve yet to see a mom master the “shake face” pose. Continue reading

Wow Wednesday 3- dolphins in the kingdom

“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me.  Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline.  It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week.  I say “wow” for lots of reasons.  Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God.  Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.

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Since it’s summer, I’ve been frequenting the beach quite often and found it to be an ideal setting for “wow moments.”  Seeing strangers stripped down to barely nothing tends to lead to many dropped jaws.  Tattoos that “no one will ever see except at the beach” are now being seen in all their glory.  I saw a Pokemon one last week.  Yes.  Pokemon.  It took everything in me not to ask her if it was a permanent reminder that she makes poor, rash decisions.  I’ve seen quite a few tribal tats and back tats that have made me say “wow” and wonder what their wives think of the ink.  I’ve seen tourists swim in the ocean fully clothed and heard fathers tell their young daughters that the waves are “gnarly” and in both cases, I said a quiet, “wow.”

I went to the beach with my extended family and experienced two major wow moments.  The first came just moments after this picture of me with my cousins and aunt was taken:

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Why I Run- Part One

I think I might be addicted to running.  I think about it all the time, feel unsatisfied on my “rest days” and schedule my days around when I can run.  Last week I put on all my running gear, laced up my shoes, and then realized I was supposed to be getting ready for church.  I realized then that I might have a problem.

I first started running as an act of rebellion.  Other college kids were cuttin loose and gettin wild with typical drunken debauchery but me? I was going for secret runs.  I wasn’t supposed to be jogging.  Both my dad and my coach told me not to because it would slow down my “fast twitch” muscles which I needed as fast as possible for basketball (especially since my freshman 15 turned into a freshman 20).  So when I was feeling rebellious and needed to work off steam, I would go for jogs after my basketball games.  Screw those fast twitch muscles.  I wanted to run gosh darn it, so run I did.

I do realize that many of you must think I’m quite odd right about now.  I mean, you knew I was odd but now you’re realizing my oddities stretch further than merely discussing boogers and bathrooms.  So allow me to defend myself and my strange love for running.  This is the first of a two-part series explaining why I love to run.  Today I’ll defend my first reason.

Reason # 1- All other options are lame. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 8

1. I got a little intense during a friendly pick-up basketball game.  Those who have played with me will not be be surprised by this, but the wonderful part about this particular game was the fact that I was not the only one diving for loose balls, sacrificing my body, and getting probably a little too competitive on the court.  Everyone else was just as intense and competitive as I because everyone else was family and that’s just how we’re wired.  We love basketball.  And we hate to lose.

My aunt and uncle and four cousins were in town from the Philippines so we organized a 5-on-5 game and played hard, sweat hard, and laughed hard for two hours.  I really hope this becomes a tradition even though it brought out my inner beast.  Even Hudson, Heidi’s 2 year old, played with us by sprinting from half court to the baseline when we’d be running down the court, so in addition to watching for the ball and your teammates, you had to make sure you didn’t trample Huddy.  Trent was unsuccessful one time but Hudson is the toughest kid I know and didn’t shed a tear. Trent also gave my cousin Kelly a black eye so apparently he is even more beastly than I am on the court.  Please take note of both my brothers in this picture.  They’re pretty ridiculous.

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Wow Wednesday 2- why I’m not ready for motherhood

“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me.  Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline.  It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week.  I say “wow” for lots of reasons.  Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God.  Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.

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I know I’m not ready to be a mom for a number of reasons.  Here is a brief list of the events that transpired on a single day with my 4 year old nephew Vander and 2 year old nephew Hudson that made it clear that I’m not quite ready for motherhood:

* I ruined a sponge in my mom’s car.  I was riding in the backseat with Vander and Huddy and we found a big yellow sponge.  I happened to have a black Sharpie in my purse so naturally I proceeded to draw Spongebob on the sponge.  The boys thought it was awesome.  My mom did not.  Apparently, I had ruined her sponge. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 7- Running Edition

Today’s edition of Sunday Morning Confessions revolves around running.  I’m training for a marathon which is at the end of August so I’ve been running 6 days a week and, surprise surprise, I have lots of confessions from these runs.  Later this week I’ll write a post about the time in May when I was supposed to be “chaperoning” the Senior trip on Catalina Island, went for long run, got terribly lost, and ran up so many hills I couldn’t use my quads the next day- like I had to do a trust fall to sit on the toilet.  But today’s confessions are from my normal, daily runs. Continue reading

29 with acne- guest post

A lot of people who read this blog, namely my mother and her sisters, don’t read other blogs and are not privy to the ins and outs of the “blogging world.”  Thus, you might not have ever heard the name Knox McCoy.  I know.  His name is just a tad more original than mine.  Sorry Mom and Dad, I love my name, but while I have met roughly 7,384 Katie’s thus far in life, I have only ever met 1 Knox.

Here’s what you need to know about Knox McCoy:

* He’s kind of a big deal on the World Wide Web.  (Do people still call it that?)

* If you don’t believe me, read this post about a blogging competition happening amongst 10 of the funniest bloggers out there.  Knox is on one of the all-star teams and is described as the “love child of Tyler Stanton and Jon Acuff.”  If you don’t know who they are, you’ve clearly never explored my “blog roll” and you probably have never been introduced to the world of funny, Christian blogs.  Allow me to the open door. Continue reading

Wow Wednesdays 1- Desperate for Jesus

Welcome to the first installment of “Wow Wednesdays.”   I use this blog to force myself to be more observant of life- to see and appreciate the daily moments- the awkward, bizarre, and mundane moments that pass by so often unnoticed.   Though these moments are not significant or life-changing, I try to learn from them and they often make me shake my head and say, “wow.”  For instance, here is a conversation that took place at my parents’ house on the fourth of July after I grabbed a beach towel from their cupboards to take to my yoga class.

Dad: “Are you sure you want to take that towel?”

Me: “What’s wrong with it?”

Dad: “Well, it’s the Marlboro towel.”

Mom: in the other rooms hears this and yells, “Do NOT take that towel, Katie!”

Me: “Why do you guys even have this?”

Dad: “Someone left it.  Or Trent stole it.  Actually, you should bring it.  Your class will think you’re edgy.”

Mom: “TJ!  We do NOT promote smoking.”

Dad: “Well, she shouldn’t bring a nice beach towel.  This one is perfect.”

Mom: “Absolutely not.  Here.”  steals my towel and hands me another one “Bring this cute pink one.  Katie, you never know- there might be a cute boy in class.”

W.O.W. Continue reading