Friday, April 28, 2006
No Call Yet...
It has been 2 full days and I have yet to be contacted by the Vancouver Canucks organization regarding their vacant head coaching job. I suppose that they have to do due diligence and make it look like they are interested in other potential coaches before offering me the position, but I would have thought by now I'd receive at least an email from them. Maybe they don't have my email address? It's Dairn at hotmail.... I know, it's spelled weird. I hope some DaRIN at hotmail isn't leaving his chicken farm in Nebraska, getting on a plane, and wondering what the heck 'hockey' is anyways. No, not to fret, they have my correct email. Especially after I spammed them 60,000 times last year during the lockout.
I sure hope they don't mind me running team drills from the bench, because I can't skate. Pretty darn good with a whistle, though....
I sure hope they don't mind me running team drills from the bench, because I can't skate. Pretty darn good with a whistle, though....
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Good Saturday...
Yesterday was Good Friday, and if I didn't know anything about the actual holiday, I would have thought it was Gory Friday. It started at five in the morning when Kylan woke up in his crib crying in vomit. Sorry, lousy way to start a blog post, eh? It gets worse.
Beth cleaned him up and gave him a bath. I went back to bed, feeling woozy myself. I was to be part of the Good Friday outdoor service for all the Burnaby churches later that morning at the stadium, so I had to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. Meanwhile, Jayce woke up, told mommy that spit wanted to come up from her stomach, and promply threw up on the couch. Yay, good start to Good Friday.
The rest of the family decided against attending the service (no doubt), and I went to perform my duty as one of the people directing traffic. It felt good to be outside in the fresh air, even though my tummy was gurgling something fierce. After being traffic cop for the morning, I went home. As I stepped in the house, I felt nausea hit me like a ton of feathers (bricks, feathers - a ton weighs the same). Turns out Beth wasn't feeling good either. Well, I fell in and out of consciousness throughout the day, throwing up in between. Jayce threw up close to a dozen times, poor kid. Beth bathed the kids about 4 times, did about 10 loads of laundry, threw up a bunch of times herself, and we both had difficulty sleeping for any length of time through the aching and nausea. Kylan was in a great mood.
It made me recall a story. St. Patrick was baptizing an important official in Ireland, and after the ceremony noticed that the man's foot was bleeding. When he realized that he had stabbed his staff into the official's foot during the baptism, he asked the man why he didn't cry out in pain. The man said, "I thought pain was part of the tradition."
And so it is with Good Friday. Even though it was probably the worst day of sickness our family has ever faced together, it can't help but remind me that pain is the very reason for the holiday.
Thank goodness Sunday's a comin'....
Beth cleaned him up and gave him a bath. I went back to bed, feeling woozy myself. I was to be part of the Good Friday outdoor service for all the Burnaby churches later that morning at the stadium, so I had to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. Meanwhile, Jayce woke up, told mommy that spit wanted to come up from her stomach, and promply threw up on the couch. Yay, good start to Good Friday.
The rest of the family decided against attending the service (no doubt), and I went to perform my duty as one of the people directing traffic. It felt good to be outside in the fresh air, even though my tummy was gurgling something fierce. After being traffic cop for the morning, I went home. As I stepped in the house, I felt nausea hit me like a ton of feathers (bricks, feathers - a ton weighs the same). Turns out Beth wasn't feeling good either. Well, I fell in and out of consciousness throughout the day, throwing up in between. Jayce threw up close to a dozen times, poor kid. Beth bathed the kids about 4 times, did about 10 loads of laundry, threw up a bunch of times herself, and we both had difficulty sleeping for any length of time through the aching and nausea. Kylan was in a great mood.
It made me recall a story. St. Patrick was baptizing an important official in Ireland, and after the ceremony noticed that the man's foot was bleeding. When he realized that he had stabbed his staff into the official's foot during the baptism, he asked the man why he didn't cry out in pain. The man said, "I thought pain was part of the tradition."
And so it is with Good Friday. Even though it was probably the worst day of sickness our family has ever faced together, it can't help but remind me that pain is the very reason for the holiday.
Thank goodness Sunday's a comin'....
Saturday, April 08, 2006
New Math...
Talking with some teacher friends tonight (friends who also happen to be teachers - not MY teachers personally, but they are my friends personally), the discussion veered towards the math system mantra being espoused in BC schools. It's like, "Math Ain't That Hard, So Just Suck It Up And Try Harder" or something to that effect. Anyways, studies have shown that students from other regions of the world (particularly Asia) are better equipped to handle the challenges of advanced math, because they master the basics of math (adding, subtraction, multiplication tables, etc) at an earlier stage of life. Our North American students are still counting on their fingers while the Asian kids are solving problems instantly in their heads.
This caused me to wonder aloud why we are not genetically enhancing our country's children to have more fingers at birth? Could that not be the simple answer to our continent's math woes? I mean, we can send a man to the moon, we can generate fifty times the amount of garbage as every other part of the world combined, we can make the Trailer Park Boys a cult hit... but we can't get a few more digits on a few more hands?
Wow. I'm appalled. I think it's time we all took a good long look in the mirror. Okay, that's too long [don't worry nobody will notice that zit except the hot guy/girl you like].
Back to the point at hand. I say, thumbs up for War Amps, but let's also all raise a finger for our nation's new math....
This caused me to wonder aloud why we are not genetically enhancing our country's children to have more fingers at birth? Could that not be the simple answer to our continent's math woes? I mean, we can send a man to the moon, we can generate fifty times the amount of garbage as every other part of the world combined, we can make the Trailer Park Boys a cult hit... but we can't get a few more digits on a few more hands?
Wow. I'm appalled. I think it's time we all took a good long look in the mirror. Okay, that's too long [don't worry nobody will notice that zit except the hot guy/girl you like].
Back to the point at hand. I say, thumbs up for War Amps, but let's also all raise a finger for our nation's new math....
Friday, April 07, 2006
Would You Rather... #1
