Blasted

I got blasted in the calf with a stupid soccer ball tonight at practice. It's totally going to leave a mark. I mean, you won't technically be able to see the mark because of my spray tan...but we will all know it's there. hee hee Before you assume that I was in the way, "the incident" occurred during a water break. I will forever refer to it as "the incident". Not to be confused with "The Situation in a Venti Cup." Moving on.

One little rude player was chatting and not paying attention when I was explaining a drill (said drill involved penalty kicks and keeping your hands behind your back when defending, natch) so I made him run.

That little turkey was my own child, so relax. He's got a real issue with running his mouth, which I still don't really know how to deal with. Technically I didn't make him "run", I sent him across the park to get a ball, and told him to do it quickly. See how clever that was?

Tomorrow I'm getting the dishwasher repaired. Again. It's the second new dishwasher we have had in 4 months and it is janky. Frigidaire keeps sending a repair person, then replacing the entire unit. I'm going to wear my coach's whistle and blow it at him if he takes too long.

I have stuff to do.

Smooches,
Coach Jenn