Please, not a cycle

Tim has spent the weekend and first part of this week battling the almost-flu, shooing me away whenever I get close to him with, "Don't! You'll get sick!" I spent the weekend and first part of this week laughing at him with, "If I'm going to get sick, it's already too late."
Well, now I'm sick too--frustratingly, after cleaning/disinfecting almost every surface (think: doorknobs, tables, bookshelves, windowsills . . . you get the picture) in the apartment last night. Oh well, at least my new sneeze germs will find a nice clean place to land and make their home.

Sunday School Questions

Loosely quoted questions from my 4th and 5th grade Sunday Schoolers today:

1) What do you call people who don't believe in God?

2) Why did Jesus have to be baptized if He was perfect?

3) People say that God is 3 in 1. What does that mean? How can that be?

4) Some people say that Jesus is God's Son, and some people say that He's not. Which one is right?

5) The Bible says that even calling somebody a fool is enough of a sin for the sinner to spend an eternity in Hell. In the Apostle's Creed, it says that we believe Jesus only spent three days in Hell, paying for our sins. So how could He have paid for so many sins if what that Bible says about the "fool" sin is true?

I don't remember thinking about such important things at so young an age. Are the hormones in milk not only speeding up puberty but also the mystical "age of accountability"?

Low to High to ?

At the beginning of the school year, I somewhat naively affixed my name to a coaching contract for this spring. Last year's track season was a slacker assistant coach's dream: show up on the afternoons which are convenient for you, get in a good workout and a few laughs with some kids, blow a whistle, look official, etc. So when I carefully swirled my cursive m, e's, and d on the contract this year, my vision of the season was, well, somewhat different than what 2008 RMS track has become in reality.

Due to lack of staff/interest/general giving-a-crap, I find myself no longer the girl's assistant coach. Oh no, folks, my pretty little signature has won me the grand prize of girls and boys head coach this season. (Note the aforementioned picture of the coach I was last year--my FIRST coaching position).

I held a preliminary interest meeting Friday. Roughly two hundred kids showed up.
As soon as the kids left, I freaked out, threatened refusing to coach the boys, engendered sympathy from friends, etc.

After a weekend's breather, though, I'm feeling better about this challenge. Voluntary conditioning started today after school, and only about 15 kids showed. We had a good workout, got to know each other, and left promise for the afternoons and evenings to come.

Tryouts begin Monday and are not voluntary. Whether or not I'll be stampeded by the hordes of the interest meeting, I don't know. I do know, however, that I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow afternoon.