First snow day as a teacher. It was announced a few hours ago. Trust me, I love my kids. However, I’m blessed to be given one more day of recovery from the fall before going back to school. Mentally I need it.

Additionally, my parents amaze me. They braved the weather, came to our house, shoveled our drive, thawed out the cars, and cooked meals for us. Jim fell on the ice while shoveling, I nearly cried, just because seeing family doing work for my sake was humbling at the least.

I don’t deserve a life like this. I am blessed beyond reason.


Mobile Minutes: Snow Day

Incredibly, the day before Christmas Break was to begin, I witnessed an email and a phone call informing me that I was to experience my first snow day from the school.


It snowed.


I worked out.


I rocked out with my amazing, growing church family.


I celebrated the one year anniversary of Rock & Run Brewery.


I dined on some incredible wings.

Snow days are beautiful…


O: Boiling Over

It finally happened.

I completely, stupidly, inexcusably lost my cool tonight.

I think I’ve stated before that for quite some time I’ve had to work on controlling my anger. As a youth I would lose my temper in a moments notice and would follow that by making horrible, poor choices on my reaction. Taking a toll on myself, and my faith.

Tonight feels like square one.

I said that this site would be open and honest; both positive and negative. I know lately that it seems more doom and gloom than anything else, but that’s because I can feel myself being worked over more and more these past few weeks. I’m struggling to stay faithful, to hold onto hope, and not be the stubborn Hebrew out in the desert.

My girlfriends mom heading to the hospital added some stress a while back. It would anyone; nothing like what my girlfriend experienced, but my job is to protect; there’s stress that comes with that. Additionally I got taken through the ringer by a relative of hers while I was at the hospital. I’m sure it started as good fun, but when they learned that I was divorced…it was humiliating. I felt absolutely worthless and dirty. It felt like a two year flash back and by the time it was done [my girlfriend removed me from the waiting room] I was shaking because I was so angry. No immediate reaction, but I was so angry. Angry at myself, the man who stated the harsh things, but primarily…I was just mad because the things stated had some truth to them.

The transmission went out in my company car while I was working. Causing my store list to get delayed; factor in not one, but two winter storms on top of that and I was working all the way to the end of the month. As the individual who doesn’t feel worthy of the job I have, it’s like stepping on pins as it is. Completely screwing up a month of evaluations because of the selfish time off I took starting in February…it’s humiliating and causes me for concern. I’m terrified of my boss, and I’d never want to make the company look bad. Between the car and the store list; I did some stupid damage, and I hate the sensation of disappointment. Such as, “Yep, that kid doesn’t have what it takes to be in this position.” It’s a daily fear of mine whether people believe it or not.

Sprinkle in the past three weeks at MoVal being about marriage, and how you should go about it in a Godly, Biblical way…it’s great. The entire three part sermon was amazing. Bluntly though, I walked out feeling disappointed in myself. Perhaps that’s a pride issue? I’m not sure, but the long lasting effects from a divorce, at least in this soul, has been troublesome. Talking about marriage, God, faith, and the mixture of the three in this perfect harmony of  ‘one flesh’ hurts simply because I damaged it. I didn’t follow through. I didn’t follow up with the promise my ex-wife and I made before family, friends, and God. I failed. Being reminded of that three weeks in a row; it really adds up.

Let’s go ahead and add the list of bills that continues to grow each month, the student loans that’ll take twenty years to pay back [at least], and making sure that I have enough for rent, electricity, food, gas [for meetings with my businesses when I’m not working with Subway], and that’s another stressful monster in itself.

Finally, soccer. There are things that I’ve posted in this site about being stressed that have brought about some scrutiny from people within our organization. The reality is; I’m stressed. I’m not stressed because I’m taking on too much. I’m stressed because I’m working around the clock to get things taken care of, looking good in the social media world [though some errors along those lines were made this month as well], and then trying to sleep with the notion that:

  • Some people in this world want you to fail. It’s a sad, harsh reality, but very true.
  • Some people have a hard time respecting you when you fail to lead, when you fail to follow through, and you fail to stand up for yourself.

As I said above, I’ve worked very hard these past two years, working on controlling my anger and not lashing out at anyone. I don’t believe that it is worth it. It’s a waste of energy to scream, yell, and attempt to look ‘macho’. It’s hard feeling like you’re under trial 24/7. Additionally, along the footy lines there are other things in the workings; they’re some very large projects that I’m excited about, but have taken some serious tolls. We’ve come across hurdle, after hurdle, after hurdle, and it isn’t easy [‘no one said it would be’, I know, I know] and that just piles on as well.

Also, as of two days ago; I’m sick. For the third time since December and that is a new record for me. My immune system is giving up, wearing out, and throwing in the towel. Now I’m just having to use the towel to blow my nose.

Much of this brings us to tonight. After a business meeting all day with Subway [including a CX debate with myself against my boss] I stopped in to get some coffee before heading home to crash, after I had spent a few hours talking to MC about…well…life.

First, a man who was very intoxicated came in. There are four girls working in the store, one of which was my girlfriend. So, I stayed in the store for an extra two hours. Later it was learned that he had been picked up by the city police after his two visits within the store. Uncomfortable to say the least…and stressful.

Secondly, and this is all on me. I want everyone to know that what I’m getting ready to say is 100% my fault, and no one else. There was a moment when an individual promptly parked at the front of the store, the passenger got out and went in to get some coffee. I made a rude comment about the individuals parking job [as the vehicle did ride onto the curb…for fun]. One way or another that message found its way to the driver. I know this because as I went out to get into the ‘gokart’ [name for the Mazda2 rental car] the vehicle came speeding by me sprayed me with slush, rocks, and snow and sped off into the parking lot.

I lost it.

Completely lost it.

I stormed back into the store, spoke very harshly about what had just happened and stormed out and went home [at the moment I would have rather chased the vehicle through the city].

I made a scene in the coffee shop.

I made a scene in front of my girlfriend.

I raised my voice.

My anger boiled over.

I yelled in the phone.

I yelled in the car.

I just yelled.

I’ve since apologized to my girlfriend, but it doesn’t take back the action that I’ve displayed. I don’t have an excuse, though I wish the paragraphs above could justify my need to exert such anger. Realistically though; they don’t. Life is rough, Satan is working on me hard…and tonight I failed.

The best thing I can say, and I’m getting some serious rest after this, is to those that I’ve directly and indirectly drove up the wall in recent weeks; from work, soccer, family, friends, and everyone else in between. I’m sorry.

I’m just sorry.


Mobile Minutes: 0%


There, I got that out of the way.

Truly feels like I’m batting an average of 0% today, even with the crazy snow.

My stores were closed today; except for one. I traversed fifty miles in the storm to get to that store; it was a nightmare getting there [store was fine]. Couldn’t believe the other stores were closed; I mean, yes, it snowed, but it wasn’t 20″+ or anything stupid like that.

Gym closed before I got there. Screwed up that workout.

Missed a phone call for work due to the gym being closed. Now I only have tomorrow to get that phone call in.

Add that in with some dialogues I’ve had today on other assorted items and I’m just frustrated.


Mobile Minutes: Closing Early

It’s Monday. This is a fact.
I’ve logged 100 miles so far, and finished one store. Went to my second, in the heart of KC…

…it is already closed due to the impending storm.

Now what? That was my last store in Kansas City.
Now I’m traveling another 100 miles north to get to two other stores.
Total it looks like a twelve hour, three hundred mile day.


Mobile Minutes: Snow Storm II

Here’s how it works with my job [in order to obtain the coveted bonus]:

I have to have all of my stores completed by the 25th of each month. That’s it. That’s all I have to do.

Things tend to go pretty smoothly; until this month. I had a ‘spare’ day I could use in the event of an emergency this month, and work through the weekend and I’d be good to wrap up on the 25th.

Then the transmission went out on the Nissan; that cost me a day. No big deal, used my free day.

Then the snowstorm hit the next day; of which I was on the phone with my supervisor trying to figure out how I was going to get out of my parking lot at the apartment. It failed.

So, now I”m working through the weekend, I have extended days to get my stores done, and what do I learn about Monday?

Another snow storm.

I get it; this stuff happens, whatever, but seriously…why on the month with only 28 days? [we have to have stores finished for the corporate office at the end of the month, no exceptions].

O: Glorious Goal

I can’t even properly describe today. It’s one of those ‘flashbulb memories’ that you never forget; ever. It ranges up there with proposals, weddings, and the birth of ones children. Yes, it is that vital and it is that important.



Imagine the scene:

You’ve been running through the city for most of the morning. Typing up some papers, going to bank, and handling phone calls left and right. Sounds like a typical day, it’s winter; the snow from the last storm is on the ground and the city hums at its usual post-Christmas tune.

You move after the last stop light and hit the highway, it’s around 2:00 PM in the afternoon. Temperature is around 30 degrees, light wind and plenty of sun. Out of the city you stroll, coming to stop at this high school that is located along the a subdivision in the middle of nowhere.

Turn the car off. Put on your gloves, and start walking towards the football field. As you head down the hill, trying not to slip on the ice, you take a panoramic shot of the surroundings.

Around thirty women on the field kicking soccer balls to each other. A table at the gate; registration for the players. The coaches are grouped in the middle of the field talking, and the camera is being set up along the top of the stadium seating.

You’re greeted at the table by the person running registration, and introduced to ASL interpreters and the EMT that is on site. You walk through the snow left on the rubber track to the midfield line of the rubberized, turf field. Your clothes? Jeans, shirt, and a thick winter coat.

The whistle blows. The coach groups up the players and tells them the instructions for the day. Your job? To literally just stand there and watch.

Minutes pass by as the field is divided into eleven players on each side, and a few standing along the sideline as substitutes. No one acknowledges the ice, snow, or anything else that could be perceived along the way.

You make mental notes of the players; knowing none of them, only recognizing them as 104, 118, 109, and the other numbers that are listed along their shirts and pants.

For two hours you just watch these players give everything they’ve got. This is their tryout, their opportunity to prove to the coaches that they deserve to be on this team. Ranging from junior colleges, to NCAA, to beyond. Every person from every walk of life with just one goal; to continue their game. There is yelling, cleats, and snow flying every which way. Finally, through sweat, ice, and everything in between the head coach blows the whistle and commends each participant. They pack up and head home; to return for another round the next day.

Yourself? You gather up some supplies from the field, walk to your car, and head to a local restaurant with some friends to have a beer, a burger, and talk the day away.

That was my day today. In February of this year the simple notion was imagined; building a women’s soccer program in Kansas City, comprising of the great people of the Great Plains. Some laughed, some were encouraged, and most were just curious.

Today though, through some of the stress that transpired in the morning, to the complete exhaustion of this evening [I’m going to bed early], it all vanished for a few hours this afternoon. I saw a coach who looked, talked, sounded, and acted like a professional coach. I saw a staff who have been stressed lately finally relaxing a bit and smiling. I saw a coaching staff walk the walk, and talk the talk. I witnessed the physical creation of the Kansas City Shock today. It was a small step, but recognizing that some of these players are going to ours in a few months, that they’re going to be the face of our franchise, that they’re going to be the ones who will be shocking the world? Incredible.

Any of you who have followed this blog for the year and some odd months that it has existed surely are somewhat amused at the continued development of this strange notion. For those who are; I think two links are in order to give you some guidance of this crazy adventure:

  • Tri-County Storm: Really, the first prototype of the entire idea of what to do in northwest Missouri; aimed directly at just a youth club in the middle of nothing.
  • #WPSLKC: From this blog actually, the initial steps of creating a program in Kansas City [several adjustments have been made since].

I suppose in the end, as I’m already starting to doze off for the night, I’m just amazed at how good God is, and how much of Him is etched throughout this entire adventure.


Mobile Minutes: Spring Rain


It’s been raining most of the day.
Not that cold, nasty, winter rain.That warm rain, the one where you feel the humidity in the air, a light, warm, southwestern breeze.
It’s that rain I lost down south, the rain that soothed my soul. The reminder of cleansing and changes of seasons.
This time last year there was over 13″ of snow on the ground. The whole area was paralyzed. Frigid temperatures, and misery for all. My diet consisted of Ramen noodles, triscuits, and whatever my ex-wife brought home from Chili’s after work. I just started back at Subway. Income was flowing in. Bills were getting paid. Change was taking place.
I just didn’t realize how much.
Now I’m sitting outside of a Starbucks, deep into the metro of Kansas City, Kansas. My wife is gone, my life is nuts, and the rain has seemed to change.
I’ve seemed to change.
Before I embark on my journey back home for the night, only to revisit these seats tomorrow; I leave not words of my own, but of a writer far greater than I:

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for anotherday! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

…I never went back.