Colic.
Colic effing sucks.
House for sale.
Someone come buy it.
Exhausted.
Need more sleep.
Couldn't be happier.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Eli: A Race, er, Birth Report
Cramps. The, I have held my pregnant pee too long cramps. At least, that's what I thought it was.
Saturday, the 24th (Lil' Dude's official due date), I went to my pedicure lady. "Massage me." She agreed. It was time. There's this old wives' tale that having your feet massaged will bring on labor. I need a cut and polish anyway.
Husband and I had a relaxing afternoon. Went to bed at a decent time. At some point, that's when the cramps started.
By 5:30am, I had decided they weren't pee cramps. Still laying in bed, snuggled together, we started timing them. Seven minutes. Six minutes. Five. They were consistent. And getting closer. I said I wanted breakfast. Husband climbed in the shower. I knew a trip to the Big Biscuit would never happen. I made us a breakfast at home. One way or another, this would be our last Sunday breakfast as Eric and Courtney. We knew next Sunday we would be The Staton Family. Bittersweet.
I paged the on-call doctor. I knew it was going to be Dr. Dickhead, the OB I switched from. My own doctor called me back instead. "Well, if there's a bit of bite to them, come on in. We'll check you out. Worse case, you'll come back tonight." My terrific Dr. Lady had switched on-calls with Dr. Dickhead. AWESOME.
We arrived at the hospital just past 9am. Husband walked in holding my hand. I told the nurse, as she hooked me to a monitor, that I wasn't sure if they were real contractions. There wasn't much in my abdomen area, but my back hurt like hell. Her response: "Uh-oh." That's not good. She checked me for dilation and effacement. 2cm. Maybe 60%. Not numbers you want to hear when starting labor. I had made no progress from the previous week's OB appointment. After a quick scan over, she confirmed my back pain. Sunny side up. Straight OP. (differences here) Back Labor. Lil' Dude was kicking and squirming and giving no relief. Like a squid in my stomach.
I was told to walk. So I did. Husband and I walked the hallways. And walked. And walked. The contractions were getting stronger. And stronger. I needed to sit. Then I was hit with the WHAMMY. Pain hard enough to make tears roll from my eyes, and vomit surface in my mouth. This is the real deal. After 90 minutes of waddling, and eventually needing to stop during contractions to focus only on breathing, I was checked again. Almost 4cm, 80%. Progress, but not much. Dr. Lady decision time: Well, you're coming back tonight anyway, so why make two trips? Let's get some active labor started. We were well past inducing, now, we were augmenting. Whatever. I just want my baby!
I was moved to a room where we would remain for our stay. The pain was getting tough. Dr. Lady broke my water. It was painless. I even asked "Would this hurt?" but she was already done. I was hooked to an IV tower, and told to walk some more. I made it about 10 minutes. I was still on the no pain medication train. Barely. I agreed to Stadol. But I wanted to use the birthing ball and whirlpool tub first. I made it through one contraction on the birthing ball. Fuck the tub. Give me the narcotic. It made me itchy. ITCH-EE. I was given Benadryl. The combination of Benadryl and Stadol made me sleepy. During this time, Eric called the fams. My dad and grandma came in. I mostly remember it. I was hurting like hell. My contractions were now double peaking, something that comes with back labor. I was "sleeping" between contractions, and waking right in the peak. So, I was out for about two minutes and yelling in pain for two minutes. Effing A. I remember saying something along the lines of This Fucking Sucks. Sorry grandma.
Get me the epidural. NOW.
Eric held my hand. Well, he held still while I tried not to break his bones. I recall during a Stadol coma contraction him telling me that there are pins in that hand, and he can feel them. Sorry honey. Let me take a second to say what an amazing, huge, terrific help Eric was. He never left my side. He held my hand through every contraction. Stayed right next to me. Perfect. They kept me turned half on my side hoping to get Squid to roll over. It didn't work, but they kept me in that position.
The epidural was painless. Not that I would have felt anything besides the explosion rocking my core. All was right with the world once I had my epidural. I still felt every contraction, but had full control over my legs and could feel the "urge to poop" coming on. I wasn't numbed entirely. Exactly what I hoped for. At 3pm, the time my epidural was administered I was at a 6, and almost 90% effaced. I took a nap.
At 4pm they came in to check me again. My nurse, an angel named Shannon, told me it was time. Dr. Lady agreed. You're at a 10, 100%. Let's have a baby. You're ready to push.
Whoa. Shock waves. Can't believe it. I'm about to have a baby!
The nursery nurses came in. There was a little meconium in the fluid, so they wanted to be sure they were ready in case the Squid needed to be intibated. That was a scary thought, but I figured the best I pushed, the less likely he would be to inhale any goo.
In my birthplan I had expressly said NO to a mirror. But once I was ready to go, I asked for one. I am SO glad I did. The first couple pushes are practice really. The nurse asked if Eric could count for me. He did and did great. I did ask him to count slower. I wanted to push for as long as I could in every contraction. There wouldn't be any pushing for four hours BS here. Squid was ready. Husband did get up the guts to look in the mirror one time. It was maybe a bit much for him.
After 35 min. Shannon said STOP. STOP STOP! I panicked. I could see his head! The Dr. Lady was scurrying into her gear. I had to sit out two contractions. That was awful. I could see his hair (OMG! beautiful dark hair, just like my husband!). I reached down, I touched him. I bawled. I was moments away from mommy-hood. Gathering myself, I readied for the big transition. Here we go. I looked at Eric, he started counting.
One contraction.
Two contraction.
50 minutes of pushing. Here's your baby.
The emptying of your abdominal cavity is the craziest feeling ever. I immediately felt lighter, yet as if I would burst open. The nursery nurses looked him over. He inhaled no meconium. He was wailing. It was amazing.
Eric got to hold his hand while he got cleaned up. Then he was able to hold the Squid while the placenta delivered (no, we didn't keep it to eat it. Google that. No, don't) and my stitches were completed (2nd Degree. Not fun, but not horribly awful.).
I was then given my little bundle. Little is kind of a loose term.
Our Squid weighed in at 9lbs 1oz, and 21.5" long. The measuring tape only went to 21". The nurses had to extend the tape out to get him measured.
Ten perfect fingers (that look like Eric's).
Ten perfect toes.
Saturday, the 24th (Lil' Dude's official due date), I went to my pedicure lady. "Massage me." She agreed. It was time. There's this old wives' tale that having your feet massaged will bring on labor. I need a cut and polish anyway.
Husband and I had a relaxing afternoon. Went to bed at a decent time. At some point, that's when the cramps started.
By 5:30am, I had decided they weren't pee cramps. Still laying in bed, snuggled together, we started timing them. Seven minutes. Six minutes. Five. They were consistent. And getting closer. I said I wanted breakfast. Husband climbed in the shower. I knew a trip to the Big Biscuit would never happen. I made us a breakfast at home. One way or another, this would be our last Sunday breakfast as Eric and Courtney. We knew next Sunday we would be The Staton Family. Bittersweet.
I paged the on-call doctor. I knew it was going to be Dr. Dickhead, the OB I switched from. My own doctor called me back instead. "Well, if there's a bit of bite to them, come on in. We'll check you out. Worse case, you'll come back tonight." My terrific Dr. Lady had switched on-calls with Dr. Dickhead. AWESOME.
We arrived at the hospital just past 9am. Husband walked in holding my hand. I told the nurse, as she hooked me to a monitor, that I wasn't sure if they were real contractions. There wasn't much in my abdomen area, but my back hurt like hell. Her response: "Uh-oh." That's not good. She checked me for dilation and effacement. 2cm. Maybe 60%. Not numbers you want to hear when starting labor. I had made no progress from the previous week's OB appointment. After a quick scan over, she confirmed my back pain. Sunny side up. Straight OP. (differences here) Back Labor. Lil' Dude was kicking and squirming and giving no relief. Like a squid in my stomach.
I was told to walk. So I did. Husband and I walked the hallways. And walked. And walked. The contractions were getting stronger. And stronger. I needed to sit. Then I was hit with the WHAMMY. Pain hard enough to make tears roll from my eyes, and vomit surface in my mouth. This is the real deal. After 90 minutes of waddling, and eventually needing to stop during contractions to focus only on breathing, I was checked again. Almost 4cm, 80%. Progress, but not much. Dr. Lady decision time: Well, you're coming back tonight anyway, so why make two trips? Let's get some active labor started. We were well past inducing, now, we were augmenting. Whatever. I just want my baby!
I was moved to a room where we would remain for our stay. The pain was getting tough. Dr. Lady broke my water. It was painless. I even asked "Would this hurt?" but she was already done. I was hooked to an IV tower, and told to walk some more. I made it about 10 minutes. I was still on the no pain medication train. Barely. I agreed to Stadol. But I wanted to use the birthing ball and whirlpool tub first. I made it through one contraction on the birthing ball. Fuck the tub. Give me the narcotic. It made me itchy. ITCH-EE. I was given Benadryl. The combination of Benadryl and Stadol made me sleepy. During this time, Eric called the fams. My dad and grandma came in. I mostly remember it. I was hurting like hell. My contractions were now double peaking, something that comes with back labor. I was "sleeping" between contractions, and waking right in the peak. So, I was out for about two minutes and yelling in pain for two minutes. Effing A. I remember saying something along the lines of This Fucking Sucks. Sorry grandma.
Get me the epidural. NOW.
Eric held my hand. Well, he held still while I tried not to break his bones. I recall during a Stadol coma contraction him telling me that there are pins in that hand, and he can feel them. Sorry honey. Let me take a second to say what an amazing, huge, terrific help Eric was. He never left my side. He held my hand through every contraction. Stayed right next to me. Perfect. They kept me turned half on my side hoping to get Squid to roll over. It didn't work, but they kept me in that position.
The epidural was painless. Not that I would have felt anything besides the explosion rocking my core. All was right with the world once I had my epidural. I still felt every contraction, but had full control over my legs and could feel the "urge to poop" coming on. I wasn't numbed entirely. Exactly what I hoped for. At 3pm, the time my epidural was administered I was at a 6, and almost 90% effaced. I took a nap.
At 4pm they came in to check me again. My nurse, an angel named Shannon, told me it was time. Dr. Lady agreed. You're at a 10, 100%. Let's have a baby. You're ready to push.
Whoa. Shock waves. Can't believe it. I'm about to have a baby!
The nursery nurses came in. There was a little meconium in the fluid, so they wanted to be sure they were ready in case the Squid needed to be intibated. That was a scary thought, but I figured the best I pushed, the less likely he would be to inhale any goo.
In my birthplan I had expressly said NO to a mirror. But once I was ready to go, I asked for one. I am SO glad I did. The first couple pushes are practice really. The nurse asked if Eric could count for me. He did and did great. I did ask him to count slower. I wanted to push for as long as I could in every contraction. There wouldn't be any pushing for four hours BS here. Squid was ready. Husband did get up the guts to look in the mirror one time. It was maybe a bit much for him.
After 35 min. Shannon said STOP. STOP STOP! I panicked. I could see his head! The Dr. Lady was scurrying into her gear. I had to sit out two contractions. That was awful. I could see his hair (OMG! beautiful dark hair, just like my husband!). I reached down, I touched him. I bawled. I was moments away from mommy-hood. Gathering myself, I readied for the big transition. Here we go. I looked at Eric, he started counting.
One contraction.
Two contraction.
50 minutes of pushing. Here's your baby.
The emptying of your abdominal cavity is the craziest feeling ever. I immediately felt lighter, yet as if I would burst open. The nursery nurses looked him over. He inhaled no meconium. He was wailing. It was amazing.
Eric got to hold his hand while he got cleaned up. Then he was able to hold the Squid while the placenta delivered (no, we didn't keep it to eat it. Google that. No, don't) and my stitches were completed (2nd Degree. Not fun, but not horribly awful.).
I was then given my little bundle. Little is kind of a loose term.
Our Squid weighed in at 9lbs 1oz, and 21.5" long. The measuring tape only went to 21". The nurses had to extend the tape out to get him measured.
Ten perfect fingers (that look like Eric's).
Ten perfect toes.
I am in love.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Eviction Papers
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| Waiting for the dr at the 39 week appointment. |
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| Yes, I really am this amazing looking. |
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| Eric, waiting oh so paitiently. |
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| 37 weeks |
Well, here we are. Week 40. The end-all be all of pregnancy. Unless you go long. We're going long. Luckily, we're only going a few days.
Today, Dr Lady informed us we're still measuring big, as in currently at 42weeks (I say we- that's me, Lil Squid Dude, and Husband Dearest), and that, despite all of our best efforts to dialte and efface, we got nothin'. Dilation maybe at 2cm., and effacement is the Berlin wall. Effing A. Even that thing got taken down.
Then, she asked the magic words:
How do you feel about induction?
I didn't really have an answer. I desperately want a thru-the-hoo-ha delivery, and prefer to go no drugs. However, if the squid is growing at the rapidly expanding rate that he is, my little fatty will be too big to squeeze through these hips of mine. Thus, induction is our best chance. Inducing is scary though. The rates of c-sections do increase. But having a 9lb baby would also increase the odds of a tummy delivery. We're gonna take our chances. Dr Lady feels confident. We'll go with that.
I have an eviction notice now issued for our Lil Squid. Papers to be served Sunday 8 PM. He can leave on his own anytime he wants. However, Monday armed guards will be removing him from the premises. My grandma swears Full Moon means baby deliveries. Look at what I found today:
Full Moon Phase: 2010 Jul 26 01:38 Mon
Either way, I'm gonna be a mom soon.
Weird.
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| Professional photos courtesy Monika Herbert at MONPhotography.com |
Friday, July 16, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
23 Miles Straight Down
Either this guy is the biggest idiot ever (120,000 FEET!!!?? that's like, 23 MILES), or has the biggest balls on the face of the planet (or edge of outerspace). Here's a picture of the guy. Yes, he's kinda hot.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/skydiverplansrecordbreakingsupersonicspacejump/print
Skydiver Plans Record-Breaking Supersonic Space Jump
Zoe Macintosh
A skydiver is making progress with plans to leap from near the edge of space in a dive that would break world records and the sound barrier.
Austrian daredevil Felix Baumgartner is a step closer to attempting the feat after a series of recent high-altitude test jumps. He plans to make his ambitious jump attempt later this year.
Starting in the stratosphere at 120,000 feet above the ground, Baumgartner will leap from a capsule suspended by a helium balloon near the boundary of space.
Sponsored by the energy drink company Red Bull, Baumgartner's mission — called Red Bull Stratos — seeks to extend the "safety zone" of human atmospheric bailout last set in 1960 by diver Joe Kittinger. This limit defines the uppermost altitude a human being can safely jump from.
"Right now, the space shuttle escape system is certified to 100,000 feet," said the mission's medical director Jonathan Clark, a former NASA flight surgeon. "Why is that? Because Joe Kittinger went there. You've got a lot of companies that are vying for the role of being the commercial space transport provider for tourism, for upper atmospheric science, and so on. These systems, particularly during the test and development phase, need a potential escape system, which we may be able to help them provide with the knowledge we gain." [Graphic: Earth's Atmosphere From Top to Bottom]
Taking the leap
A team of aeronautics experts recently led Baumgartner through a week of testing meant to illuminate any possible weaknesses in his equipment and to familiarize him with the skills needed to navigate the conditions expected to assail him as soon as he opens his vessel door.
Only a few feet above ground in a capsule dangling from a crane on Sage Cheshire Aerospace test grounds in California, Baumgartner practiced exiting and stepping off his hot-air balloon. Even a slight stumble during this step could cause dangerous alterations in his in-flight position only moments later, as well as reduce his chances of actually breaking the sound barrier.
"The team anticipated that the capsule would tip forward when Felix moved his approximately 270-pound self from the seated center position of the capsule to the step-off platform on the edge of the capsule," Red Bull Stratos Aerial Strategist and Skydiving Consultant Luke Aikins told SPACE.com. "What the exercise demonstrated was that the capsule moved only about a foot, which tells us that we don't have to worry about the capsule swinging back violently when Felix steps off."
Baumgartner proceeded to practice his step-off technique from higher up by doing bungee jumps while wearing a pressurized spacesuit and helmet. At 200 feet above ground in an abandoned fairground, the setting was a far cry from a high-altitude jump, but mimicked the sensation of trying to achieve the necessary forward rotation, said mission technical director Art Thompson. After a few leaps, one team member described Baumgartner's performance as "perfect."
"We still have an unknown, which is what happens to my body when I break the speed of sound, but at least we're going to know that I'm able to handle the step-off," Baumgartner said.
Improved equipment
Lastly, the pilot passed several high altitude test dives at 26,000 feet over the desert in Perris, California. Thanks to a new chest pack aligned to one side of his body, Baumgartner exhibited a harmonious passage compared to previous trials a year earlier.
The previous chest pack had jammed his helmet, blocked his vision and constrained his movement during descent and the critical landing.
During the recent tests, body positions and suit deflation went well enough that the team accomplished all of its objectives.
Dive to death
No simple showman, Baumgartner wondered if the dangerous pioneering mission would mean his own death.
"My biggest concern is that dangerous part of the project which we just haven't thought of," Baumgartner said in a statement. "We try to think of every contingency, but there's always going to be something that you would never imagine could happen. And that might kill you."
The possibility has proved daunting enough to impact his decision to invite his own mother to watch the dive.
"If everything is successful, I would love to have her on site, because the first person that I would want to talk with is my mom, of course," he said. "But if something goes wrong, I definitely don't want my mum on site, because I don't want her to witness a fatality. So I still haven't made up my mind."
According to a press officer for Red Bull, the actual experiment will take place somewhere in North America in 2010. Along with a range of experts and test pilots, mentor and former record-setter Joe Kittinger will also be present.
So, homeboy's estimated freefall time will be just over 5 min, 30 seconds. I google's some pictures of Joe Kittinger's jumps, and well, it just looks like a bad idea.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Come Swim In My Meet!!!!!!
2nd Annual YMCA of Greater Kansas City
Masters Summer Sizzler
Vivion Road Family YMCA
Kansas City, Missouri
Saturday, July 17, 2010
HOSTED BY: Vivion Road Family YMCA and the YMCA of Greater Kansas City
LOCATION: Outdoor pool area at Vivion Road Family YMCA
FACILITY: POOL Outdoor 50 meter by 25-yard pool, offering 6 lanes
of long course competition and 2 lanes of warm-ups.
TIMING Manual stop watch timing and back up will be used.
RULES: 2010 United States Masters Swimming rules will govern the meet.
OFFICIALS: Meet Directors: Sara Garrett and Courtney Staton
WARM-UP AND
START TIMES: Saturday morning warm-ups at 7:00am with competition beginning at 8:10
am. Two lanes of 50 LCM pool will be available for warm-ups immediately
before and after each event. Indoor pool will not be available to meet
participants. All times are Central Standard Time.
SAFETY: In the interest of safety and accident prevention, spectators, coaches and
swimmers are asked to observe all posted pool rules and to conduct
themselves in a safe manner.
ELIGIBILITY: Swimmers are not required to be registered with USMS or YUSA
Swimming. This is an open, non-sanctioned event.
ENTRIES: Swimmers may enter up to six individual events. Please note, events may
be run back to back. Breaks will be given between events if time is
available. Bring volunteer, receive 20% off. Volunteer must be available at
warm ups and stay through entire meet.
ENTRY FEES: YMCA Members: $20 up to four events. $5.00 charge for each additional
event up to six events. Community Members: $30 up to four events.
$5.00 charge for each additional event up to six events.
Make checks payable to: YMCA of Greater Kansas City and mail with
entry packet.
ENTRY LIMIT: Swimmers may enter a maximum of 6 events.
DECK ENTRIES: Deck entries will be accepted at the discretion of the meet directors at an
additional $5.00 charge. Deck entries will not be seeded with an entry
time. Deck entries will be seeded as “NT”.
ENTRY DEADLINE: Pre-registration is due by Wednesday, July 7, 2010 for discounted shirt
offer. Entry forms, release waiver and entry fees are due to meet director
by Monday, July 12, 2010 at 11:00 pm. All entries received after this
deadline will be deemed “Deck Entry” and may be entered with “NT” for an
additional charge.
EVENT SHIRTS: Cost of event shirts is $6.00 with pre-registration. If registered after July 7,
2010, cost of shirt is $12.00. An order form is included with entry sheet.
MAIL ENTRIES TO: Email entries to saragarrett@kansascityymca.org
Mail to:
Vivion Road Family YMCA
ATTN: Sara Garrett, Meet Director
1101 NE 47th Street
Kansas City, MO 64116
816.453.6600
SEEDING: All events are timed finals and will be seeded according to all applicable
YUSA Swimming rules. Seed times will be times entered on the entry
form. Entries with no time (NT) will be seeded by random draw.
Notification of scratches will be appreciated in case lanes are needed for
late entries.
Events will be swam co-ed and mixed age groups for purpose of seeding.
Awards will be given based on gender and age group.
The 800 Free, 400 IM and 400 Free will be seeded fast to slow and
combined if necessary to expedite the meet. We reserve the right to limit
any event as necessary due to the session limitations. The courses and
events will be split or combined at the discretion of the meet referee in the
interest of running the most efficient meet.
Times entered shall be in Long Course Meters. If no LCM time available,
please refer to:
http://www.swimmingworldmagazine.com/results/conversions.asp
SCRATCHES: All scratches should be submitted to the timing table as soon as possible
to provide lanes for possible late entries.
AWARDS: Awards will be given to top three finishers in each age group
category for both genders. Age groups are as follows: 18-29, 30-39,
40-49, 50-59, 60 +. Awards ceremony will take place at TBA.
SCORING: There will be no team scoring.
SWIMMERS
MEETING: A swimmers meeting will be held at 8:00am prior to the start of the
meet.
CONCESSIONS: There will be a concession area provided in the spectator area. Heat
sheets and t-shirts will also be for sale in this area.
Order of Events
1 400m Indiv. Medley 8 100m Freestyle
2 200m Freestyle 9 100m Backstroke
3 100m Breastroke 10 50m Butterfly
4 50m Backstroke 11 200m Indiv. Medley
5 100m Butterfly 12 50m Freestyle
6 400m Freestyle 13 800m Freestyle
7 50m Breastroke
Masters Summer Sizzler
Vivion Road Family YMCA
Kansas City, Missouri
Saturday, July 17, 2010
HOSTED BY: Vivion Road Family YMCA and the YMCA of Greater Kansas City
LOCATION: Outdoor pool area at Vivion Road Family YMCA
FACILITY: POOL Outdoor 50 meter by 25-yard pool, offering 6 lanes
of long course competition and 2 lanes of warm-ups.
TIMING Manual stop watch timing and back up will be used.
RULES: 2010 United States Masters Swimming rules will govern the meet.
OFFICIALS: Meet Directors: Sara Garrett and Courtney Staton
WARM-UP AND
START TIMES: Saturday morning warm-ups at 7:00am with competition beginning at 8:10
am. Two lanes of 50 LCM pool will be available for warm-ups immediately
before and after each event. Indoor pool will not be available to meet
participants. All times are Central Standard Time.
SAFETY: In the interest of safety and accident prevention, spectators, coaches and
swimmers are asked to observe all posted pool rules and to conduct
themselves in a safe manner.
ELIGIBILITY: Swimmers are not required to be registered with USMS or YUSA
Swimming. This is an open, non-sanctioned event.
ENTRIES: Swimmers may enter up to six individual events. Please note, events may
be run back to back. Breaks will be given between events if time is
available. Bring volunteer, receive 20% off. Volunteer must be available at
warm ups and stay through entire meet.
ENTRY FEES: YMCA Members: $20 up to four events. $5.00 charge for each additional
event up to six events. Community Members: $30 up to four events.
$5.00 charge for each additional event up to six events.
Make checks payable to: YMCA of Greater Kansas City and mail with
entry packet.
ENTRY LIMIT: Swimmers may enter a maximum of 6 events.
DECK ENTRIES: Deck entries will be accepted at the discretion of the meet directors at an
additional $5.00 charge. Deck entries will not be seeded with an entry
time. Deck entries will be seeded as “NT”.
ENTRY DEADLINE: Pre-registration is due by Wednesday, July 7, 2010 for discounted shirt
offer. Entry forms, release waiver and entry fees are due to meet director
by Monday, July 12, 2010 at 11:00 pm. All entries received after this
deadline will be deemed “Deck Entry” and may be entered with “NT” for an
additional charge.
EVENT SHIRTS: Cost of event shirts is $6.00 with pre-registration. If registered after July 7,
2010, cost of shirt is $12.00. An order form is included with entry sheet.
MAIL ENTRIES TO: Email entries to saragarrett@kansascityymca.org
Mail to:
Vivion Road Family YMCA
ATTN: Sara Garrett, Meet Director
1101 NE 47th Street
Kansas City, MO 64116
816.453.6600
SEEDING: All events are timed finals and will be seeded according to all applicable
YUSA Swimming rules. Seed times will be times entered on the entry
form. Entries with no time (NT) will be seeded by random draw.
Notification of scratches will be appreciated in case lanes are needed for
late entries.
Events will be swam co-ed and mixed age groups for purpose of seeding.
Awards will be given based on gender and age group.
The 800 Free, 400 IM and 400 Free will be seeded fast to slow and
combined if necessary to expedite the meet. We reserve the right to limit
any event as necessary due to the session limitations. The courses and
events will be split or combined at the discretion of the meet referee in the
interest of running the most efficient meet.
Times entered shall be in Long Course Meters. If no LCM time available,
please refer to:
http://www.swimmingworldmagazine.com/results/conversions.asp
SCRATCHES: All scratches should be submitted to the timing table as soon as possible
to provide lanes for possible late entries.
AWARDS: Awards will be given to top three finishers in each age group
category for both genders. Age groups are as follows: 18-29, 30-39,
40-49, 50-59, 60 +. Awards ceremony will take place at TBA.
SCORING: There will be no team scoring.
SWIMMERS
MEETING: A swimmers meeting will be held at 8:00am prior to the start of the
meet.
CONCESSIONS: There will be a concession area provided in the spectator area. Heat
sheets and t-shirts will also be for sale in this area.
Order of Events
1 400m Indiv. Medley 8 100m Freestyle
2 200m Freestyle 9 100m Backstroke
3 100m Breastroke 10 50m Butterfly
4 50m Backstroke 11 200m Indiv. Medley
5 100m Butterfly 12 50m Freestyle
6 400m Freestyle 13 800m Freestyle
7 50m Breastroke
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Crown of Favor
I don't often speak of my views on religion, because, honestly, I'm not sure what they are. I know I believe in God, and I pray every night when I fall asleep. I usually ask for strength in regards to whatever troubles I have, pray for my friends and family whose troubles out number mine, and always thank Him for the wonderful things, blessings, in my life.
My mother was raised in the strict Catholic family, which to some extenct, back fired on here. My father's background is Christian based, but really, that's about all I know. I was left somewhere in the middle.
I haven't attended a church service or mass in years, minus weddings and funerals. Usually, when I see someone preaching on television, I become annoyed. There's been one televangilist whom particulary irritates me. I have been so turned off by his appearance and mannerisims, I would always scoff and change the channel.
Not long ago, I turned on the TV and walked away, listening to the backgrounds. The minister, Joel Osteen, carried on. I don't know if it's coincidence I'm up early on Sunday mornings, or if I've started doing it on purpose, but I've started to catch many of his sermons.
Today, the message is on daring to call yourself what you are, before it happens. Osteen is discussing how a person needs to act like the person they want to be, even if they haven't achieved it yet. There's much talk of a Crown of Favor. Something that God has given all of us. We're already in His favor, we don't need to sit around waiting for favor to fall upon us.
And why should we?
If I want to be succesful in a career, I have to tell myself *I AM* successful. Not I will be. Afterall, what's the difference in the am and will? Only the space in your mind. Osteen discusses those with addictions- some day, wishing, hoping, praying to be free. Instead, these people need to say to themselves, I AM free of my addicition. I have overcome.
Even if they haven't.
Even when it's a struggle. You're beat up, down trodden, and feeling low. You hope to have blessings in your life. You ask God for His favor. You think some day things will change. God has already made the change, He has presented you in His favor, now it's time for you to accept them. Claim the changes. Claim the blessings. Your name is already on it, come and get it.
It's the difference of One Day to I Am.
What Crown of Favor will you wear today? What can you do right now to make yourself in a better light? Instead of sitting around today telling myself "I'm going to be fit, I'm going to be beautiful, I'm going to be wealthy," I can tell myself that I AM all of these things.
It's the power of believing.
What can you believe? What can you be?
My mother was raised in the strict Catholic family, which to some extenct, back fired on here. My father's background is Christian based, but really, that's about all I know. I was left somewhere in the middle.
I haven't attended a church service or mass in years, minus weddings and funerals. Usually, when I see someone preaching on television, I become annoyed. There's been one televangilist whom particulary irritates me. I have been so turned off by his appearance and mannerisims, I would always scoff and change the channel.
Not long ago, I turned on the TV and walked away, listening to the backgrounds. The minister, Joel Osteen, carried on. I don't know if it's coincidence I'm up early on Sunday mornings, or if I've started doing it on purpose, but I've started to catch many of his sermons.
Today, the message is on daring to call yourself what you are, before it happens. Osteen is discussing how a person needs to act like the person they want to be, even if they haven't achieved it yet. There's much talk of a Crown of Favor. Something that God has given all of us. We're already in His favor, we don't need to sit around waiting for favor to fall upon us.
And why should we?
If I want to be succesful in a career, I have to tell myself *I AM* successful. Not I will be. Afterall, what's the difference in the am and will? Only the space in your mind. Osteen discusses those with addictions- some day, wishing, hoping, praying to be free. Instead, these people need to say to themselves, I AM free of my addicition. I have overcome.
Even if they haven't.
Even when it's a struggle. You're beat up, down trodden, and feeling low. You hope to have blessings in your life. You ask God for His favor. You think some day things will change. God has already made the change, He has presented you in His favor, now it's time for you to accept them. Claim the changes. Claim the blessings. Your name is already on it, come and get it.
It's the difference of One Day to I Am.
What Crown of Favor will you wear today? What can you do right now to make yourself in a better light? Instead of sitting around today telling myself "I'm going to be fit, I'm going to be beautiful, I'm going to be wealthy," I can tell myself that I AM all of these things.
It's the power of believing.
What can you believe? What can you be?
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