Monday, March 29, 2010

A Random Assortment

So, this post is more a random assortment (hence, the title) than one of my more deliberate posts.

This past weekend, I made a very quick trip home to see my family. Now, I know most people hate airports but I love them just for the sheer people watching value. The strangest thing I saw on this particular trip was a girl (in her early 20s) wearing a hat that strongly resembled a stuffed bear. Really? However, this trip to the airport also made me wonder about some things...so here's a list of things in life I don't understand...

1. Spandex jeans. I feel like these pants should pick a lane, jeans or spandex, not both.

2. People who insist on resisting TSA regulations. You've had to take your shoes off to go through the security line for about 9 years now, just do it.

3. Wearing pajamas to get on a plane (or in other public places). I'm all in favor of being comfortable, but you are in public.

Well, that's about it. I kept thinking while I was there that I should write all these things down lest I should forget. However, I didn't write everything down and I did forget. Oh well.

So now to close, I will leave you will a funny athlete quote/conversation that I had last week. Bear in mind that this is a 280+ pound offensive lineman...
Athlete: Christine, I think I have anemia.
Me: What? Why do you think that?
Athlete: Because I threw up earlier and I think I liked it.
Me: That's bulemia...go outside.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Unemployed Librarian...

Today's post is going to be in honor of my friend Elizabeth, also known as The Unemployed Librarian. Yesterday, Elizabeth had the blog of the Association of College & Research Libraries dedicated to her and her blog! After responding to a post on what she would like to see on the ACRLog, the decided to not only write about the plight of unemployed librarians, but feature her blog as an example. Very cool, I think.

All that being said, you should know that my inspiration to blog came from Elizabeth. I had always thought it would be a neat idea, but had never gotten down to doing it. Then one weekend, Elizabeth came up for a visit and I took a look at her blog...and not only hers, but all the blogs she follows! So, I decided then that I would start my own. I think blogging can be a fun way to keep up with friends, write about issues concerning your profession, or do any number of other things. I don't always have something fantastically interesting to write about, but I do enjoy it.

Like Elizabeth, I decided to not have my blog be about any one thing specifically. I figured that if I narrowed the scope too much I would 1. get bored, and 2. have trouble finding things to write about. So the scope of my blog is...life, I suppose. There will be some posts involving my profession as things come up (there is one already), but it will by no means be the focus.

Anyway, the point of all this is to give Elizabeth some (more ;) ) recognition for being featured in the ACRLog yesterday! Congratulations!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Really? Laser Beams?

As with anything else, there are always myths that surround college athletics. One of these so called myths was that the field at our stadium is protected by a laser security system. I had heard things like this before and it's usually a rumor, I think, used to scare people off from trying to sneak onto the field or in to some building. Well, guess what everyone, the University of Georgia's football field is, in fact, guarded by some sort of laser grid. But luckily I was not the one who found this out...

So this morning we got to work around 8am to get ready for a practice at the stadium later in the morning. Since for some reason we have really bad luck with water, we sent one of our undergraduate students to the stadium to make sure the water was turned on so that we could fill up our coolers when we got there. Well, apparently, as he was crouched on the field checking the spigot a man came running on to the field. My student just goes back to what he was doing, totally unaware that this man was sprinting on to the field because of his very presence. After having to explain to a very disgruntled grounds crew member why he was on the field at 8:30 in the morning, they then had to explain to the policemen who had responded that it was no big deal, he was supposed to be there.

Apparently, there is a laser security system that sets off an alarm that is totally silent on the field (as to not scare off the unsuspecting athletic training student, I guess) but that goes absolutely beserk in the police station that is just down the road. Oops. I guess the moral of the story is sometimes those weird rumors about bank-heist-movie style laser security systems can actually be true.

And now...for the first ever athlete quote of the day...it's more of a short conversation but here goes, just so you know...this was a serious question:

(this is while an athlete was watching TV in the athletic training room while getting treatment)
Athlete: Why isn't basketball on TV right now?
Me: I have no idea.
Athlete: Well can you make it come on, I mean, I don't want to watch them talk.
Me: No, I cannot actually control what is being played on the channel.
Athlete: Oh.

Yep, that's about it. Tomorrow, laundry day!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Back to the Grind

Well, this past Sunday I left the nice little state of Ohio and headed back to my life in Georgia. The drive back was much less eventful because I actually followed my GPS this time. :) Since being back in Georgia I have been spending my time getting back into the swing of work and school. And I haven't written yet because I haven't done anything particularly calamitous since returning. However, while I was gone, my cat Jack, had a field day with the house. When I got home on Sunday there were no less than 4 broken glasses on the kitchen floor. You may ask how in the world that happened but it's because Jack enjoys playing in the kitchen cabinets. I keep him out of there as much as possible but the doors don't latch properly and he's a very sneaky little cat.

Also since I've been home I've eaten little else than pasta with butter. I found while in Ohio that I didn't mind cooking so much, but it's really hard to motivate myself to cook a whole meal for just me. However, I could really go for a Pizza Quiche thing right about now. Maybe I'll whip one up this weekend, and try not to spill it on the floor this time. :)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Pizza Quiche Thing

As promised, I attempted to cook a real meal on my own on Tuesday. I copped out a little by deciding to make this pizza quiche thing (Pepperoni Pizza Pie) so all I had to do was mix ingredients and put them in the oven. So around noon I joined the rest of the housewives of Dayton at Kroger to get all my ingredients. Now, I had also decided to surprise Manny by making some guacamole dip. The day before we had gone to Kroger to buy stuff to make fajitas and could not find guacamole dip anywhere. Seriously? Anyway, so finally, ingredients in hand I headed back to the house.
Since I have little else to do this week than pretend to be a housewife, I decided to go ahead and make the guacamole dip and make the inside of the quiche and I’d just stick it in the fridge until he got home. Surprisingly, as I am generally a disaster in the kitchen, this all went very well. I peeled the avocado without gouging it too badly and mixed all this stuff for the quiche. My only faux pas here was misunderstanding the use of the word “blend” in the instructions for the guacamole and I tried to use an actual blender. Well thank the Lord I had the lid on the thing or there would have been avocado on the ceiling. I finally got it sorted out and put my guacamole dip and quiche in the refrigerator and went to watch a movie.
When he got home we ran all over the place looking at fish stuff and bicycle stuff (he has lots of hobbies :) ) and when we finally got home we were starved but still had to wait 45 minutes for my quiche thing to cook. So while he’s putting his new gadgets on his bike, I went to the kitchen to put together dinner. I had stored the quiche inside this awesome glass mixing bowl that has a lid on it, perfect right? However, the lid fits really snugly. Well, I finally get the damn thing off and spill about 1/3 of the contents on the floor/wall/cabinets/myself in the process. Sigh. Well, we went ahead and made the thing as planned with the remaining quiche contents and it actually turned out great. It’s a good thing it did because before that I was refusing to ever cook again. :)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Susie Homewrecker

As most anyone who knows me will tell you, I am not the most domesticated of women. I can change a car battery, ride a horse, wither football players with a single glance, and even install my own window AC unit...but please do not ask me to cook. One part of this whole domestication thing I’m actually fairly decent at is cleaning. So I decided to put that to work this week while my boyfriend slaves away at work all day. When I got here his bedroom floor was like one giant laundry basket. In his defense, he just got back from a 6 month deployment, moved into a new apartment, and was there only a week or so before leaving to visit family and friends (and me!) and then was back just a week or so from that adventure before I got here. Anyway, his fault or not, the room was sort of a disaster. This past weekend we bought some shelves and such to help with the organizing so I figured that while he was at work I’d put myself to some use and clean this place up!
So after my honey left for work and after a two hour nap on the couch and after a trip to Target...I finally set to work. I washed, hung, folded, and organized. The bulk of the work was in the clothes. I had to figure out which piles of clothes were clean, which piles were dirty, and which were a combination of the two. Also among the piles of clothes were random items of trash and importance alike. I attempted to sort and put away the things of importance while throwing the trash in various trash bags to be thrown out later. As I’m cleaning out the closet, I come across a trash bag that after a quick glance inside looks like the discarded wrappings of various electronics accessories. So I continue on my tornado-like cleaning path right on through the afternoon.
When he gets home I am just so proud of all my work that I drag him upstairs so he can see just how neatly I’ve organized everything from his undershirts (work separated from regular! and folded!) to his spare linens (by spare linen I mean spare blanket). He is not quite as excited as I am about it, but he’s a guy, what can you expect. :) As we head back downstairs, and I’m still jabbering in his ear about all the clutter I’ve gotten rid of and how he should get baskets and bins to be even more organized (an idea which he flatly refused, real men don’t need organizing bins), he asks whether I found a plastic bag on the floor of the closet and where I’ve put it. Oh, well of course, I’ve thrown it away, it was just trash right? Nope, not even close. So after some frantic banter about what was in the bag, I run out to search the dumpster for this bag...yep, classy, I know. So I find it and come in, head drooping, bag in hand and sit down with him to see just what I’ve thrown away. Camera charger, camera cords, headphones, a screwdriver, some other tool, and oh yes, a digital camera. Sigh. I’ve struck again. This is what I get for trying to be domestic for the day. At least we saved what was in the bag, but tonight I’m cooking...on my own...bahahahaha (evil laugh). I’ll write next time about the chaos that is sure to ensue.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Calamity Christine

Very often when I travel, chaos ensues. I’m not sure why this is. But I have been stuck in an airport line for 25 minutes behind a concert cellist trying to carry-on her 7 ft. tall cello, have been stuck in an elevator in the basement of Termini Train Station in Rome, and have gotten lost on a drive to an airport I had been to no less than 10 times. My recent drive to Ohio was no different. I’m spending my Spring Break in Ohio visiting my boyfriend. I’ve driven up here once before and I remember it being a long grueling drive. So, I decided that this time I was going to outsmart my GPS (you know, that thing that has no less than 6 satellites to talk to in order to figure out where we’re going) and shorten this drive. So I got on Google Maps and planned my own route. I typed in my start and finish locations and then zoomed in and started moving that little purple line all over the place in order to ensure the “quickest” route. Then once in the car I told my GPS that I wanted to travel via US 441 and to keep me on that road as long as possible, as this was the route I had planned with Google Maps.

The first part of the trip went according to plan. My Google directions and GPS both set me on a course North via US 441 through Commerce, GA and headed towards North Carolina. I stopped for some Wendy’s in north Georgia and was going to soon, or so I thought, continue cruising straight North through North Carolina then Tennessee, outsmarting my silly GPS who wanted me to veer either East or West. At some point in North Carolina, US 441 splits and the Great Smoky Mountain Expressway (the suggested route) takes you around the brunt of the Great Smoky Mountains. However, as you may have guessed, when my GPS pleaded with me to take the Great Smoky Mountain Expressway (the word Expressway should have been my clue)...I said “Hell no, I’m staying on US 441 which has a nearly straight course North.”

As I’m sure you have now guessed, there was a slight flaw in my logic, if by slight you mean mountain sized flaw. US 441, after it splits, takes you directly North alright, going up and over what was certainly one of the greatest of the Great Smoky Mountains in the process. This may not seem like much of a problem at first glance. And to be truthful, the first 20 or so minutes up the mountain were lovely. It was very pretty and I even stopped to ta

ke a couple pictures (see below). However, after about 45 minutes I was just barely at the top of the mountain. Then came the hard part...getting back down the mountain. Just in case anyone was wondering, the tops of mountains are icy...very icy. For most of the trek down I went no more than 5 miles an hour and even then slipped and slid a couple times. I did not enjoy. Just as I was cursing everything from the mountain to my own hard-headedness...I was at the bottom of the mountain! I was so happy to finally get off that mountain and eager get back to something that somewhat resembled a main road. None such luck. I was happy to finally be in Tennessee but see there’s another thing about this little US 441...it goes straight through Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge, tourist hotspots of the grand ol’ state of Tennessee. Well let’s just say that on this lovely Friday afternoon, half of Tennessee was in Gatlinburg and the other half were in Pigeon Forge, effectively making traffic an absolute nightmare. A very frustrating 35 minutes later, I was finally at Interstate 40 and on my way to Dayton at a respectable speed. Moral of the story?...Just listen to the damn GPS.




Thursday, March 4, 2010

My Very First Blog

So I’ve figured out that getting this thing started is probably the hardest part. I’m very rarely at a loss for words, as my friends and family would certainly tell you, so this is particularly frustrating for me. So after many beginnings and deletions I’ve decided to dive right in…
Today’s blog is going to be about my profession. March is National Athletic Training Month, a self-proclaimed month where we, Athletic Trainers, are to promote our profession. Most of the time when I tell people that I am an athletic trainer, they respond with one of two responses:
1: Oh, cool, you can help me work out!
2: Uhhh...Oh, ok.
Now, my problem with #1 is that I am not a personal trainer. I have nothing against personal trainers, but I am not one. I am a Certified Athletic Trainer, an allied health care professional trained in the prevention, assessment, treatment, and rehabilitation of injuries and illnesses. And even though this is not in the National Athletic Trainers’ Association statement, we are also trained in emergency response, but that’s another topic for another day. (http://www.nata.org/about_AT/terminology.htm) We work mainly with physically active populations everywhere from the traditional high school and collegiate setting to industrial settings to working with the military and even the performing arts. (http://www.nata.org/about_AT/whatisat.htm)
My problem with #2 is what National Athletic Training Month is all about. Any athletic trainer who has gotten the blank stare and “Uhhh...Oh, ok” after naming their profession shares my frustration. Therefore, we have decided that for the entire month of March, we shall promote our profession. In my office we’re not doing a whole lot for National Athletic Training Month. A couple of us are excited at this opportunity to promote the profession but it is a rather concentrated effort. One girl I work with made cup cakes with all sorts of “fun facts” on post it notes stuck into the cup cakes with tooth-picks. So cute. One of my favorite fun facts was “Athletic Trainers don’t get stage fright.”
There are a lot of professions out that are under-recognized and under-appreciated who do not have their own month or day even. In fact, my boyfriend (who is in the Air Force) said, “Wait, you guys get a whole month, we only get a day.” It’s true, there is Armed Forces Day, and National Athletic Training Month, but in our defense, ours is only self-proclaimed. However, I think we as athletic trainers should take hold of this month and use it to let people know who we are and what we do and why those geeky people in khaki’s with fanny packs keep running out on the field during sporting events.
As a final note, whenever I have one, I’m going to put up an athlete quote of the day. These are all from current or former athletes and range from profound to funny to just plain odd. I hope you enjoy.