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Name: Juliet
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 2/23/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Baseball
Expertise: Basebawl, sportos, useless lyrics to songs.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/23/2003
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| Wow it's been FOREVER since I've written in my xanga, well might as well resurrect it. So much has changed in a year (which was the last time I wrote in this), it's all been for the good, and now I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I've changed a lot in my personality over the course of 365 days, some for the good, some for the bad, I have yet to decide if I'm happy with it. I'll be sure to make an update of my life soon enough (I have so much time these days).
REAL quick update:
-I'm done with grad school and my thesis for the University of Virginia! Thank god.
-I spent a school year working at Virginia Military Institute (VMI) with the lacrosse and baseball team.
-I have a newfound respect and fascination for the military
-I spent the summer with the Triple A affiliate for the Baltimore Orioles (Norfolk Tides)
-I did a TON of Americana traveling this year
-I'm back in California working with the L.A. Kings minor league hockey team (Ontario Reign)
-Still single (but entirely ok with it..for the moment)
-Still have Mellis
Everyday of my life is so interesting =)
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| So I've had this crazy thought.....if I could...would I genetically duplicate my child? I'm sitting there covering football...and we have this wide receiver..who's pretty athletic...and pretty good looking....but pretty damn ghetto, which is a shame because he is sooooo flippin hot. I had a passing thought....of how different he would be if he grew up in a different environment...he's so athletically talented...he probably would have been a great baseball player. Anyways, that led to me sitting there thinking...man, if I could genetically duplicate him and raise him, how different would he be? Would I want to have a son who technically wasn't mine genetically? Right now I think I would. Instead of talking all ghetto, raise him to speak with a non-regional dialect, start him out playing little league and to love baseball....it would be interesting to see how his life would be different. Ok random thought...which means it's time for sleep.
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| So it seems like I officially totaled my car. I'm still fighting for it, but it seems like a losing battle....the damage estimates are sitting pretty at 14,485.43, and the cutoff mark for my insurance company covering it is 14,205. =( They won't even let me pay the ~300 difference. I am so sorry to my poor car, he's taken a lot of beating, and he deserved none of that. Now to figure out how I'm going to be able to transport all my shit in my car back up to me.....
Athletic training is going....two a days isn't too bad here, we at least have this breeze and it's not as humid as Bama. I just jinxed myself. I'm digging my shoulder pack. My guys are goofy, they have jokes. There's this one kid with back problems that seems kind of serious. I'm still working on what's serious and what's not. I haven't even had time to bake cookies. Dude this day sucks. My poor car.
And I was talking about it yesterday with Jen Wallace. And I totally think that I'm going to end up back in Alabama, somewhere. It would be great to go back to UA and work there for awhile. Maybe in a couple of years. But it just seems like a great place to settle down. Virginia is fun, but I think I left my heart in Alabama.
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So that is the freaky ass praying mantis that patrolled my bed. First time I ever flipped out about a bug. But seriously, when you feel something crawling on you and see that...you would flip out too...unless you're buddhist.
Today was much better. Everyday I become more and more confidant in my skills. For the first time in my athletic training career I am dying to take over. I crave the hands-on learning. I jumped in and took over rehab and treatments for ankles and back (something I'm way scared of). I'm surprised at my ability to think out of the box now that I have less restrictions. I understand deidre's motto of (mind of a leader but hands of a servant). I even had one of the staff people say when she didn't think I was listening that I had "a lot of great and creative ideas". I'm also keeping one step ahead of the head athletic trainer, I'm batting 1000 for having whatever he needed done already done (can you write up an injury report on...? already did it. can you think of and show .... some rehab stuff he can do? did it this morning, etc.)
Another...."well at Alabama...." moment. Now I know why Deidre was so anal about the cow's spouts always being pulled back and placed standing up in their holders. Our guys leave them hanging down, and it's a pain to have them dragging when you're trying to wheel em here and there. Oh well..
I love the mess hall food, it's kind of a limited burke hall, but he food is just as decent. I miss the olives that we had at the salad bar tho. And I understand why sarah always got that freaky looking orange salad dressing, it's soooo good. Also, I make a root beer float at least once a day (my own treat) since the dessert bar is disappointing (chocolate cake or pudding....sick of it already). One of the football players noticed how I always got a float so he made me one, it was sweet. It's weird that 1/3 of these guys are my age or less than a year younger.....
I need to meet up with the lacrosse coaches sometime this week. I'm excited but kind of nervous since it's a sport I never worked and I keep thinking and imagining that I'm going to have a bunch of dislocated elbow, compound wrist fractures and commotio cordis or whatever. Tell next time....
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| VMI Football Two-A-Days. Hell...VMI athletic training. So different. I'm sure I bitched about the way things were done with Alabama football...but..man...it's way different. While we did baby our Bama athletes, these guys get none of that at all. They make their own ice bags, hell, if it's a lower extremity, they flexiwrap themselves. They make their own heel and lace pads. Hotpacks, they grab em themselves, put it away themselves. I had to look at a 6'5 guy's tonsils with a penlight, I hopped on a table and the head guy tells me to get off the table and make him kneel. Craziness. Whenever I try to do something for anyone 70% of the time I get a, "they can do that themselves".
I am always moving, I can't stand still to save my life. I carry a 2 bottles, one of gatorade and one with water, because it's a much more efficient way to make sure they stay hydrated (as much as we bitched about it last year).
The boys are polite and all are nice. Must be the military thing. Albeit, I know understand the different levels of athleticism. We have a ton of physically fit individuals, but naturally talented athletes...different story. I give horrible tape jobs. I am slow, and I give this guy new blisters everytime I tape his arch. I miss donut pads (we make our own) and zinc oxide for blisters, bioclusive, coverall, and powerflex.
But in general, Two-a-days are a walk in the park here. Only one practice field (turf at that, my shoes are clean), and even the coaches help pull the cows. Practices seem to be only 2 1/2 hours long. Unlike the 4 hour marathons we seem to always pull at Bama.
It's so weird going from babying the athletes (which is also my natural personality anyways) to making them do everything. Oh well..I guess it'll be different when I'm working baseball by myself. I do appreciate how in sync us student athletic trainers were. We all worked hard and I'm proud to have had that work ethic instilled into me.
Fact: I enjoy taking care of blisters and other wound care. 80% of injuries I evaluate, I think they're being pansies and aren't as bad as they make it (my only hardass mentality).
All in all..it's good. As far as VMI goes...man..this place needs air conditioning, we don't have it in our rooms, or in the training rooms, or in the mess hall, i'm perpetually sweaty. Blaaaaahh!
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