Holly Hill Lazy Pants

So I am in a good mood today but not so much of a good mood that I want to sit through my own lecture. I teach Intro to Athletic Training, there are 19 students in the class. I anticipate today to consist of me watching students fall asleep, asking dumb questions, and wondering what is going to be on the test I am giving next Tuesday only to find out I have not written it yet. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but sometimes this teaching stuff is way overrated. They are learning about Head, face, eyes, ears, nose, and throat injuries today. I got some sweet pictures on my power points to help spice things up a bit (plus I like to watch the freshman in the second row squirm), but I'd much rather just hand the slides out to the class and leave than lecture for an hour. Glad I did not go to school to be a teacher, I would have never made it.

What a day to be a Sailfish

So they finally updated my photo on my little blip on the athletics website. www.pbasailfish.com check it out, kinda cool.

Got to work on time today and have managed to accomplish nothing in the hour I have been here except balance my checkbook, listen to some Hope College Chapel music, and check my email about 5 times. Oh, how I love the lazy Friday.

I am beginning to wonder how much stress I am really under here at work. I had a dream last night that I went to the health and wellness center here at PBA and told them that I just could not take it any more, so they put me on anti-depressants, and then when I took the drugs back to the training room the athletes bombarded me and took the pills and were interigating me about it. YIKES, I think I need this lazy Friday!!!

Update on the big guy:
Greg had his phone interview yesterday. He gives himself a 7.5/10. But we are always harder on ourselves I am sure he was an 11.4/10. So now we get to wait some more to find out if he is one of the few who gets an on campus interview. We will find that out in 1-2 weeks. But, the hard part is over for now, it is out of our hands.

Officer Patterson

So proud of you Eric! Pops and Grams just look cute too. Eric is now and officer in Indianapolis, IN. All he had to do was get sprayed with mace and tazzed. Sounds fun to me, sign me up!

God's Purpose

Yesterday I was thinking a lot about God and the way he likes to do things. Sometimes I wonder what purpose he had in bringing Greg and I down here and what we are supposed to learn in all of this. As glamorous as it may seem to be in bright and shinny West Palm Beach, it is also a struggle at times to be away from family and friends and all that is familiar. Yet, I am at peace that it was God who opened all the doors for Greg and I to come here. So what is the lesson he wanted us to learn? Lean on him? Independence? To grow closer as a couple? To make a difference at PBA in the live's of my students? I think that it is when we have learned that lesson we will have doors begin to open for us elsewhere to a place we have more lessons to learn. It is only when we are listening to God and walking in his path that we can be ready for all that he has to throw at us. Sometimes I think the waiting and the listening can be just as hard as acting.

Hmmm...maybe that is what he is trying to teach us, to wait and listen, how to follow him. I have a lot of learning to do.

Prayers Por Favor

Oh, also, keep Greg in your thoughts and prayers. For his positive attitude, know the right things to say, and be the right guy for the job. Greg has a phone interview with PBA on the 18th. He is being interviewed for Communications Supervisor for Admissions. He really needs to get away from the Breakers and into a positive and Christian work environment. I think this could be a great thing for both of us! So put in a good word with the big guy for us :)

Evil Cone of Diarrhea

Here are the Cone head pictures I promised. Note the sadness in the eyes, the way she makes the cone look so heavy and cumbersome. This was before all the evening's excitement when I thought it was cute and funny enough to take pictures. She gets her sutures out on Wednesday, then we can give the poor girl a bath that she so desperately needs.

the "witness"

What could be more fun at 6am than dragging athletes out of bed and asking them to pee in a cup for you? I got to be the witness today for our drug test which means that I got to verify the sample which means I get to stand in the stall with the athlete and make sure that the pee that goes in the cup came from them. This is one of those glamorous sides of athletic training that we try not to advertise. We don't want anyone getting jealous. This is the time of year when the whole modesty thing has to get thrown out of the window and I have to ensure that the girls are not hiding another up of pee or the Wizzinator 2000 or something to taint their sample. It is crazy, talk about stage fright. We have to get the sink running, sing some songs, pee a little come back and pee some more so they get up to the line. Oh man, let's just say I am glad we don't have to do that again soon.