I got nothing today.
Roll Tide.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
The B List
Something a little different: The B List
1. Kentucky's uniforms make all the players look like smurfs. I don't really care how bad or how great your team is; there is plenty of room in the budget to buy presentable uniforms for America, BCS voters, and small children to watch. Personally, I will not allow my children to watch certain football teams with ugly uniforms in order to prevent their minds from witnessing such pathetic organization and coordination of colors (insert Oregon, Kentucky, Virginia Tech).
2. Motorcycles suck. Please refer to the horrific story of Florida DB Michael Guilford. May God bless him and his family in this unbelievably difficult time. There isn't a day I go to work without seeing or managing a patient who was involved in a motorcycle crash. The majority of the time the motorcycle does not cause the accident; instead, it is due to the surrounding cars who are unaware of their surroundings and the lack of an outer security shell to the motorcycle are what cause such devastating, and sometimes unsurvivable, injuries.
3. Alabama has a long way to go. To some Alabama fans, Nick Saban may be the second coming of Paul Bear Bryant, but there is still a lot of work to be done in Tuscaloosa. However, for the first time since Gene Stallings, Alabama fans are willing to give a coach, (i.e. Nick Saban) time to develop the program the way he sees fit. And, to be honest, I am completely okay with that.
4. Les Miles has the largest head I've quite possibly ever seen.
5. Friends are imperative. Think about your life without your friends. I'm sure you're depressed just thinking about it. Without the camaraderie and companionship, who would we lay around with all day on Saturday eating pizza and leaving permanent indentions in the couch and recliner.
6. Boom Goes The Dynamite.
7. Les Miles is the most overrated coach in football history. Yup, I said it. He is winning with players recruited by Nick Saban and his staff. If, and that's a big if, Les Miles stays at LSU, I will be very anxious to see how successful LSU is 6-7 years from now.
8. As much as I love Saturdays, I absolutely love Sundays. The feeling I get once I step into church and the sense of power and rejuvenation I feel once I walk out through the church doors cannot be felt elsewhere or under any other circumstance.
9. Texas fans suck.
10. As a newbie in the workforce, the overwhelming feeling continues to find its way to the forefront. Attempting to learn a completely new hospital system along with the personal pressures I put on myself will begin to take its toll as a week progresses.
11. Tommy Tuberville's ears are enormous. Wait. Gigantic. Yup, that comes close enough.
12. And ranked #1 in this week's DI College Football AP poll is.......Sister Mary Catherine's Institute for the Blind.
13. Why is Britney Spears still making the news? Can we please just put her out of her misery and spare the rest of us sane, semi-normal people from the madness and stupid-ness.
14. Naps are clutch. If someone tries to prove me otherwise, then you are not American.
Random? Absolutely. Greatness? No doubt.
Good day mate.
1. Kentucky's uniforms make all the players look like smurfs. I don't really care how bad or how great your team is; there is plenty of room in the budget to buy presentable uniforms for America, BCS voters, and small children to watch. Personally, I will not allow my children to watch certain football teams with ugly uniforms in order to prevent their minds from witnessing such pathetic organization and coordination of colors (insert Oregon, Kentucky, Virginia Tech).
2. Motorcycles suck. Please refer to the horrific story of Florida DB Michael Guilford. May God bless him and his family in this unbelievably difficult time. There isn't a day I go to work without seeing or managing a patient who was involved in a motorcycle crash. The majority of the time the motorcycle does not cause the accident; instead, it is due to the surrounding cars who are unaware of their surroundings and the lack of an outer security shell to the motorcycle are what cause such devastating, and sometimes unsurvivable, injuries.
3. Alabama has a long way to go. To some Alabama fans, Nick Saban may be the second coming of Paul Bear Bryant, but there is still a lot of work to be done in Tuscaloosa. However, for the first time since Gene Stallings, Alabama fans are willing to give a coach, (i.e. Nick Saban) time to develop the program the way he sees fit. And, to be honest, I am completely okay with that.
4. Les Miles has the largest head I've quite possibly ever seen.
5. Friends are imperative. Think about your life without your friends. I'm sure you're depressed just thinking about it. Without the camaraderie and companionship, who would we lay around with all day on Saturday eating pizza and leaving permanent indentions in the couch and recliner.
6. Boom Goes The Dynamite.
7. Les Miles is the most overrated coach in football history. Yup, I said it. He is winning with players recruited by Nick Saban and his staff. If, and that's a big if, Les Miles stays at LSU, I will be very anxious to see how successful LSU is 6-7 years from now.
8. As much as I love Saturdays, I absolutely love Sundays. The feeling I get once I step into church and the sense of power and rejuvenation I feel once I walk out through the church doors cannot be felt elsewhere or under any other circumstance.
9. Texas fans suck.
10. As a newbie in the workforce, the overwhelming feeling continues to find its way to the forefront. Attempting to learn a completely new hospital system along with the personal pressures I put on myself will begin to take its toll as a week progresses.
11. Tommy Tuberville's ears are enormous. Wait. Gigantic. Yup, that comes close enough.
12. And ranked #1 in this week's DI College Football AP poll is.......Sister Mary Catherine's Institute for the Blind.
13. Why is Britney Spears still making the news? Can we please just put her out of her misery and spare the rest of us sane, semi-normal people from the madness and stupid-ness.
14. Naps are clutch. If someone tries to prove me otherwise, then you are not American.
Random? Absolutely. Greatness? No doubt.
Good day mate.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Change?
If you notice, I just changed my location from Nashville, TN to Houston, TX over there on the right hand side of my blog under my about me section. This is kind of a big deal for me. Those of you who know me pretty well know the kind of relationship and connection I have with the city of Nashville. That amazing city opened my eyes to some of the amazing things in life.
I am also a person who is sometimes hesitant to change even though I love change. I absolutely love the spontaneity of something different and eclectic, which leads me off the well-beaten path. But, that risk a person takes to make a change can cause some anxiety and hesitancy. Now, I know I'm comparing life changes to changing my location on my blog, but things like this allow me to realize what kind of person I am and the person I am becoming.
In reality, I love living in a new city. Most of all, I enjoy the new challenges. Acclimating yourself to a new environment and a new culture is very challenging. Normally, when one change happens, a multitude of changes occur at the same time. So, juggling the stresses and the joys that go along with change can become exhausting at times. I do miss Nashville, but I love Houston and all it has to offer.
So, thank you for listening to my pointless rant on my inability to deal with changing my "location" on my blog; i guess it is just one of those things that makes me, well.... me.
I am also a person who is sometimes hesitant to change even though I love change. I absolutely love the spontaneity of something different and eclectic, which leads me off the well-beaten path. But, that risk a person takes to make a change can cause some anxiety and hesitancy. Now, I know I'm comparing life changes to changing my location on my blog, but things like this allow me to realize what kind of person I am and the person I am becoming.
In reality, I love living in a new city. Most of all, I enjoy the new challenges. Acclimating yourself to a new environment and a new culture is very challenging. Normally, when one change happens, a multitude of changes occur at the same time. So, juggling the stresses and the joys that go along with change can become exhausting at times. I do miss Nashville, but I love Houston and all it has to offer.
So, thank you for listening to my pointless rant on my inability to deal with changing my "location" on my blog; i guess it is just one of those things that makes me, well.... me.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Dear Yankees...why?
Even though this is college football season, I am still madly in love with the MLB postseason. Currently, I am watching the Indians/Yankees game in the top of the 5th inning with the score 6-1 Indians. I'm not quite sure what to say other than...WTF?!
As a loyal Yankees fan, I'm sick and tired of losing in the postseason. Granted, this game is far from over, but this feeling I get every time the ALDS rolls around is getting old. And what makes it worse is the fact that we have some of the best talent sucking it up night after night when we need a win the most.
Yes, I know. I am whining like a little baby. It's what we Yankee fans do best. But, Christ, can the most overpaid professional athletes on the planet produce a little more than an 0-4 night and hitting into double plays with the bases loaded? I guess I can only hope...
As for Joe Torre, Steinbrenner is a complete idiot. I have never agreed with his ultimatums and bullying tactics; they never work. And the fact that he is about to run Joe Torre out of the Yankees organization is a pure shame. Torre is quite possibly the only reason the Yankees made it to the postseason this year and he continues to find a way each year to get all of the boneheads wearing the pinstripes to pull together enough to score some runs.
Frustration doesn't quite cover it; I'm just downright pissed off. Maybe with some miracle we will win this game and possibly the series....it will take a miracle.
As a loyal Yankees fan, I'm sick and tired of losing in the postseason. Granted, this game is far from over, but this feeling I get every time the ALDS rolls around is getting old. And what makes it worse is the fact that we have some of the best talent sucking it up night after night when we need a win the most.
Yes, I know. I am whining like a little baby. It's what we Yankee fans do best. But, Christ, can the most overpaid professional athletes on the planet produce a little more than an 0-4 night and hitting into double plays with the bases loaded? I guess I can only hope...
As for Joe Torre, Steinbrenner is a complete idiot. I have never agreed with his ultimatums and bullying tactics; they never work. And the fact that he is about to run Joe Torre out of the Yankees organization is a pure shame. Torre is quite possibly the only reason the Yankees made it to the postseason this year and he continues to find a way each year to get all of the boneheads wearing the pinstripes to pull together enough to score some runs.
Frustration doesn't quite cover it; I'm just downright pissed off. Maybe with some miracle we will win this game and possibly the series....it will take a miracle.
Friday, October 5, 2007
For Your Entertainment
I'm sure most of you have already seen this video, but every time I see it, I find myself laughing hysterically. It's the weekend!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Nocturnal mammal
Tomorrow night (Thursday night), I will be pulling my first night shift in the trauma bay. In order to prepare myself, I'm forcing myself to stay up as long as possible tonight in order to sleep most of the day tomorrow. My mind keeps telling me, "it's time to sleep; I'm tired." Now, I love to sleep. People who think sleep is overrated should work more hours/week. After watching an amazing, but nerve-racking, Rice game on ESPN, I am beat-down after a long three days at work and my body is ready to crash. Back to this night shift business....
I'm not quite sure how my body will react to this sudden and dramatic change in time schedule. For certain people, jumping between day and night schedules do not throw them off kilter from their normal routine. In the trauma world, everything happens after midnight. Somehow, people morph into another being and begin to act irrationally. Theoretically, all of the learning and experience is normally acquired during the evening/night shift.
Even though the thought of throwing off my entire bodily and daily schedule makes me uneasy, I am excited beyond words for the cases I will see tomorrow night (I know, I'm a loser/dork/nerd/etc. I have come to accept this fact and I think you should to.)
I already have remarkable and unbelievable stories from all of my encounters with patients as a member of the Trauma Team; stories and injuries I could never fabricate. Every evening I come home thinking I have seen all there is to see until I arrive at work the next morning to realize that my previous experience had just been trumped.
Of course, I pray that tomorrow night is a quiet night and we will not receive any patients with critical or unsurvivable injuries; on the other hand, if an individual is in dire need of medical help, our trauma bay is the place they need and want to be.
Ready or not. Here we go.
I'm not quite sure how my body will react to this sudden and dramatic change in time schedule. For certain people, jumping between day and night schedules do not throw them off kilter from their normal routine. In the trauma world, everything happens after midnight. Somehow, people morph into another being and begin to act irrationally. Theoretically, all of the learning and experience is normally acquired during the evening/night shift.
Even though the thought of throwing off my entire bodily and daily schedule makes me uneasy, I am excited beyond words for the cases I will see tomorrow night (I know, I'm a loser/dork/nerd/etc. I have come to accept this fact and I think you should to.)
I already have remarkable and unbelievable stories from all of my encounters with patients as a member of the Trauma Team; stories and injuries I could never fabricate. Every evening I come home thinking I have seen all there is to see until I arrive at work the next morning to realize that my previous experience had just been trumped.
Of course, I pray that tomorrow night is a quiet night and we will not receive any patients with critical or unsurvivable injuries; on the other hand, if an individual is in dire need of medical help, our trauma bay is the place they need and want to be.
Ready or not. Here we go.
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