Xanga-March 27, 2005

This is going to be a picture oriented entry, full of random stories because let's face it, nothing has happened here lately.
The other day I was driving the vet truck and there was a flock of peacocks- on the side of the road. Justin's family reunion.
We have some Olymipic level horses here right now. There is a dressage mare named Anna Karenina. She is big and seriously came with more stuff and supplies than I did when I moved here to Florida. The other horse is named Jean's Glove and she is owned by Olympic rider Leslie Howard. Now when I heard Leslie Howard, I thought of Leslie Howard as in the actor from 'Gone With The Wind' that died when his plane was shot down over Africa in World War II, not an Olympic rider. I was corrected on such a mistake. Leslie Howard, the actor:  Leslie Howard, the Olympian:
And one day, Dr. Matthews was driving because we were running late and I don't drive fast enough. We were passing cars like crazy and we came up behind a huge blue and silver truck and trailer. This isn't unusual, we are in Ocala. But as we were right behind it I saw that it said 'O'Connor Eventing Team The Plains, VA'  It was none other than DAVID O'CONNOR, Olympic gold medalist and one time owner of Martha's very own horse, Taylor! I seriously was freaking out! And then we passed him, and from what I saw at 90mph, it was David O'Connor himself driving! This is what he looks like:  With his gold medal and everything.
Finally, to complete these picture stories. I had a dream about Ludo, well, specifically Tim Ferrell  and Pmo . We were at some fair of some sort and Tim and Martha  (the one without glasses) were sharing a hot dog but it looked more like a ham sandwich . Which is weird, since both of them are vegetarians. But anyway, that was my dream. And that is all I have to share with you find folks and I hope you enjoyed the pictures! :)

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

Xanga-March 20, 2005

Everyone changed their picture, so I had to follow the crowd and do the same. I can't help that I have only lame pictures to put up and can't put up beautiful arework like Martha or pouty (but sexy) pictures of myself like Frei.
This week went on like they normally do. Yesterday was very, very busy. It included pulling a premature foal from his mother. The foal died somewhere along the line but luckily we didn't have to cut its head off while he was still inside of his mother. Seriously, we considered this. And that propted some questions from me like 'Do you only do that if the foal is dead?' and 'Do you kill the foal first or just start cutting?' The answers are no and just start cutting respectfully. Also, part of my roadie duties inclued watching horse racing for 1 1/2 hours yesterday to see if they would show on TV a race in which a horse that Dr.Matthews bred was running. They didn't but it gave me a good break in which I secretly took a nap. Also yesterday, I managed to get half of my hand torn off when a lead rope (the entire 4 foot of it) was pulled through my hand by a horse. I'm missing half a finger and have two big burns on my palm. Ouch!
Anyway, I neglected to mention my other plan if I don't get into vet school. (Thanks Frei for your sleuthing and to Martha for being sly.) I plan to audition for reality TV. I don't know what kind of shows yet. I don't really fancy any shows were I may be made to eat something that I in a different, vet school life would of been made to remove from an animal...i.e. I won't eat testicles because I was made to. Tricked into it, maybe (think Chevy Chase in Funny Farm...was that the movie's name?) I am not yet ready to get married so those 'Who Wants to Marry A....' shows won't work. My best hope (and least chance of getting onto) is The Real World. There are flaws to that show however-1) I'm not thin, tan, or blond enough, 2) I come from an area of the country that no one cares about, 3) Animal Science isn't a very exciting degree, and 4) I have both seen and respect people of other cultures, races and sexual orientations. The postives of this would be that if there were any challenges involving animals in most forms, I could probably win that for my team and I think I could pull off the nieve MidWest girl pretty well. Martha seems to have this belief though that if I was on The Real World with all of the cameras around I might be a slut. I don't know where she got that idea at all. Also, I promised I would wear a t-shirt that says either 'Sarah Frei is my friend' or 'I [heart] Sarah Frei'. Hell, I might wear that shirt anyway.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

Xanga-March 13, 2005

So, I have as usual lots of things to share. Do you people get bored of me and my ramblings? Don't tell me. I don't want my feelings to get hurt.
We now have this mare here at the ERC named Doron 5 (sounds like something from The Hitchhikers Guilde). Everytime her name is mentioned, Lisa and I break into the robot. We can't help it. Its funny. Anyway, this mare is a big bay Hanovarian and very sweet. She is a grand prix horse and seriously, when she was dropped off, we were asked if there was anyone here that could ride her to keep her in shape. Suddenly we all became five year olds at the pony rides. Alas, no one was granted this great opportunity.
Ska dancing has become the offical dance for an embryo. I charge $5 for 30 seconds and this helps the odds of us recovering an embryo. Not to mention the sight of me ska dancing is hiliarious. Thank you Justin for allowing me the opportunity to see The Aquabats and to learn how to ska dance in the first place. Party hand!
So my anger story of today-this week (Monday?) we were retaking some X-rays at one of the big farms we go to. I knew that this horse didn't particurally like having x-rays done because she had kicked at me the day before. I mentioned this and nothing was really done about it. So there I am once again with my head at kicking level and getting kicked at everytime I put the plate near her hock. Dr. Matthews was like, 'try to get the plate close without touching her' Easier said than done, because you see my friends, the hock is not flat like a table. It has knobs and bumps of bone and besides this I could not see where I was putting the plate in the first place. So try as I might to get the plate a 1/4 of an inch from her hock I kept bumping it. And she kept kicking. And I kept being told to put it close without touching. Of course, the owner was there and kept telling me the same thing. Its not easy to do! And I'm the one with my head being kicked at! It was the owner when he was telling me how to do my job that pissed me off the most. If you know how to do it so well, then you do it and get your fucking head kicked at, ass! And then I got my foot stepped on-hard. Not a good day for me at Lambholm South-http://lambholmsouth.com
Finally some sad news. We had our first mini horse baby of the year at home. Unfortunatly, it was a month early and my mom found it dead. This poor mare, Meg, has had three dead foals in a row. Mom took the baby to Mizzou to have it neocropsied to see if its abortion was its fault. Some theories from the vet to be (me) is that the mare had placentitisis-infection of her placenta and the whole deal became detached. Mom was getting ready to start Meg on antibiotics (SMZs or Bactirum) and anti-inflamatories (banamine)(Martha is a banamine junkie-haha!) to reduce the chance of this. The other theroy, which now makes more sense, is that Meg has a weak cervix that can't hold a baby past 10 months. Since Meg has done this type of thing (aborting at 10 months) three times in a row, this does make much more sense. We are still waiting on results from the vets at MU.
Good-bye from Florida!

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

Xanga-March 8, 2005

So there are lots of things that I should go into but I think that I will try to limit myself.
The law caught up with me...again! So there I was once again, booking it down this little county road in the big ass vet truck. The radar detector goes off but only beeps once or twice. I saw a locksmith truck coming at me and wondered why was the detector going off. At which point, Dr.Matthews points out that this one is real and I see a cop standing in the road waving his arms. Still I don't make any connection between the previously beeping detector and the cop in the road. I seriously thought, 'is there an accident?' Then it hit me and I humbly pulled over. The cop was still busy chewing what I am sure was a donut when he strode over from his motorcycle. At the window, he says, 'Have I pulled you over before?' I answer him that honestly I don't know because before as this time all I can think about is the badge, gun and how I am going to pay off a speeding ticket. He asks for my license and is sure that yes, he has pulled me over before. And honestly, in one Florida county how many Missouri girls are driving big ass white vet suburbans? Probably not many. So with an exasperated sigh, the same cop that pulled me over only a week and a half before says, 'I'll let you go but you really need to slow down.' Lesson learned? Yes, but it doesn't stop the fact that if I slow down too much, I risk getting hit.
I would like to lodge one complaint. The people that work here, specifically at the ERC, make fun of other people too much. The other workers--that's cool because we do it back to each other, but they make fun of clients. Sometimes I understand, people are dumb. But honestly, today there was a horse that came in and was being fed 14% sweet feed and alfalfa. Now granted this is a lot of protein for a horse that doesn't do anything but the horse was old and skinny. And who is the receptionist and this worker (not even a vet!) to say that's too much. Do they know why the horse is being fed this? No. I don't know that much about nutrition but I don't think that too much protein is a problem. If anything, its a waste of money because the horse will just pee out what they don't use. Anyway, they shouldn't make fun of clients.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

Xanga-March 4, 2005

Certain people and you know who you are are seriously threatening a friendship with me.
Back in Florida, its warmer in Missouri. I almost died on the turnpike and may of ran through a tollbooth. I paid! But does the state know that?
Addtionally, because Dave told me why he hasn't answered my calls, I guess I have to revoke his status as poopy friend of the week. Sorry I even called you that.
I miss you all already.

[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]

Xanga-March 2, 2005

Well, here I am in Missouri. I did my whole vet school interview today. All 15 minutes that will determine my entire future. While it was terrifying, I also think that it went pretty well. Frei (with flowers!), Amie and Martha were there playing backup for me. I'll spare all the awful things they asked me and suffice it to say that I still hate chemistry and hating it while I took it definiatly came back and bit me in the ass.
After my interview, I ate with Sarah Snyder and then met up with Glenn Rehn on the sidewalk. We talked and despite the fact that Glenn is only taking 6 hours this semester I think he is a pretty cool person. He gets so into these volunteer causes. I admire him for that.
Okay, I would like to lodge a complaint about my nickname in Florida. And anyone that decides to call me this name while not currently living in the trailer or working at the ERC will revoke their friendship. Don't think I am kidding. So anyway, Dr.Matthews has gone from calling me Leslie to Les to Pope. All fine and good then he broke out Lester. Okay, that's okay. But lets think of things that rhyme with Lester. Oh, wait, what about molester. So now I am Lester the Molester. However, its mostly Jose and the girls that call me this. Dr. Matthews doesn't...until that one day that he called me that on a farm! And not just called me that but yelled it across several barn alleys. Not a good thing. So I am mad about the whole nickname thing. Don't even think of calling me it.
How I plan on getting famous. In reality, the only thing I really want is walk down the red carpet in a fancy dress. So I am thinking that I need to start dating a movie star. I have some good qualities: I am smart, funny, nice to be around, easygoing, average looking so I am not highly concerned about my looks, caring and have a good smile and beautiful eyes. Also I can cook, drive a skid loader and milk cows. What more could you ask for?!? I could also kick ass on a reality show...providing its not Fear Factor. If you know anyone that is looking for someone with the above attributes, let me know.
Poop friend of the week (taking this from Justin): Dave. Because he ignores all of my e-mails and phone calls. So e-mail me bitch. Something.

[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]