Well, so Friday I went to my mail box after having taken a long nap and in the mist of that telling my boss at Hy-Vee flat out that I wasn't coming in for him and there was a big brown envelope in it. I thought (hoped) that it was from my lawyer seeing as that I still havn't got the insurance money for the car I totaled in December (luckily since then I have found out that my loan on it was paid off.). But then I noticed that it was from the vet school. Running into traffic, screaming, I knew that this big brown envelope was a good thing because last year my rejection letter was in a small white one. And sure enough, the envelope was there to tell me that in a little more than four years I will be without a doubt (unless I fail out that is): DR. LESLIE POPE D.V.M.! Of course, I think I will go by Dr. L.S. Pope D.V.M. because of my dislike for my first name. And then I might get married one day...But all that aside, I am going to be a veterinarian!
Joe came down this weekend and was greeted by my incredibly happy cries. We went to Shakesphere's for pizza and I told the cashier about getting into vet school and they announced it when my pizza was ready. Everyone else clapped too! Then I went to bed so I could milk at 4am. Saturday after milking, I came home to an empty house because Joe was being frantic about meeting my parents. We drove to DeSoto and all went well. The horses loved Joe as did I am sure my parents. I have no final word on this yet though. Then we ate at Jimmy's Steakhouse (yes, Martha and Sarah the same Jimmy's that we went to with the guys because of the 'hot' waitresses.) Then I went to bed and did the milking thing again. Sunday we checked out Goodwill and in the land of multiple ice cream places could not find one that was open that morning until we stormed Shake's (always Shakey's to me) downtown as they opened. Joe and I ate ice cream while sitting on the columns looking very cute in our matching navy hoodies both equally stolen from Joe's mom's shop.
I can't think of much else...I have been working at the farm and Hy-Vee earning the $100 I already owe the vet school.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on April 3, 2011.]
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Xanga-March 23, 2006
I want it to be noted that in the long entry before this I spelled penguins with a Q. This was not at all intentional, but simply how the word should be spelled.
So Richard is back at the dairy farm which lessens but does not clear up all of my 4 am milking shifts, at least not until after spring break. (Hy-Vee just called and despite my best attempts to be willing to pick up the phone when its them, I did not. So there!) Anyway, today, I was checking heat, which entails watching cows become lesbians, and one cow broke her leg! She was in heat so was jumping around on other cows but I wasn't really watching her when suddenly there was a loud cry (moo) and then she is falling, sitting, laying on the ground flayling her legs around. I definantly heard a loud crack at the time of the moo too. So I went and got Eric and he tried to get her up only to have her leg lay strangly underneath her. I'm pretty sure the vet came out and put her down. It was a bad deal.
Not much else is going on...Joe is coming down this weekend and I think we are going to DeSoto to meet the parents.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]
So Richard is back at the dairy farm which lessens but does not clear up all of my 4 am milking shifts, at least not until after spring break. (Hy-Vee just called and despite my best attempts to be willing to pick up the phone when its them, I did not. So there!) Anyway, today, I was checking heat, which entails watching cows become lesbians, and one cow broke her leg! She was in heat so was jumping around on other cows but I wasn't really watching her when suddenly there was a loud cry (moo) and then she is falling, sitting, laying on the ground flayling her legs around. I definantly heard a loud crack at the time of the moo too. So I went and got Eric and he tried to get her up only to have her leg lay strangly underneath her. I'm pretty sure the vet came out and put her down. It was a bad deal.
Not much else is going on...Joe is coming down this weekend and I think we are going to DeSoto to meet the parents.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Xanga-March 14, 2006
ROCKSTAR: INXS WILL BE A DVD! AND I AM BUYING IT WHEN IT IS!!! BE FOREWARNED!
I have finally figured out this lead milker thing and as I have finished my 7th (or is it 8th?) day in a row, its about time. Today, after feeding the calves, I was told that I should take the power washer to the tank room and give it a 'girl's cleaning'. I resent the fact that it was assumed that I would give it a good cleaning because I was a girl and not because I am slightly anal retentive. On Sunday, I had a milk shower. Not once but twice. I had the taste of warm, unpasturized milk in my mouth all day. Yes, milk esentally streight from the cows went into my mouth!
When we were little, my brother and I had these 1/64th scale Ertl farm sets. Getting them out was a big ordeal because we had several and again because I am slightly anal retentive, putting them back was an even bigger hassle in that I had to count everything. Anyway, in one set there is a figure carrying two buckets with jeans and a ball cap on. See the middle figure.
Anyway, in my set, I always had him feeding the pairs of white Leghorn chickens or slopping the black and white Berkshire hogs, because even plastic hogs need to be slopped. However, I have come to the realization in the past couple days that in my life he is no longer doing either of these things. He is feeding hutch calves. Yes, because in some slighly less manish way, that figure is me. One bucket is filled with calf feed and the scoop while the other is empty so I can dump the old feed into it. This is my life people. This is what I do so you can enjoy milk on your cereal in the morning. Now all this figure needs is a beat to hell red S-10 to drive around the farm.
Joe came down this weekend. He came down early on Friday and we ate at Nothing But Noodles where I tried Thai Peanut and was promptly sick to my stomach. (My new food motto: 'Stick to what you know!') We walked around town and were in bed by 9:30 or earlier (I had to milk in the AM). Saturday after I got off work, we went downtown then to the mall and then to Hy-Vee for groceries. Downtown, I found this cute store with stuff from China and Mexico. Joe and I picked out grab bags for each other. We passed the Democratic headquarters and joked about it being Glenn's hangout. Then who should appear out the door to yell at us? Glenn! We talked to him and he was his pleasant (?) self. When we got done buying groceries, it was pouring and hailing. A mad dash to the car and then home. I made Joe dinner and then I fell asleep watching March of the Penquins. I went to bed and Joe did something. I think he watched another movie. Sunday, work, more rain and Joe and I went to lunch. None of the places orginally planned for were open so we settled for Old Chicago. Joe went home between storms which was a bad idea because it took him two hours to get towards the Sedalia area, at which time they were basically saying get out of your car and lay in the ditch. He turned around and came back. Thanks to Mother Nature, Joe got a three day weekend and I was disappointed this morning when I came home from work to not find Joe sitting in my one and only chair.
When do you think it is appopriate to start dreading going to the mail box to find my vet school rejection letter? But secretly, everyone and their brother have been calling in favors for me. And random vets that come out to the dairy farm (Dr. Shultz?) ask me how my interview went. Honestly, I could care less if I get in however going to school for four more years beats trying to find a job. And after I graduate and get licensed, I am essentally guarenteed a job. I could practice vetinary medicine out of a shack as long as I have that license. On a related note, I skipped out on the vet again this week. I should just give up pretending that I am going to go each morning only to shower and fall asleep or go shopping. (Read---buy me shoes at Payless...Size 7 1/2 and they come in wide!
) (I think I need to spend less time at the mall...and try these shoes on again!)
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 15, 2011.]
I have finally figured out this lead milker thing and as I have finished my 7th (or is it 8th?) day in a row, its about time. Today, after feeding the calves, I was told that I should take the power washer to the tank room and give it a 'girl's cleaning'. I resent the fact that it was assumed that I would give it a good cleaning because I was a girl and not because I am slightly anal retentive. On Sunday, I had a milk shower. Not once but twice. I had the taste of warm, unpasturized milk in my mouth all day. Yes, milk esentally streight from the cows went into my mouth!
When we were little, my brother and I had these 1/64th scale Ertl farm sets. Getting them out was a big ordeal because we had several and again because I am slightly anal retentive, putting them back was an even bigger hassle in that I had to count everything. Anyway, in one set there is a figure carrying two buckets with jeans and a ball cap on. See the middle figure.
Anyway, in my set, I always had him feeding the pairs of white Leghorn chickens or slopping the black and white Berkshire hogs, because even plastic hogs need to be slopped. However, I have come to the realization in the past couple days that in my life he is no longer doing either of these things. He is feeding hutch calves. Yes, because in some slighly less manish way, that figure is me. One bucket is filled with calf feed and the scoop while the other is empty so I can dump the old feed into it. This is my life people. This is what I do so you can enjoy milk on your cereal in the morning. Now all this figure needs is a beat to hell red S-10 to drive around the farm.
Joe came down this weekend. He came down early on Friday and we ate at Nothing But Noodles where I tried Thai Peanut and was promptly sick to my stomach. (My new food motto: 'Stick to what you know!') We walked around town and were in bed by 9:30 or earlier (I had to milk in the AM). Saturday after I got off work, we went downtown then to the mall and then to Hy-Vee for groceries. Downtown, I found this cute store with stuff from China and Mexico. Joe and I picked out grab bags for each other. We passed the Democratic headquarters and joked about it being Glenn's hangout. Then who should appear out the door to yell at us? Glenn! We talked to him and he was his pleasant (?) self. When we got done buying groceries, it was pouring and hailing. A mad dash to the car and then home. I made Joe dinner and then I fell asleep watching March of the Penquins. I went to bed and Joe did something. I think he watched another movie. Sunday, work, more rain and Joe and I went to lunch. None of the places orginally planned for were open so we settled for Old Chicago. Joe went home between storms which was a bad idea because it took him two hours to get towards the Sedalia area, at which time they were basically saying get out of your car and lay in the ditch. He turned around and came back. Thanks to Mother Nature, Joe got a three day weekend and I was disappointed this morning when I came home from work to not find Joe sitting in my one and only chair.
When do you think it is appopriate to start dreading going to the mail box to find my vet school rejection letter? But secretly, everyone and their brother have been calling in favors for me. And random vets that come out to the dairy farm (Dr. Shultz?) ask me how my interview went. Honestly, I could care less if I get in however going to school for four more years beats trying to find a job. And after I graduate and get licensed, I am essentally guarenteed a job. I could practice vetinary medicine out of a shack as long as I have that license. On a related note, I skipped out on the vet again this week. I should just give up pretending that I am going to go each morning only to shower and fall asleep or go shopping. (Read---buy me shoes at Payless...Size 7 1/2 and they come in wide!
) (I think I need to spend less time at the mall...and try these shoes on again!)[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 15, 2011.]
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Xanga-March 7, 2006
Yesterday, I had my completly devistating vet school interview. I assume that it went well because that is a thousand times better than the alternative of having puked on them. Afterwards, everyone went to Shakesphere's for pizza. Glenn Rehn showed up and impressivly ate a medium pizza by himself. But Glenn has a hollow leg and that is literally why he can eat so much food for such a small boy.
Today I started the lead milker thing. It went rather well but by the time I was done (still just after nine), the calves had already been fed. It was dissappointing because I love the calves. Then I blew off shadowing the vet to take a nap and go shopping. I didn't buy anything but it was fun looking. I am such a girl...
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]
Today I started the lead milker thing. It went rather well but by the time I was done (still just after nine), the calves had already been fed. It was dissappointing because I love the calves. Then I blew off shadowing the vet to take a nap and go shopping. I didn't buy anything but it was fun looking. I am such a girl...
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]
Saturday, March 4, 2006
Xanga-March 4, 2006
Did I tell you all about this new kid at Hy-Vee? His name is Sam and he works in the garden center. Other than hating him for that fact (who really wants to work outside now anyway?), I love him. He is a total emo boy right down to his girl jeans! And he looks like Tim Ferrell (it goes without saying that I think literally everybody looks like Tim Ferrell.)! But he looks like Tim in the way that he has this suspicous little smirk just like the Guitar God himself. I havn't filled him in on Ludo...yet.
I deleted yesterday's post because it made me look bad. Anyone that got to read it, congratulations!
I got my hair cut but it won't help from being called sir on a weekly basis.
I'm very excited that Walk The Line came out on DVD and that next week Jarhead comes out. I plan on buying both because I loved them. And now its getting to the point that I actually have money that is getting saved over from my paychecks to buy random crap.
[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]
I deleted yesterday's post because it made me look bad. Anyone that got to read it, congratulations!
I got my hair cut but it won't help from being called sir on a weekly basis.
I'm very excited that Walk The Line came out on DVD and that next week Jarhead comes out. I plan on buying both because I loved them. And now its getting to the point that I actually have money that is getting saved over from my paychecks to buy random crap.
[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]
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