I had my last day at Hy-Vee on Wednesday. I can't say that I won't miss that place entirely but I won't miss alot of the bullshit that went on there.
My last day at the dairy was today and it was tragic. I love those big dumb cows so very much. I wish I could live there forever with them. Curl up next to the calves in the straw or on the shavings next to the cows in the free stall barn. *sigh*
I can't wait to go camping with Joe and his family. He comes in tonight and I have ton of things to do. Why am I wasting my time typing to noone?
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Friday, July 28, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Xanga-July 21, 2006
My three most devestating dairy farm experiences:
#3-(this is a new, recent story so let me explain) I was walking behind a cow to get her up to get milked. Her swich (hairy part at the end of her tail) had gotten wet and then she swiched it. When she did so it wrapped itself around the free stall bars essentially tying it into a knot. I tried to undo it as she lunged forward. Her tail was stuck! Then there was a pop and the swich was still there and the cow wasn't!
#2-Cow #700 breaking her leg in front of me. (this is mentioned in an earlier entry.)
#1-(this story may or may not of been told. If it wasn't, it was because its gross. Here it is.) I was getting cows up to milk and found something that looked like a placenta. But we didn't have any fresh cows in this lot so it couldn't be a placenta from one of them. (Cows have a nasty habit of hanging onto placentas until they rot half in and half out of them.) It was indeed a placenta with two twin aborted Holstein fetuses in it. I went to move them figuring that someone might want to look at them. I went to grab a leg of one of the fetuses (I was wearing gloves.) when it came off in my hand!
Wednesday night, a storm went through St. Louis and south of there. As of noon today, my parents and grandparents still didn't have electricity. Its only in pockets of no power so it will be like 3-5 days before they have it.
Only four more shifts at each the dairy and Hy-Vee! I am totally going to miss the dairy. I love my cows.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
#3-(this is a new, recent story so let me explain) I was walking behind a cow to get her up to get milked. Her swich (hairy part at the end of her tail) had gotten wet and then she swiched it. When she did so it wrapped itself around the free stall bars essentially tying it into a knot. I tried to undo it as she lunged forward. Her tail was stuck! Then there was a pop and the swich was still there and the cow wasn't!
#2-Cow #700 breaking her leg in front of me. (this is mentioned in an earlier entry.)
#1-(this story may or may not of been told. If it wasn't, it was because its gross. Here it is.) I was getting cows up to milk and found something that looked like a placenta. But we didn't have any fresh cows in this lot so it couldn't be a placenta from one of them. (Cows have a nasty habit of hanging onto placentas until they rot half in and half out of them.) It was indeed a placenta with two twin aborted Holstein fetuses in it. I went to move them figuring that someone might want to look at them. I went to grab a leg of one of the fetuses (I was wearing gloves.) when it came off in my hand!
Wednesday night, a storm went through St. Louis and south of there. As of noon today, my parents and grandparents still didn't have electricity. Its only in pockets of no power so it will be like 3-5 days before they have it.
Only four more shifts at each the dairy and Hy-Vee! I am totally going to miss the dairy. I love my cows.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Xanga-July 19, 2006
So, I went home and cleaned out some of my stuff. It hurt when I came across the boxes of stuff from school (elementary and high school). It hurt mostly to look back at the pictures of myself then. Even thought I didn't have a problem with self-image (for the most part and certainly less than most teenage girls), I am a much better person now.
I got another $6000 worth of student loans bringing the total up to $32011. So I don't have to worry about money or working. However, I have already found a job working back at the dairy on an ongoing study. I figured that because I have worked on this study by working at the farm I might as well get paid and see cows and calves every once in a while.
Ugh, I hate Missouri. I can't wait to move into an apartment with AC!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
I got another $6000 worth of student loans bringing the total up to $32011. So I don't have to worry about money or working. However, I have already found a job working back at the dairy on an ongoing study. I figured that because I have worked on this study by working at the farm I might as well get paid and see cows and calves every once in a while.
Ugh, I hate Missouri. I can't wait to move into an apartment with AC!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Xanga-July 18, 2006
If you don't know, don't ask... I mean I guess I'd explain if you did.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Xanga-July 11, 2006
http://www.cvm.missouri.edu/class_profile.htm
You should go to that site to see the stats of my vet school class. Who says vet med is a man's field? But I am totally entering the man's world of large/food animal medicine for all those ag hotties.
I got my loan money information. First of all, I would of liked $31,000 but only got $26,000. The rub is this...actually there are two rubs. First, they tell you in your application that while vet school is so much you'll need a little more than $29,000 to live. Did I get that? And second, my entire undergrad loans were under $18,000. But my parents took out some for that. So I guess I don't fully grasp how much college is.
An update on GI JOE. She was found alive in a pasture. You see this is the story. After Mallory and I failed to locate her, Mallory and Eric went to look for her. Eric proptly spotted her in the pasture next to her's with some other calves including Lil' Sue and Goldie (What is weird here isn't that I named the calves but that everyone knows who I am talking about when I refer to them by their names.) Mallory got made fun of because obviously we hadn't counted right or something...Then Mallory went to the office to tell John that GI JOE was no longer MIA but had been in the next pen. There was a vet sitting in the office and they asked if she meant the Guernsey calf because they found her out wandering around and just stuck her into a pen not knowing which one she belonged in. YEA! Me and Mallory can count!
Joe came down this weekend. I was fully prepared to fight with him because I was angry at the world all week but by the time he got here I was so excited that we didn't fight. Friday when I got off work, we rented some movies and went to Steak'N' Shake. I had a frisco melt and this was the first time I had ever had a cheeseburger. I fell asleep on the floor while Joe watched a movie. Saturday we hung out, went to the arcade (I have the #2 score on Galaga!) and then went over to Glenn's party. Joe got into an aguement being a republican in democrat territory and all. Still it was fun. Sunday, Joe went home.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
You should go to that site to see the stats of my vet school class. Who says vet med is a man's field? But I am totally entering the man's world of large/food animal medicine for all those ag hotties.
I got my loan money information. First of all, I would of liked $31,000 but only got $26,000. The rub is this...actually there are two rubs. First, they tell you in your application that while vet school is so much you'll need a little more than $29,000 to live. Did I get that? And second, my entire undergrad loans were under $18,000. But my parents took out some for that. So I guess I don't fully grasp how much college is.
An update on GI JOE. She was found alive in a pasture. You see this is the story. After Mallory and I failed to locate her, Mallory and Eric went to look for her. Eric proptly spotted her in the pasture next to her's with some other calves including Lil' Sue and Goldie (What is weird here isn't that I named the calves but that everyone knows who I am talking about when I refer to them by their names.) Mallory got made fun of because obviously we hadn't counted right or something...Then Mallory went to the office to tell John that GI JOE was no longer MIA but had been in the next pen. There was a vet sitting in the office and they asked if she meant the Guernsey calf because they found her out wandering around and just stuck her into a pen not knowing which one she belonged in. YEA! Me and Mallory can count!
Joe came down this weekend. I was fully prepared to fight with him because I was angry at the world all week but by the time he got here I was so excited that we didn't fight. Friday when I got off work, we rented some movies and went to Steak'N' Shake. I had a frisco melt and this was the first time I had ever had a cheeseburger. I fell asleep on the floor while Joe watched a movie. Saturday we hung out, went to the arcade (I have the #2 score on Galaga!) and then went over to Glenn's party. Joe got into an aguement being a republican in democrat territory and all. Still it was fun. Sunday, Joe went home.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Thursday, July 6, 2006
Xanga-July 6, 2006
We'll make this quick notes instead of a full on story----
I went to Joe's the weekend before last for the night. Driving 6 hours round trip just to see your boyfriend sucks. He's coming down here this weekend. I am off from both jobs and am excited.
I called The Buzz to win some concert tickets. Caller 10 won. I was caller 4. Then I was caller 9. I suck but I have to work that night anyway.
I have been milking all this week. Actually since last Wednesday. It sucks as usual. I can't wait for Richard to come back from vacation.
I love working in health market. But the other night some lady came up to me and started telling me her medical problems and about going to the doctor. Just came up to me out of the blue. Hey, lady, I just stock soymilks.
Glenn Rehn quit Hy-Vee to work full time for the Democrats. Those asses! He is having a house warming party on Saturday night that I am baking pumpkin bread for. You should go.
Yesterday, Mallory and I moved some weaned calves from the hutches to the superdomes. One of the calves was named GI JOE. (All of the calves have registered names, I just come up with nicknames. This calf was named by a first grade boy.) This morning when we went to feed them GI JOE was MIA. We couldn't find her anywhere. Hopefully, she'll turn up. Alive.
The dairy bought ten Jersey heifers. I get to name them. I am thinking I naming them old lady names-Lucy, Ethel, Mabel, Hazel, Martha (!), Pearl, etc
Yesterday, this pathetic looking cat that I had begun to feel sorry for---sorry enough to buy a $1.87 bag of cat food for--got trapped in the parlor when they fumigated it. Needless to say we solved it worm problem.
The fourth of July was a madhouse. They had fireworks at the stadium which made Providence Road the ideal place to watch them. Unfortunatly, I had to work and of course got off and heading towards home as the fireworks finished. I hate people.
Also that morning there was a dead cat in my driveway that I had to pick up. Sadly, its final resting place will be the ditch because it was dark. I will pay for my lack of compassion by smelling rotting cat.
I am freaking out about vet school and about a ton of other things.
I am quitting my jobs a day early so I can go camping with Joe and his family. I am excited about that.
I finally got some info about school starting and about the retreat or as I like to call it-four days of awkwardness. At the retreat, men can't wear speedos and women have to wear one piece suits. That means some of the pressure is off of me! Its at a Baptist camp but obviously not the fun Baptists.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/10/11]
I went to Joe's the weekend before last for the night. Driving 6 hours round trip just to see your boyfriend sucks. He's coming down here this weekend. I am off from both jobs and am excited.
I called The Buzz to win some concert tickets. Caller 10 won. I was caller 4. Then I was caller 9. I suck but I have to work that night anyway.
I have been milking all this week. Actually since last Wednesday. It sucks as usual. I can't wait for Richard to come back from vacation.
I love working in health market. But the other night some lady came up to me and started telling me her medical problems and about going to the doctor. Just came up to me out of the blue. Hey, lady, I just stock soymilks.
Glenn Rehn quit Hy-Vee to work full time for the Democrats. Those asses! He is having a house warming party on Saturday night that I am baking pumpkin bread for. You should go.
Yesterday, Mallory and I moved some weaned calves from the hutches to the superdomes. One of the calves was named GI JOE. (All of the calves have registered names, I just come up with nicknames. This calf was named by a first grade boy.) This morning when we went to feed them GI JOE was MIA. We couldn't find her anywhere. Hopefully, she'll turn up. Alive.
The dairy bought ten Jersey heifers. I get to name them. I am thinking I naming them old lady names-Lucy, Ethel, Mabel, Hazel, Martha (!), Pearl, etc
Yesterday, this pathetic looking cat that I had begun to feel sorry for---sorry enough to buy a $1.87 bag of cat food for--got trapped in the parlor when they fumigated it. Needless to say we solved it worm problem.
The fourth of July was a madhouse. They had fireworks at the stadium which made Providence Road the ideal place to watch them. Unfortunatly, I had to work and of course got off and heading towards home as the fireworks finished. I hate people.
Also that morning there was a dead cat in my driveway that I had to pick up. Sadly, its final resting place will be the ditch because it was dark. I will pay for my lack of compassion by smelling rotting cat.
I am freaking out about vet school and about a ton of other things.
I am quitting my jobs a day early so I can go camping with Joe and his family. I am excited about that.
I finally got some info about school starting and about the retreat or as I like to call it-four days of awkwardness. At the retreat, men can't wear speedos and women have to wear one piece suits. That means some of the pressure is off of me! Its at a Baptist camp but obviously not the fun Baptists.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/10/11]
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