Xanga-December 29, 2006

Where I am Today

Two things first-
First of all, I had some where the marriage license requirements for all of the states surrounding Missouri, but I don't know where they are. I was going to relist them for those interested in eloping. Nebraska is the best bang for your buck if I remember correctly-no waiting period (marriage is obviously like buying a gun), no blood test, good for one year and only $15.
Second of all, I would like to think that little kids have an inate sense of whether or not someone is a good person. And whether of not they are to be liked or even trusted. Thus, due to Alex's proclaimation that he loves me, I would guess that he thinks I am a good person. And subsquently, allowed to be involved in his life via Joe...hopefully this is a long term though. Maybe I'm reading too much into this.
Okay, where I am today...(WARNING TO JOE! THIS INVOLVES OLD BOYFRIENDS, BUT NOTHING THAT YOU HAVN'T HEARD BEFORE.)
December is a month in which I think alot about my current relationship, former relationships and the people involved. Why? Well, Joe and I started official being a couple in December, Joe's birthday is in December, the last serious relationship I was in ended at the beginning of January and that guy's birthday was in December (oddly enough the day after Christmas to Joe's day before).
Anyway, let's take a trip back three or four years to my last serious relationship with a guy named Jeremiah. I met Jeremiah when we were juniors in high school working at McDonald's. Eventually after high school we started dating. He was in the army which complicated things but not so much as that I stopped dating him even though in the little more than two years we went out I saw him maybe a total of 3 months. And during this time I was at college and being tormented with the love/hate relationship we had in my mind as is typical of me when its time to break up with someone. All of my friends knew this. And tried many times to get me to break up with him. And everytime I was going to, we'd have a great time talking on the phone and I'd be reminded of why I like him in the first place and I couldn't. Eventually, he came home. And I realized that he was dumb, that he had no ambition and was all talk, that things wern't going to go anywhere fast with him and that we wanted completly different things. So I dumped him. And he took it. Didn't even put up a fight. But it was all for the best I guess.
At times with Jeremiah, I would of done anything for him. I seriously would of dropped out of college and gone to live with him in Germany if that was what he wanted. Luckily, I was never called to do that. But I can see exactly where I would be today if I had stayed with him. Despite being intimidated by strong women (as I like to consider myself), Jeremiah would of convinced me not to come back to college in Columbia. We'd be living together in DeSoto, a town I hate. He would have the same job he has today-a good union floor layers job. I would of been lucky to finish the vet tech program at the community college and be working at some small animal clinic and hating every minute of it OR be working at McDonald's or some equally horrible job, Super Wal-Mart. And either we'd be dancing around the issue of getting married or already married with a new baby. I don't like the looks of what could of been.
SO I am extremely glad that a year plus ago, I decided that I wanted to drunkenly make out with someone. And even more glad that that person was Joe. Joe is really perfect for me. He keeps me interested and on my toes about lots of things. He's smart and funny. He thinks I'm the same. He never hesitates to let me do what I want and pushes me to do better. We motivate each other. Everything I am, he's not. Everything I need him to be, he is. We compliment each other and fit together. Joe is it. My mom should stop asking silly questions like 'how serious are you guys?' Well, serious enough that running off to Nebraska sounds like a good idea. (Yes, we're from the midwest. Some people go to Vegas to get hitched; we go to the cornhusker state.)
Martha says that Joe is good for me. That I am myself when Joe is around instead of dumbing things down like I did with Jeremiah. And I'm glad that I can be myself and glad that other people recoginize it too.
Okay, I'm about to cry so time to post...

[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/24/11]

Xanga-December 26, 2006

The Tooth Fairy Owes Me $$ or Merry Christmas

Christmas was very good to me. I had such a wonderful time in St.Joe. So great in fact that coming home to my own Christmas was slightly painful.
Friday night I set out late to meet Joe after he got off work and ended up sitting in the parking lot for half an hour until he got there. Honestly, we didn't go to bed right away...we spent several hours talking and giggling. It was really great. Saturday, we bummed around, got some fast food, went over to Casey's parents' house where I was assaulted by an increasing number of relatives, (Its crazy how many people are involved in Joe's life/family.), looked at Christmas lights and then hung out at Jackie and Casey's house. After that we went to Steve's party. Oh my God. Steve was complete craziness and kept telling us about elbow dropping a pumpkin. I know that he's going to read this and that I probably got what he did to the pumpkin wrong so he can correct me. He can also take comfort in the fact that I found him very, very amusing. Sunday, Joe and I got up early to pick up Alex and go to eat at the chinese restaurant with Joe's dad, Kevin and Missy and Gabbi and Scott. It was nice. Then we went back to pick up my car and dog and stuff. Alex wanted to ride with me but my car was full of stuff. Then he proceeded to tell me that he loved me. Oh my God. Seriously. We went over to Jackie and Casey's house, had Joe's birthday (complete with his 'because you're not 30 yet' present), I took a nap and then we opened Christmas presents since Alex and I were not going to be there the next day. Then I sadly went home to Columbia where I spent the night. It was such a nice time that I wished to elope to Nebraska today (Tuesday) but Joe would have no part of my irrational desire.
Christmas morning, I woke up and came to DeSoto. It was me, my brother, my parents and my mom's parents. Not many people. We ate, opened presents, ate some more and then everyone left while I slept on the couch. That night, mom, dad and I played Scene It! Dad won even though he only got two questions right the entire night. Poo.
So the loot...what did I get? Joe got me some very nice perfume and a CD player, I got some money and candles from Missy and Kevin, a stocking, shirt, bath stuff and some framed pictures (no, my mom didn't get to see the luau picture) from Jackie and Casey. From my family, I got a winter car preparedness kit, two vet books, markers, hat/gloves/scarf, kitchen knives and several other things. Still no globe. Oh well, Jerry's been asking his whole lifetime for a remote control car and only just got one. I'll keep asking or buy one for myself. Riley got some presents too including a kickball that's already been popped and a rope that was stolen and lost by my parents' dog.
I want my xanga entries to become one of the most popular blog entries in myspace. This hinges on the ability of myspace to work consistently for me. If so, those entries will be mere copy and paste jobs of this one. Now how to make it more popular? I think entitling every entry as 'Hot XXX Action' or the like would be helpful.
My mom told me at Christmas that I was getting fat. I told her it was my hibernation fat which is partly true but some of the other reasons wouldn't be so well received.
So, why does the tooth fairy owe me $$? Because I lost a tooth that's why!! Back in August, I chipped a tooth-it was a baby tooth that should of fallen out like ten years before but I don't have adult teeth to replace them so they didn't. Anyway, on and off it had gotten or been loose. Then finally, one side was completely loose and I kept playing with it. Sunday morning I woke up and it was there in my mouth. I told my mom I was going to put it under my pillow. Its a baby tooth and I think I've been shorted some money.

[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/24/11]

Xanga-December 23, 2006

The big manilla envelope was indeed my histo grade. And as predicted, a C!
I'm hanging out in the Joe this weekend with Joe. Its been cool so far and since tomorrow is his birthday, will only get better.
I don't have anything else to say.

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Xanga-December 20, 2006

You're name is really Alice...

So when I have kids, one totally has to be nicknamed Birdsey, after Birdsey Renshaw this guy that discovered these certain types of cells in the CNS. I'm sorry, Joe. It just must be done. And why? Because of the extra 5% added to the physiology final score! Giving me a 70.1% C! YES!
There's a big fat manila envelope in my mailbox. Wonder what that's all about and what happens if I am the first person to take it out.
Renshaw Cells-its in German so I don't know what's going on. Something with a motor neuron, the cells, the muscle and acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter.
Palpate-–verb (used with object), -pat·ed, -pat·ing.

to examine by touch, esp. for the purpose of diagnosing disease or illness.

 As in 'We rectally palpated some heifers on Saturday.' Put it together and you know all of the places my are has been!

[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/21/11]

Xanga-December 19, 2006

C equals DVM but remember there's a D in there, too

So yesterday, I calculated my final grades in two of my classes and figured out the minimum number of points needed for a C in two others. So here's the breakdown:

• Cell biology-87.5% B-okay, so in this class there were rumors of a curve being put into place. I don't know why because I figured everyone was doing okay. It was rumored to be at 88% (poo) or 87% (yea!).
• Anatomy-Well, I don't actually know my grade in this class. Going into the final I could get as low as a 36% to keep a C and needed an 86% for a B. I got a D on the written part leaving me to only need 25 points out of 125 on the practical for a C. I'm hedging my bets and betting on a C.
• Microanatomy-Well, I don't know this grade either. I got a D on Rubin's written portion and because I know everyone does poorly on her part maybe we'll get lucky and it will be curved. Irregardless, I need something like 85 points out of 190 to keep a C. Betting on a C here, too.
• Physiology-68.something% D-alright, so I totally aced my last test-I got a strong B, but failed the final. Like literally failed it-55%. And if I did the calculations right that really high D is where I land. My fingers are crossed for a curve on something, subsequently bringing my grade up to a C. And perhaps Dr.Schadt will remember that I want to name a kid Birdsey!

I'm going to finish Christmas shopping today. Tomorrow assemble some presents and wrap them (unless I get bit by the wrapping bug today). And Thursday make Riley a little plaid flannel blanket to wear.
I don't know what is going on with the dairy calf study. I got a really confusing e-mail from Munashe today and am just going under the assumption that until Thursday when I was specifically mentioned to work that they will call me if I need to do something. I went out there last night and checked around 1am just because John knew I would. Damn him and his knowing of my love for cows.
So Saturday, I palpated some cows with the kindergarten cop. Bovine club had set up this opportunity to palpate some dairy heifers with abnormal tracts with Dr.Volkmann who is from Nambimia (?) in Africa. It was a German colony thus Dr.Volkmann has a strong Germany-ish accent. Now maybe it was because I watched a movie about the concentration camps the night before or maybe its because unless they are wearing lederhosen, the German people naturally sound angry, but Dr.Volkmann (who in actually was very nice) seemed that he could get mad very easily and perhaps just changed out of his SS uniform. All of my irrational judgements aside, we palpated normal tracts on some very little beef heifers. And then some abnormal tracts on some dairy heifers. I didn't realize how small a heifer's reproductive tract is! Its the size of my hand! I'm used to palpating cows. For them, I'm in up to my shoulder if not trying not to be sucked entirely in because I am so short. Additionally, I rarely find anything other than the cervix. These heifers, I only went in to mid forearm (and its a good thing I have small hands!) and found everything. I did manage to be two for three in detecting the problems of some heifers, felt ovaries and cervixes and then answered correctly questions about a dead fetus and the results of it. I had a good time. This is what veterinary medicine is for me. This is what I like to do. Physiology and histology be damned. I could care less about your dying dog but give me a healthy cow to stick my arm up its ass any day!


[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/21/11]

Xanga-December 18, 2006

Thank God that finals are over. However, I haven't checked my grades yet-I will once I am done with this entry. But also because two of my tests had written or practical portions that are not yet in our mailboxes, I won't know the final outcome of those classes. I hope to God that I didn't fail out. I can take the D I was destined to get in physiology but I don't want to fail out. Mostly because if I do, I'll never become a veterinarian because I never want to come back. (My new saying is going to be 'C equals DVM but remember there is one D in there, too.')
Anyway,  last night we had our anatomy lab group party. Everyone brought over some food and it was good times. We watched a very long confusing movie (the second Pirates of the Caribbean). And then because Marin was in Colorado unknown to anyone but herself, I had to leave at 12:15 (from my own house!) to feed a calf. That broke up the party (it had already put a damper on it since I couldn't drink). No ouija board, no learning the crazy sex lives of my classmates (though seriously, I think that being over a dead dog seemed to bring that out better.), no nakedness, no slumber party with frozen panties and braiding of each other's hair. Sigh.
I did some Christmas shopping and still have more to do. But the thing is while Christmas shopping in itself is aggervating-crowds and parking-I love doing it because I am buying things (on my credit card) for other people. And even though I should get it done-Christmas is one week away!-I don't want it to end. Still have to finish up for Alex, Joe, Joe's assorted family members, and Grandma. I think. I sort of lost my list at Hy-Vee yesterday.


[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/21/11]

Xanga-December 15, 2006

Probably going to fail fast again today...well slightly slower because I can't move at my own speed during the practical.
Came home last night to a loose puppy. She had eaten a Christmas card from my grandma, a magizine subscription card, a time sheet, all of the buttons off of my coat and one shoe-the last nice pair of black shoes I owned. Nice. Thanks Riley!


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Xanga-December 14, 2006

Two ways to fail-fail fast or fail slow

I've already failed fast this morning. So much for keeping a C in physiology-I say this not having actually checked my grade. Knowing my grade is inversly proportional to how much I study for anatomy today.
Target uniform.
Anyway, I've listened to so much music here lately that my head is a radio-during my test I went from Story of The Year to The All-American Rejects to something else. Annoying when you're trying to thing about the cardiovascular system.
Last night, I got home a little before two. I really needed to get to bed so I didn't walk Riley. It was about two when I got to bed but Riley kept making all of this noise in her crate-rattling tin cups on the bars and such. Finally at twenty till three, she quit and I could fall asleep thinking about how I needed that slow wave sleep that's so restoritive unlike the unknown function of REM sleep. (That's from what my test was on today.) Anyway, about 5:20am, I woke up fully awake-so I must of woken up from REM sleep because its more likely to wake you up internally than from an external stimulus-and heard Riley getting a drink of water-with her tounge covered in papillae-both mechanical (conical and filiform, but not lecintacular-those are only in ruminants) and gustatory (valliate, follate and fungiform) and a lissa with an unknown function. Wait that's not right I thought because Riley should be in her crate! So I called her and was greeted with 23lbs of corgi on my chest. So she laid on my bed with me for a little while before I got tired of her and put her up. I inspected the apartment for damage-probably three hours worth-and found (luckily) none. Silly, smart puppy.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/21/11]

Xanga-December 13, 2006

Today's outfit is recycled from Saturday's date night-but that makes it none the less cute. Denim skirt and black tights, black heels, plaid western shirt and burgandy sweater.
Now I must study for histology. I only need a 53% to keep a C in the class and need a doable 86% to get a B, however the teacher likes to screw us over...who knows the ten layers of the retina? Not me, that's who.

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Xanga-December 12, 2006

I figured since I didn't have any finals today and all I was doing was studying that I was off duty so to speak-so I wore jeans and  t-shirt. Tomorrow though, watch out! I'm back on duty and will wow!
Now quit making me waste time...

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Xanga-December 11, 2006

Friday I wore jeans and a t-shirt. I even rebelled agains the vet school and wore an unvet school shirt. Still Mizzou though. Today, I channeled my inner Elmer for my cell bio final and wore khakis, sweater vest/polo and brown mules.
So I hardly got anything done this weekend. After being pouty at Joe all week and not really caring about seeing him or not, Saturday night I went to Jeff City to pick him up. We ate dinner (Lee's Fried Chicken-some anniversary dinner) with his family and then came up to Columbia because I thought since my night had essentially been spent, Joe might as well spend the night. (This sounds bitchy, but its not, its just that I wasn't studying.) We watched Fast Food Nation which while good was too long and too preachy. I did get to see cows slaughtered and someone get their leg ground off. After that, we went to Wal-Mart and bought some beer. In the morning, I dropped Joe off. It was a good weekend.
Joe and I bought Riley and Banjo, his sister's dog, squeaky cows. Riley ignored hers for a long time (mostly because she was at school) and the proceeded to eat the ears off of it.
This morning as I was typing an email, there was a power outage. However, it didn't prevent me from eating three donuts won by our class winning the food drive!
I learned today that you die without sleep. It takes 21 days for a rat to die. An ongoing experiment with humans is called vet school.
I got an A on my cell bio final, however unless the class is curved (as is the rumor), I will get a B in the class. I messed up some of the first tests. Of course, the curve will probably make an 88% an A and of course I have an 87%.
I'm being stalked on MySpace by an ex boyfriend. He keeps calling me sweetie in his messages. I can't remember if he was like that (as in calling me sweetie) when we were dating. I think so. I DO know though that he was creepy then same as now.

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Xanga-December 7, 2006

Jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, tennis shoes...I just don't care this week.
We got our group assignments for large animal anatomy. My group isn't bad; there are definatly groups that I am relieved not to be in for assorted reasons.
So much to study, I don't know where or how to start.

So my puppy...

peed on the couch. After peeing on the kitchen floor. After peeing in her crate.
I called my good friend, Dr. Rasch and was told to watch her for peeing at weird times/places, peeing often and anymore red in her urine. So I will. In the mean time, I hope that pee doesn't stain my couch. And if this continues...to the vet school for a urinalysis!
Frei, Amie, if you would like to give a second opinion and hear a complete case history, give me a call and I will give you. Martha thought a bladder infection if anything...I agreed with all of my first year knowledge. As if I know anything other than where the bladder is in the dog.

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Xanga-December 6. 2006

Nothing makes me want to puke more (okay there are actually a lot of things that would) than realizing some of my high school classmates will be doctors in 2007. What will I be? A VM1 or 2 depending on how and when you look at it. What brings this on? Accidentally sitting down next to someone I went to high school with (and trying very hard not to be noticed) in Ellis Library and then doing some Facebook stalking. Oh well, a vet is so much better anyway. Even I could of gone to med school if I wanted to...probably not but maybe.


Black heels, gray pants, oxfort shirt. Walking to school today I wore my rubber boots over it. HOT! Dr.Schadt thought I looked cool.
Okay, now, I've got to study.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/7/11]

Xanga-December 5, 2006

Duck.Duck. Goose!

please note the goose's fatter, fuller body

Jeans, western shirt, tennis shoes...This week I refuse to wear other things. Maybe not even tomorrow.
I didn't know that I had a calf to feed last night so I messed up and of course feel quilty.
I called to get my car jumpstarted and they told me it would be like two hours. Whatever I was just sitting at home anyway, but low and behold fifteen minutes later the tow truck showed up to jumpstart my car.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/7/11]

Xanga-December 4, 2006

And I'm a moron...a cold moron

T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes, hoodie. It was too cold to do much else. And besides, anything I wore would of been wrinkled beneath my overalls anyway.
Despite my hatred of eggs and slight dislike for milk (due to a slight lactose intolerance), I LOVE egg nog.
My boyfriend loves me because I buy 2% milk.
The forms of matter are solid, liquid and gas. Water can take all of these-ice, water and steam, respectfully. Some things like dry ice and water can sublimate-go directly from solid to gas. I'm not sure what form snow is considered (or Jello for that matter) but it can easily go from soft and cushy to break your leg hard when its in your parking lot as witnessed by the bruise on my knee.
So Thursday, we all left anatomy lab early because it was snowing and threatening to get worse. On the way to the parking lot, my backpack broke. Driving home wasn't too terribly hard and luckily it was my night off from the dairy farm anyway. I made some plans for how to get to school if the inevitable giant snow came and went to bed. I woke up at five am figuring that it would take me two hours to walk to school if it had indeed snowed  inches. I looked out the window and believe it or not it had! I watched the news and danced around the apartment for about half an hour before returning to bed to wake up at six, decide that there was no way in hell that I'd be attending class that day and rolling back over. My friend Tiffany called at about 6:20 to inform me that there was no school. Happy, I slept till nine. I took the dog out then and she loves the snow! It was way over her back but she leaps and hops through it. Everytime we went out we had the greatest of fun.
Saturday, I dug my car out but didn't go anywhere because everything still was covered in ice and snow. Yesterday, I didn't do much either. I watched a show called Paralyzed and Pregnant about a paralyzed lady that got pregnant. And then I watched another show called A New Face For Marlie about this girl who had a genetic disease that caused her bones to become tumors. Her face grew and grew and the surgery that basically saved her life consisted of cutting out all of the bones of her face. She's normal!...using that term loosely.
This morning I was supposed to pick up Tiffany on my way to school but low and behold my car wouldn't start. I think that the ignition lock wasn't working and I took the key out with the engine still turned over. I don't know. I'm a moron. So anyway, Tiffany woke her brother up and he took us to school. Additionally, I couldn't get my apartment door to lock so its currently unlocked unless the maintenance guys have fixed it. And finally to add to my crappy day, a soda can exploded in my new backpack making everything-i.e. all of my notes and books wet and sticky.
I think with my car, I'm going to call the tow truck company and see if they'll come give me a jump start and then go to autozone and see if they can test the battery to see if it will make it through the winter. If not, I'll buy a new one. Or my other option is buy a new battery at Wal-Mart and carry it home...a couple of miles.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/7/11]