MySpace-December 31, 2007-Christmas, New Year's, Wrapping it all up...

Christmas
Hmm...let's see what I remember. Monday, Christmas Eve (and Joe's Birthday), morning we woke up and opened presents with Jackie and Casey. They provided me with some very warm cozy clothing, a book and a CD that I wanted and a stocking full of goodys. They got Riley and Roosevelt presents too. The feet have already been chewed off of Riley's ball as predicted. And the one Cosby mouse given to Roosevelt was destroyed by the dog already while I napped. I knew it would end up that way. Joe, after some stressful shopping, got me a lovely set of earrings and a necklace.
Eventually, we made our way to lunch with Kevin and Missy. And Alex. They gave me a beautiful blanket that Missy knitted. Its fantastic! After lunch, Joe, Alex and I went to the arcade. Alex had a fun time and his quarter consumption was slowed by a cup used to contain them all. We played air hockey and he beat me. No, seriously, he beat me. You're thinking that I let this eight year old win, but you're quite wrong.
Coming home, I managed to convince Alex to help me make Daddy Joe's birthday cake. It was  all going well. He dumped in the ingredients after I measured them. He stirred it. I broke out the electric mixer and against what was probably my better judgement, let him have at it. It was going great. And then the ultimate mistake. He raised the spinning beaters out of the batter. Batter, blood red batter, went every where. I couldn't help but to laugh histerically because it looked like poor Alex had just met up with a serial killer. Of course that probably didn't help him because he instantly broke out into tears. It took alot of convincing but he came back for a final (spoon) stir and then later to ice the cake. It was later revealed to me by Joe that he knew all along that I was destined for something bad to happen with the cake making experience but decided to let it play out for it would be better that way for both me and Alex. Thanks Joe.
Alex opened his presents later and then we dropped him off on our way out of town. Just outside of KC, we stopped for a soda and had a flat tire. Two cans of fix-a-flat and some air and we were on our much delayed way. We stopped a couple of times to check it and arrived in Columbia much later than planned. Roosevelt had not only missed us but had also destroyed some decorations in protest of our Christmas without him.
In the morning, we decided to go ahead and go to DeSoto...in Joe's car. We got there and opened presents shortly after. I got some car parts from my brother who promises to put them on for me, some vet books that I wanted, and some other assorted things from my list. We ate and then went to my grandparents house to eat dessert and have them open their presents. I can't believe that while I was home, we didn't go past the animals at the funeral home! Ugh.
Christmas was overall pretty nice but definatly we need to figure out something different then the across state treks.
PS-Wednesday, we went to Wal-Mart to get the tire patched but it was too badly damaged so I had to buy a new one. Meanwhile, the car decided that it really liked the idea of having the dome lights on all of the time. Two phone calls to the car experts in my life didn't come up with any answers so Joe and I just pulled the fuse.

New Year's Resolutions
Just like everyone else, I'm going to make these, work on them for the first few weeks of January and then toss them aside.
-Lose some weight. Well, I don't exercise and McDonald's is my friend. I highly doubt that I am going to make some great turnaround even with a vet school formal coming up in February. I will however try to watch what I eat, not eat fast food so often and maybe, just maybe ride that exercise bike that is Joe's coat rack. The animals are going on diets too. No more table scraps.
-Drink more water. I'm not going to cut out soda, just increase water. Expect to find me in the bathroom alot.
-Go to church. I did this one year and it really made me feel alot better. I'd love if Joe came with me. But seriously, the odds are slim that I'll even make it.
I'm pretty sure that there were a few more things too but I don't remember what they were. Drinking more water was the big one.

Wrapping up the loose ends...
Joe and I were watching one of those VH1 shows-100 Greatest Kid Actors or something. When they were talking about Peter Ostrum, Charlie in the orginal Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It turns out he's a dairy vet in upstate New York. I think I smell an interesting preceptorship...

So my little brother, Jerry, just got engaged. He got his girlfriend, Danielle, an engagement ring for Christmas. I think its stupid. First of all, why at Christmas? Second of all, he's 22. She's 18 or 19. Third of all, they haven't even been dating two years yet.
They say that they are going to have a long engagement until after Danielle gets done with school. (She's a very nice, driven person so that's a plus. I have nothing against her. It really more the fact that my brother is an idiot.) I think long engagements (anything beyond two years unless there are certain circumstances such as war or illness) are stupid. Isn't that just dating? I mean now its dating with a couple of thousand dollars spent.
So I know that I look jealous but really its just that I think my brother is a moron. And I thought to myself (meaning me and Joe) that a long engagement means that there is still the possiblity that I could get married before Jerry. But as he's prone to doing, Joe said that he gave the engagement 18 months or so before they just decide to get married. Ugh.

Anyway, my relationship. Joe and I had been pretty much hanging out non-stop since before Christmas and surprisingly hadn't got on to each others nerves too bad. He went home last Thursday for the day and night to give me a break (which I think I was starting to need) and I missed him after only a few hours. Now he's gone to work and is sleeping all day and I have become a bum. Its really pretty impressive that with some driving arguments (Saturday) aside, that we haven't been fighting overall nearly as much as before. I think that we just needed some time to sort out our positions in the relationship now that we live in the same town. We've both made sacrifices-Joe left his family, friends and a decent job. I'm growing my hair out.
I have also learned that watching Iron Chef America is much more fun with Joe.
And after two years of dating, we are still revealing things about ourselves. I recently revealed a pet peeve of mine-dark misplaced hairs or hairs coming out of moles. And subsquently reached for the tweezers to rectify the hair that has been taunting me from Joe's upper arm all of this time. Joe only last Wednesday, revealed that he hates how my soap is in my shower. I just kind of leave it laying around. And a shower caddy was promptly bought.
Its that give and take that guarentees me having to hear him snore for the rest of our lives!

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

MySpace-December 23, 2007-Early Christmas

Joe and I came up to St. Joe on Friday night and have been hanging out since. I know that Joe is having a bit of a rough time because of shopping and I can be stressful but overall its been pretty good. There will be a full real Christmas/Joe's birthday blog after it actually happens.

Yesterday, it snowed like eight inches. I love it. Riley and I played in it today for awhile. I tried to make a real snowman per my last blog but the wasn't packing. I did manage to make a Devil's Tower ala Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

I miss my cat and know that he misses me. He got fixed Thursday and was in pretty good spirits when he realized that he wasn't being behind. He got a place on his belly shaved for a tattoo and had tons of green ink on it but its yet to be determined what the tattoo is of. My guess? A heart with a dagger through it and the word mom in a banner around it. I know that he will be all purrs and claws doing happy feet when we get back. (Joe will have to lock him out of the bedroom, I think.) I also hope that he's not all pussy abscessed scrotum when we return. That could be messy.

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

MySpace-December 20, 2007-Assorted...

 Well, I'm sort of late for this but last week was finals week. I'm glad that its over. Wednesday, we had pathology. I had an A going into the test and knew what I needed to get an A in the class. Well, I figured I got close to it if I got back some points (which I did get some back but some only half back. Err.) BUT the professor added nine points to the test meaning I had to get higher than I thought. And I didn't. But then they went back and added a five point curve. That still didn't push me up enough (those damn half points back because of poor spelling or something) and I ended up with a B in the class. An 89% B. That sucks.
Thursday, we had public health. I got an A on the final and an A in the class.
Friday, we had pharmacology. I only needed a 50% or so to get a C in the class and a B was impossible. I got a B on the final and a C in the class.
Overall, B, A, C, A (in business and this is an assumption). Not bad. Now that I am as competitive (at least in my mind) as my classmates, its a shame that early on I screwed myself over. My poor grades drove my GPA and class rank down. And while it is recovering, its a slower process than I would like. And I still look stupid if you look at my class rank. Which I don't actually know but am going to guess to be some where around the mid-50s.
Friday night, Joe and I went to a Christmas party at my friend Amberle's house. It was good times. Joe made some homemade egg nog. I didn't get sick from salmonella so I'm going to assume that no one else did either. We played a game that was fun-Apples to Apples. While we were playing, a guy that I went to high school with (and have tried to avoid on campus) came over because his girlfriend was there. We didn't talk and I'm okay with that. At least now, I can say 'I'm in vet school'.
Sunday, I left a sleeping Joe in my bed and went to DeSoto. I had a dentist appointment Monday. Monday, they didn't think that I had a cavity but the dentist got really excited about an 'infection' around my fake tooth so I had to get an appointment at the dentist that put it in. I went there Wednesday and he sent me to the surgeon that put my jaw back together and neither of them thought anything was wrong. And then I went back to the orginal dentist and got my teeth cleaned. Exciting I know.
Anyway, Monday I went down to Grandma's and helped clean out a bunch of stuff. Not much got thrown away but alot of stuff got pawned off on me. She said I should go through the house and lay claim to anything I want. Um, okay? There wasn't anything. I got alot of material. What am I going to do with it? I don't know. Some things I have a vague idea for but really, I don't know.
I hope if anyone got Roosevelt a neutering off of his Christmas list that they kept the reciept because he's getting that done right now. Poor cat. Stupid cat, woke me up at 4am by clawing me and didn't stop for three hours!! He missed me so much!
Random Winter Fact About Leslie: My pet peeve about snow? Snowmen that are made and have mud and stick and leaves and stuff in them. That's gross. If there isn't enough snow to make a proper snowman, don't make one. But I say that and I don't think I've ever made a snowman before.
So I'm ready for Christmas. I'm going to do lots of errands today. And fun things. Maybe bake some cookies tonight. I have to remember the cookie cutters though...I've got a pillow to make and I'm just killing time now, the only problem is that I am killing time to nothing since I got the times that the pet food store was open wrong. Stupid me. Off to grocery shop, I guess.


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

MySpace-December 11, 2007-Weekend

Joe and I had a fantastic weekend.
I went over to his place Friday so he could get his car towed and I could study for a quiz I had yet to take but...we got distracted and it took longer than expected. Around dinner time, I went to take my quiz and he went to my house. After I came home furious, we went to wal-mart and bought pizza makings. We had a good time making pizza. Saturday, we hung out and then went to a Mule Club party that evening. That was pretty fun. Sunday, we hung out until Joe had to chip his car out of the ice to go to work. I had a great weekend!
This week is finals week. Am I worried? No. Is this a good thing? No. I'm not sure what to think about not having studied all weekend and just now realizing I have a comprehensive final tomorrow. Well, not just now but mostly.

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

MySpace-December 7, 2007-Snow!

Yesterday afternoon, while I was still in class it started to snow. Maybe an inch or so by the time I left. I went to Joe's and we hung out some and then decided to go to dinner with Frei. By then it had snowed maybe three inches and the roads were no longer clear. Joe was going to get some gas and follow me over to my place, so I went ahead and left not remembering to tell him how terrible Columbia is in the winter-no one can drive and the roads are never cleared off. Since it was also rush hour, using that term loosely, it was taking me a long time to get home. I got this call on the way from Joe calling from Black And Gold, which is this bar near his house, seems he had put his car off into a ditch! I asked him what he planned on doing, what he wanted me to do. It was decided that I would come over this afternoon and call a tow truck for him since if I did it from my cell phone it would be free. (I have some fantastic roadside assistance!) Anyway, I also decided not to go to dinner since I hate driving in the snow and had planned on making Joe drive. I didn't get any studying done though because I had a terrible headache.
The worse part of all this? Not Joe putting his car in the ditch but the fact that since he didn't come over, I had to carry the two 70 pound sand bags from my apartment (on the second floor) down to my car! That sucked.

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

MySpace-December 6, 2007-Toys for Tots, Etc

Cats and Christmas don't mix. Yesterday, I decided to put up my Christmas decorations. I have two long strands of green garland that I hang up. They are pretty hard to do because the tacks don't want to go into the wall and I have to stand on the top of a bar stool (getting down from is just as hard and I ripped out the crotch of my jeans). Having a five pound cat hanging from the garland makes it even harder. I normally also decorate my fake tree with some ornaments and lights in addition to my Christmas tree but I didn't because Roosevelt likes to climb it. He however likes to knock the ornaments off of the Christmas tree and the tree off of the table. He likes to wrestle with it. At least this morning, he didn't claw my head as much as he normally does.
We had an open house meeting today. Supposedly everyone has to be on a committee but I refuse to join one. They tell me if I don't sign up that they will assign me to one. Go ahead. Do it. I dare you. It doesn't mean I'll work it. Last year, I didn't do anything because no one was organized enough to tell me what to do. AND I figure by the time I bring minis to the petting zoo, a Shetland for the horse show and work for both bovine club and mule club, I will have done enough. I was one of the first people there last year and one of the last to leave. I'll help clean up again. I'm fine with that. These are the things that make me mad. They try to get people involved, try to get them excited but they use the terms of 'you have to' and 'we'll assign you if you don't do something on your own free will but you don't have any free will because we're making you'. School makes me mad.
So Toys For Tots is finally over! Here's the deal. Before Thanksgiving, I heard on the radio that Y107 was having their Toys For Tots parade. To be in the parade, all you had to do was collect some toys. Wouldn't it be a great thing for the college to be in this parade with the mules? We could fill the wagon. The idea went over really, really well with everyone except for the Mule Club president. But he got outvoted and we were going to be in this parade. I spent alot of time collecting toys and running around. At one point there were six to eight trash bags of toys in the back of my car. Last Friday, we counte the toys and deterimed the winners of the competition that we were having. We collected nearly 200 toys. Unfortunatly, the parade that was with the radio station was canceled because of the bad weather. So then I had to find a way to get the toys to the radio station but Dr.Dodam wanted some pictures so I had to organize that and no one would tell me what they wanted to do. So yesterday we took pictures with the full wagon but we didn't take as many as Dr.Dodam had orginally planned and had talked about. Because of that we had to wait before taking the toys to the radio station. The morning DJ was supposed to meet us at a certain time but he wasn't there. We met a different DJ instead. I'm so glad its done!


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

MySpace-December 4, 2007-Video!

Its really more funny if you've just been analyzing QRS complexes...

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

MySpace-November 28, 2007-Kris Roe Show

I am really am only posting this because now I know someone will be stalking me to look for it.

Anyway, after being a loser and not finding anyone to join me at the conert, I went to the bar alone and took my seat at the bar. It wasn't very crowded and reminded me of old Ludo days. You know the ones, oh wait, you don't because you weren't there. It was me, Martha and Frei standing at the stage.

Anyway, I met this cool guy, Jeff and then his friend Mark. They were pretty good guys and I had a fantastic time being all crazy (well, I wasn't crazy really) and talking with them. They tell me I should attend more MoJo's shows with them...we'll have to see.

Additionally, at one point, HARLEY, the guy I have been secretly stalking for five years came up to the bar right next to me! I saw him later talking to someone I knew so I asked that guy what his name was...its secretly Parley. With a P. But I know, he'll always be Harley to us stalkers because well, that's cooler.

The concert its self was great. If I had known though that there were going to be three openers, I would of stayed at home and studied pharmacology some more. I need to. Monday is coming fast. Kris played the entire Blue Skies, Broken Hearts album and then some more songs however my favorite song (Unopened Letter To the World) did not get played. Tear. It was great but I got home too late. What can I say I'm old. But I did get all of my stuff done this morning including this blog...well, maybe not all of the stuff I should have but close.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/27/11]

MySpace-November 27, 2007-The next two years...

Well, let's see...first off, I won tickets to a Kris Roe (of The Ataris) acoustic set tonight at Mojo's. I'm pretty excited even if I have trouble finding someone to go with. He's playing the album 'Blue Skies, Broken Hearts...' in its entirety and the prints I wanted? On sale for less than half price. I think I might have to buy one for myself.

Last night, I called (instead of studying) one of my friends from DeSoto. We worked at McDonald's together. We don't really have anything in common any more which bothers me but I still like to chat. He catchs me up on things-who's married, who's having babies (both of which I envy somewhat). We talked about old times at McD's. That was really the best time of my life. I really like McDonald's and Joe scolds me for it. He tells me our kids won't eat it. And I understand his point. Why try to kill them early on? But I can't help but be crushed by it. He's smashing some of my happiest memories. My friend also told me that the first guy I ever really truely loved was working there again. This guy was the only person I ever felt really understood me. Even more than Joe.
So the next two years. We picked our clinic rotations yesterday. I picked 13th but had to go with my second choice. Orginally when analyzing the possible schedules, my first priority was to have block four open so I could get into an elective I wanted and then my second priority was to have food animal and our equine during the busy times of year. I had other assorted priorities that didn't matter so much. After Joe told me I was likely to fail out of vet school because of small animal medicine and surgery (what a jerk! No one fails out during clinics unless you kill everything you touch.), I revised my second choice to be avoiding small animal medicine and surgery as much as possible i.e. have it early and before the summer. Anyway, this time next year, I'll be accepting your small animals into medicine. I'll be a third year. So to explain-In May, I become a third year and sit in class for eight weeks, then six weeks of summer, then eight more weeks of class then off to clinics. May comes again and I become a fourth year until the next May when I graduate. Let me break down my clinic rotations (as if you care) and list some of the pros and cons.
Block 1-October 15-December 12, 2008-Small Animal Medicine-well, at least I'll get it out of the way.
Block 2-December 12, 2008-January 28, 2009-Equine Medicine and Surgery-its the dead of winter, I'll see nothing and when I do, I'll freeze my ass off doing it. At least, I like horses.
Block 3-January 28, 2009-March 11, 2009-Flex Block-This means I can do what I want during this time. I can take an elective or go on a preceptorship. Or get married.
Block 4-March 11-April 22, 2009-Flex Block-Same thing, except that I think I have an elective planned-Production Medicine.
Block 5-April 22-June 3, 2009-Small Animal Surgery-I'd warn your pets not to get hit by cars. I'll be busy. Very busy. Don't expect to see me or talk to me during these eight weeks.
Block 6-June 3-July 15, 2009-Flex Block-I always wanted to be a June bride. I'm not implying anything, just saying...
Block 7-July 15-Early-September, 2009-Pathology-Let your animals die and I'll tell you why! I secretly love path!
Block 8-Early-September through Mid-October, 2009-Medical Specialties-theriogenology, ophthalmology, oncology. I hear that this isn't bad and I get to palpate some cows.
Block 9-Mid-October through Early December, 2009-Medical Sevices-radiology, anesthesiology. I don't really care anymore.
Block 10-Early December through Late January, 2010-Food Animal Medicine and Surgery-Again, I won't see hardly anything and when I do, I'll freeze my ass off.
Block 11-Late January through Mid-March, 2010-Flex Block-See above. Now I could start looking for a job, or retake boards if I failed them the first time. Can you say 'SENIORITIS'? Can you get that in vet school?
Block 12-Mid-March though Mid/Late May, 2010-Flex Block-Again, see above except keep in mind that I am graduating this block. I could in theory go find a job, get moved where ever and then come back and graduate. Pretty sweet.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/27/11]

MySpace-November 18, 2007-Faux Thanksgiving

Please understand my hatred for laptops and typing anything on them...so pardon my errors...
By some stroke of luck, my classes on Friday were canceled, essentially starting Thanksgiving break a day early but I had a quiz to take and took my sweet time doing. I also woke up late Friday and had other stuff to do before Joe and I could make our way to St.Joe.
On our way, we stopped in Concordia for a restroom break. We stopped at Fat Boyz. I noticed on their sign that it was 'Frogleg Fridays'. I made the suggestion half in joke that we should get some froglegs knowing his prediliction for odd meat. But really should you trust frog legs from the gas station? However, once inside they looked good and half of them disappeared in the time it took for Joe to go to the bathroom.  We bought two pairs-Joe said you could tell which were frog legs because they had the butt. And no sooner than we did than some lady came in and wanted some and the clerk had to say that she just sold the last ones and it would be another six minutes. Anyway, because of their fried and gross  nature, we decided to eat them in the car. You all know me, I'm not the biggest weird food eater. But I was excited. Frog legs are supposed to taste like chicken right? Oh yeah they do. The resemble chicken in both taste and texture. Joe and I each had one that was slightly fishy too-mine was also a little slimey. But I love frog legs. Now we'll have to coordinate our St.Joe visits on Friday in time to pass through Concordia at dinner for froglegs at the gas station.
Saturday, we just hung out. We went past his Grandpa John's house with Jackie where they have been doing massive cleaning. There are probably 50+ years worth of stuff there. It reminded me alot of when we played in Grandma Pope's basement as kids and when my mom helped her clean it out. There was all kinds of interesting things. Joe picked out some things to take with him, including some cookie cutters that he knew I would regret not taking to make cookies with, with our kids in the future. Additionally, he picked up a cane from the 1933 World's Fair that turned out to be worth $150! Well, one in better condition is. The best part was Jackie letting me throw out all of the stuff in the bathroom out of the medicine cabinet-old medicines and stuff. It was the best part ever. I might of got slightly wet. (That's the kind of thing that I know everyone will enjoy reading.)
Today (Sunday), Thanksgiving dinner was made. It was great and Joe got everyone all mushy and made everyone's ovaries hurt. Including his own. He simply can not wait for kids from anyone which makes everyone else excited too. I hate that the reality is two plus years and one marriage away...


[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/20/11]

MySpace-November 15, 2007-Random Story

I zipped my neck up in my hoodie this morning. It hurt!
I noticed random small scratches at my hairline when I brushed my hair this morning. Little kitten scratches from little kitten feet that want me to wake up or at least put the covers down so he can get a good angle at 'massaging' my neck.

Random Story-
One afternoon, Riley and I were hanging out on my bed studying. Riley was looking out the window enjoying the breeze and we both heard a rustling noise. It didn't stop anytime soon and Riley was quite enthralled with it. I figured it was probably a cat or deer or something and looked out too. What did I see? A ground hog with his head stuck in a potato chip bag! Feeling a sudden urge to help what surely was a helpless creature and not thinking that most likely that ground hogs are assholes, I ran to put on my flip flops (adequate protection for animal rescuing) and ran outside. My plan was to simply grab the bag and pull. No sooner than I got outside then the ground hog had managed to step on the bag and rip it from his head. We looked at each other for a minute and I'm pretty sure that he gave me the finger. In a ground hog sort of way.


[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/20/11]

MySpace-November 14, 2007-My Mother

Well, some other quick updates.
The cat, Roosevelt, is doing well. I think I have the flea situation corrected or at least at levels as to render them undetectable. I had him microchipped on Sunday.
We are in the mist of picking our schedules for when we go over to clinics. I have 13, which means I'll get to pick a good schedule BUT the thing I forgot in my excitement was that I get 13th to last selection for electives. Its not a huge deal, I guess. It doesn't matter much when I take certain things.
Anyway, knowing that I had these selections coming up (we do the selection Monday after Thanksgiving break), I asked Joe if there was a certain time of year that he'd prefer to get married, and thus I'd arrange a block without a rotation in that time. (He's promised me I'll graduate as Dr. Mulvaney but I don't really care.) He didn't.
So the next day, I was talking to my mom about this schedule business and I jokingly told her about what I asked Joe and she flipped out. Last year, I declared to her that I was likely to marry Joe. She took it surprisingly well. So now, she goes on this tirad about how I shouldn't get married before graduating and how its a horrible idea. How will I have time for a new marriage? she asks. How would I have time for a new marriage with a new career? I ask. Then it all comes down to she wants me to graduate as Dr. Pope. What does it matter? No one will know you as Dr.Mulvaney. No one will know me as Dr.Pope in Pennsylvania either. Then the real reason comes out-when the announcement that I graduated vet school comes out in the local newspaper, she wants to make sure that everyone in our town/county knows that I did! How selfish is that?
Then I talk to her later after both of us have talked to my little brother, Jerry. He's told her that I plan on getting married next week. Why would he tell me that?, she asks. Because he's an asshole maybe? She's all like, I'd hope that you would have more respect for us than to run off. I told her I did, as I wanted to wear a pretty dress and get lots of presents. (Generally what defers me anytime.)
So my mom is freaking out about me getting married. I'm pretty sure as bad as it sounds, its freaking out because I want to marry Joe. If it was Jeremiah from DeSoto, it would be all fine I'm sure...
Normally, mom and I get along really well. The problem comes because we are so much alike when one of us gets into a snit we butt heads rather violently. Joe always tells me that I should apolygize but that's not how it works with us. He doesn't know. And then when Joe and I fight, he says mean things about my parents-how he knows why my dad is so quiet. He says I'm like my mom-in a bad way-I know I am but he shouldn't say those things since he doesn't really know my mom either. Wait, this wasn't about me and Joe...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 14, 2006

I'm not a veterinarian...but I might as well be...

Okay, so yesterday's histo test. Devistating. I say that not having looked at any of my grades.
Yesterday, I wore khakis, brown mules, a navy polo and a burgany sweater. Today, I wore jeans, my Smoker t-shirt and tennis shoes. And a hoodie. I intended to honestly wear something else-khakis-but a lack of time caused jeans to be the way to go...and me to miss my first class. (There's a difference between skipping and missing!)
So why did I miss my first class? Well, let me tell you why. Last night, I was very tired. I went to bed at ten (after eating way too much pizza and doing some studying) and tried to go to bed with Riley. She wasn't bad but she wasn't good. Anyway, before I went to sleep (and then was woken up by Joe), Adam who is a second year and working on the study called and said that there wasn't anything going on at the farm but still someone should check. I called the next person and told her that I would happily go out to the farm to check. So 2am rolls around and I roll out of bed and into action. I hiked it down the pasture and checked the cows. #805 was off by herself and as I got closer, I noticed why. She had a hoof sticking out of her vuvla. She was having a baby. After a very, very long half an hour or more, I got her up the hill and into the barn. I laid down in my car for twenty minutes assured that everything was there for there to be a calf alive and already born when I got up. No such luck. So I got the chains and hooked them up and pulled. And pulled. And pulled some more. Then finally, in all of its warm, gooeyness the calf came tumbling out. Only to be followed by another set of hoolves! TWINS! So I repeated the process and was rewarded with a second live baby girl! Aww...However, mama cow wasn't so hot. She went into something called milk fever, which as my third year friends may recall (and correct me on) is caused when a cow puts so much of her bodily calcuim into milk that she doesn't have anything left for such actions as muscle contractions or nerve impulses. Anyway, eventually, I got it sorted out as to what I was supposed to do and when to go check on the cows one more time. The first time #898 looked a little off. This time she was licking a calf. Great. So rounding up some help (Julie Sampson from animal science was there to work on 805 because she's running a study too) we throw the calf into the truck and drove up the hill. Julie returned to fetch the very slow and annoyed cow. I processed that bunch and then it was like 7:30 and I was covered in straw, manure, blood and everything that comes out of a uterus with a calf. I need a bath and thus was late for school. And had a perfectly good night of sleep ruined.
Sunday night around 5pm, I drove out to the dairy farm to check my cows one last time (at this time it was thought that 805 might be thinking about having a baby). Anyway, there near the office was a beat up white car. I thought that maybe they had an accident and were calling for help. As I passed it, it didn't look right. I talked briefly to Julie and looked back towards the car only to see a head pop up! And then in the time it took me to walk through the barn and into the pasture. The car was gone. However, they had merely pulled onto the outer/farm road. At that time, Julie and this kid left and saw the car. The kid drove up past it to see what was going on. And something was going on...if you know what I mean. (Cue porno music) Why would you have sex in a car at 5 in the afternoon when its still roughly light? Why would you pull into the dairy farm? There were cars in the parking lot! Ugh. Kids these days...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 12, 2006

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40255643/

A unusual weekend update

I'm studying for histo. Its not hard. I never think that it is but consistently get Cs. Anyway, it sucks and I am having a hard time getting a grasp on it.
I got an 80% in my physiology quiz. I shook the guy next to me when I thought I had at least a 60.
My parents came up to visit yesterday. We looked at the mules, hung out, went shopping and at lunch. I had a good time.
Riley was being incredibly cute yesterday and this morning. She tired herself out playing in the hall with all of her toys last night. And spent this morning asleep on my bed with me while I alternated between looking at old tests and falling asleep myself.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

MySpace-November 8, 2007-My Cat Tried to Kill Me

 Life with the stray cat (Roosevelt) has been pretty good lately.
I've got some false leads on an owner but they haven't amounted to anything. I gave him a pill to kill the fleas but it didn't seem to work like it was supposed to. But he seems better. I have some other medicine to put on him. I might give him a bath first though.
I'm considering getting him microchipped on Sunday. I know he's not mine and I'm not declaring him so until Christmas break when I get him neutered. But the microchip is super cheap and would almost be worth it even if he did belong to someone else.
The cat is no longer afraid of Riley. And Riley has cut back on her barking and herding the cat. She still does some and licks/bites at the cat. He doesn't seem to mind. Last night, Riley and Roosevelt were wrestling on my lap. Joe and I never laughed so hard. Riley would bite the cat's ears and stomach and Roosevelt would hit her with his paws. We took them for a walk shortly afterwards and Roosevelt was fairly good on a harness. He did keep wanting to lay down though.
Roosevelt sleeps with me at night. Its pretty nice except for the fact that he loves to give these massages right on my neck. Last night, he stepped on my trachea so hard that I woke up, threw him off and coughed. He was choking me! I could of died! I'm not so sure about this cat...


[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

MySpace-November 5, 2007-Define 'Pet Hoarder'

 See Also: Veterinary Student.
We knew it would happen eventually. We knew that it would be more likely to happen since I flushed that fish a couple of weeks ago. We knew that eventually I'd get a cat.
Friday night, I went to dinner up the street and there was this cat, more like a kitten following these people. He didn't cross the road when they did and I was afraid he'd get hit by a car. I called him and found the most super sweet cat ever!
He's young. He's not fixed. He's orange/yellow and white and I call him Roosevelt.
I've done everything I can possibly do to find his owners. (His nails are super short-trimmed?, he's super friendly and litter box trained...meaning someone is missing him?) I had him scanned for a microchip, I filled out a found cat report at the humane society (the lady that possibly could be his owner didn't seem to think it was her cat nor too thrilled at the possiblity that someone had him), I put up posters, I put a notice on Craigs list (the newspaper was too expensive).
Anyway, I'm not as enthused with this cat as I should be. Joe enjoys this of course seeing something I wanted so badly blow up in my face so to speak. But while he declared I could get a cat but he'd do nothing except clean its litter box AND only if I was pregnant (so I didn't get the toxoplasmosis), he seems to like Roosevelt an awful lot.
I do like this cat enough though. Riley enjoys trying to herd him places but he's having no part in it. And I did get a sensual neck massage last night.
But eventually, this cat will need more than Special Kitty cat food and a borrowed litter box. Eventually, he'll need some flea control (as in yesterday), some toys, some shots, some neutering. I hate to pour all of this money into this cat only to have him belong to someone else. Someone else that won't pay me back for taking their cat's balls. So I'm going to wait till Christmas break and then do those things...except for the flea stuff. That will be today or tomorrow...
For those of you at home keeping score, its one dog that scared of everything she can't eat, one rabbit that's scared of nothing and one cat who might only be scared with the dog barks in his face.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/6/11]

MySpace-October 28, 2007-Dog Costume Contest

Yesterday was the dog costume contest at PetCo. I've been preparing for weeks for it by making Riley's costume-an ear of corn. I don't know why we hadn't thought about it sooner but she was a corn dog!!!
Riley absolutly despised wearing her costume but loves going to PetCo. We got in the store and there was some technical difficulties with the costume but they were easily fixed by some felt strips, safety pins and masking tape to keep her hat on in the right position.
Riley was fantastic at PetCo. She calmed right down and sat at my feet. I have some picture of her but I don't know if I can get them posted. But I'll post a picture of the prototype in my photos.
Anyway, eventually the pets (all dogs except for a gerbil dressed as a pizza and a cat in a pumpkin hat) (about 12-15+) were judged and awards given.
RILEY TOTALLY WON! We got a certificate, blue ribbon and a $15 gift card with which we're going to by Teddy Kellerman a hay rack and some dog treats, too. And Joe told me I wasn't going to win....

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/2/11]

MySpace-October 25, 2007-Waiting For My Real Life To Begin

I know I do alot of complaining on MySpace in my blogs but I feel that its a good place to vent my frustrations with school esp. and you can tell that I have alot at all times. But I really don't think that my life is too bad.

I live in a great town that is so diverse that you can find anything and everything, including pig's testicles to cook and eat, if you look hard enough. I have a great little apartment that actually has furniture in it! And a washer and dryer and cable! What more could a college kid ask for? I have a car that works really well and pretty consistantly. I have a cute rabbit named Lil' Teddy Kellerman and a cute dog named Riley. I have a great family. I have some great friends.  And a super fantastic boyfriend despite all of our fights (mostly I think because he tries to fix too much and we're so much alike) who has a great family too and a super fun son. And even better, he lives in town now! I'm a little over two and half years away from having the job that I've wanted all of my life. School is tough and discouraging at times but overall, I'm doing well at it. So things are pretty great...
But I can't help wanting things to fast forward some. I can't wait to graduate vet school and finally be done. To finally be able to say I know something and use it with the passion that so often gets hidden because of the shear pressure of vet school itself. I can't wait to move from Columbia and my little apartment into some rural town and have a house with pastures and barns full of ponies and horses, goats and dairy calves and chickens. I can't wait to have some cats. I can't wait to get married (preferably to that fantastic boyfriend mentioned above!) and have a baby. (Preferably in that order despite all of my talk to the contrary). My life is running in a large circle now and knowing that its going to be years before I can vear off of that path makes me sad. Not too sad, but sad enough that I want it to come faster.

So for now, I'll have to just look forward to those things. But I still wish there was something closer to look forward too...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/2/11]

MySpace-October 23, 2007-Stuff Revisited

Well, I may have spoken too hastily yesterday about Open House. I think now instead of firmly being opposed to being a commitee head, I'll do so on a case by case basis. If given the opportunity, I'll run what I think is important and intests me. Otherwise, like I said, I'll be happy hanging out with my mom and Nell, the pony, staying with Mule Club and running the cow milking for Bovine Club. Now they are also looking for a new tri-chair. While this is a huge responsiblity, I know that no one would listen to me. I WOULD like to do it because I think I would make sure everyone knew what was going on and that we ASKED the first years for their help rather than DEMANDING it. Those were problems last year. Joe said I should volunteer to be a commitee head but he doesn't seem to know yet how I work. I'd rather not do anything and complain about how poorly it went later.

My dog's costume is coming along great! She's going to be a giant ear of corn. She pooped in her crate last night. Well, more like outside of it on the kitchen floor. I don't know what was going on there.

Pharmacology will be the end of me. I hate it. Its like chemistry and geometry combined. And the teacher sucks. And she gets things wrong when she's trying to teach us. And there is no textbook. Joe suggested that if I was going to struggle with it and the teacher isn't teaching me (I am and she's not) then I should consider studying with a group of people. What he doesn't seem to get yet (still) is that studying with others infuriates me to the point that I learn less than I would of learned confusing myself. I'm not opposed to asking for help. Just opposed to working with people. He also suggested that I should be worried (which I'm not). But worrying doesn't get me anywhere. I lay on my couch more watching TV. I eat more and get fatter. I fall asleep more on my book. That's where worrying gets me. Joe is so full of helpful suggestions that won't work for me because I am stubborn and he doesn't get it.

Do you think that exotic dancers in clubs make some sort of base wage in addition to tips? They would have to I would think. I had a dream about that last night and I wasn't doing so good so hopefully there was minimum wage to back up my $30 or $40 in tips....


[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

MySpace-October 22, 2007-Stuff

 Well, let's see...

Friday, I took a quiz and did bad on it. Admittedly, I didn't do much studying. I wasn't into it. Then I hung out with the mules. Joe and I hung out at my house in the evening and I spent most of the time half asleep on the couch.

Saturday, I was in the Mizzou homecoming parade with the mules. Mizzou has the oldest homecoming in the nation and probably one of the largest. Joe was in a grumpy mood because of the stupidity of MU football fans and the proximity of my apartment to the stadium. We watched Transformers and then went to the dog park. After that we went on a grocery store field trip.

Sunday was simply more hanging out. I did some homework.

Anyway, our grocery store field trip. Joe had heard from this guy at this work that Moser's had all of the weird meat that you could ever imagine. We went there not really looking to buy something but just to see what we could. There was frozen alligator meat, calimari, frog legs, crawdad meat and whole ones. Then in the fresh meat case there was all sorts of craziness! Beef liver, kidneys, hearts, leg bones and feet! Like feet with the hide still on! Then pork wise in addition to chittlings, there were hog's feet, stomachs, snouts, and ears! And the best was definatly hog testicles. They were huge! Turkey and chicken wise there were the typical necks, hearts, gizzards, and livers. Joe asked the meat clerk if they had chicken feet and they did, just not out! So sometime we're going to have a crazy meat feast though I refuse to eat organ meats because they taste too iron-y.

Today, we had a meeting about Open House. The tri-chairs that organize the whole thing were decided on and they are the same people that run everything as usual. I don't plan on being the head of anything (though you are certain to hear how poorly everything is being run) because no one listens to me and I am invisible. And should people want me to help with things, I will tell them that. I will help with running open house, I will stand out with my parents and my pony, I will stand with the mules and I will stand with the dairy cow BUT I WILL NOT RUN ANYTHING. I still will complain. You knew that though.

I gots the baby fever. I can't help it.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

MySpace-October 16, 2007-Week/Weekend Review

Let me break last week down for you-
Monday-dreaded upcoming finals.
Tuesday-took a 15 point test in pathology-the class that has been the bane of my existance this block. Got a B. Took a parasitology quiz and lab exam. Got a 100% on both.
Wednesday-took a bacteriology test. Got a 95% A. This was the best grade I had got all semester. Now why didn't I do that sooner? I have a B in the class but only because of a fucked up grading scale. Damn those other students and their test files.
Thursday-Took my virology final and missed two. Later got the points back for the two and got a 100%. The test was open book but I think I would of done okay even without studying. I should have an A in that class provided I calculated points right and the professor rounds up. Then I took a pathology final. It sucked and I got some questions wrong that I shouldn't have. I think I got a high D/low C on it BUT I should have a C in the class before any curve or points were given back. One of my classmates said something nasty to me which I will  relate later.
Friday-I took a paraisiology final that I didn't study for enough and got a B. I should have a B in that class.
Finals tally-A,A,D/C, B
Overally tally-B,A,C,B   not too bad...

So the weekend-Friday after class I went over to Joe's for some nap time, which is always nice. Later that night (much later), we caught up with my friends at McNally's and drank some beer. We came home, drank some more and watched TV. Went to bed way too late. It rained all day Saturday and I cleaned my house. Sunday my parents came up but didn't stay long. They saw Joe's apartment and we bought some material for some dresses that I plan to make. They took us out to eat at Red Lobster! That was pretty much the weekend.

I'm a little worried about this block's classes-pathology(again!), pharmacology, business, and public health. Public health of course, while boring, I enjoy esp. since today we watched videos of meat inspection in the slaughter house. Pharmacology involves too much chemistry...I don't understand. And I may of been sleeping too.

Okay, got to get going....TO BE CONTINUED.

Anyway, last week after the pathology exam, I was sitting in the hallway, visibly upset looking up some answers to questions that I had missed and believed that I had gotten correct. This girl, Peggy, comes strolling down the hallway and asks if I was still here. 'Yes' And then she asks if I would still be here on Monday! (As in did you fail out?) I hadn't calculated my grade yet but said that I thought so. What a bitchy thing to say! Yeah, a general statement of no one was doing well in pathology can be made but Peggy didn't know my grades and sure is hell shouldn't be asking people (esp. those that are visibly upset) if they were going to be at school on Monday. There are more tactful ways of putting it. Such as 'how did you do?' or 'Are you doing okay?'Its things like this that make people not like her...

Then bovine club was a cluster fuck as usual. As you know, I was running for president against someone that hadn't even been a member last year nor has shown any interest in bovine up until running for president (Jordan) and against someone that said she would drop out and was only running if no one else ran (Jill). Truth be told I was the only one that actually gave a rat's ass and people should of known that. Thursday we got the election results and I lost. I really saw that coming but still have the right to be upset. Ugh. Just another example of the stupid popularity games that go on in vet school.

Last night, I went out with a girl from my high school class. She had done undergrad at MU and off and on we would see each other. Diana was up here interviewing people for internships at her job. Anyway there were a bunch of her friends including someone else from our high school class. We didn't really talk; it was awkward. I hadn't seen this guy since the day we graduated. It wasn't like I hated him in high school; I just didn't feel any need to play catch up with him.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

MySpace-October 7, 2007-Upcoming Week.

Well, this week is finals week. I hate it. I have six tests in various forms. If things turn out as planned, I'm looking at three Bs and a C. Lord, help me for a C.

Joe took Riley to St.Joe this weekend and from what I understand it was an adventure. It was good to have both of them back to me on Sunday. I missed them both. Joe more than Riley probably.

Is there a good way to kill a fish? My goldfish is on his last fin and I don't have the heart to flush him while he's sort of alive.

This weekend, we are either going to see my parents and grandma OR my mom is coming here. I'm secretly hoping for the later. Maybe I'll get some free lunch  out of the deal.

My weekend-Friday, I studied and then watched movies and got drunk on my couch by myself. It sounds sad but was really fun! Saturday, I went shopping, did some studying and remembered why it sucks to live so close to the stadium. An hour before kickoff against Nebraska and the parking lot was a madhouse of drunkenness. And Sunday, I didn't study as much as I should have. Oh well.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

MySpace-October 4, 2007-How Vaccines Work

Well, I was studying the other night and trying to read my virology notes while on the phone with Joe and I mentioned something about vaccinations in cats and so I had to explain how vaccines work. With a crazy analogy.

The purpose of vaccinations is to prime the immune system for illness. A vaccine normally consists of either dead bacteria/viruses or bacteria/viruses that have been changed so that they can't cause disease. When you give a vaccine, the body reacts to it like it was really getting sick.
So its like this, basically you are showing your body's soldiers a picture of Osama Bin Laden and gave them a breifing. Now they know what he looks like and the next time they see him, your body's soldiers (antibodies that have been made against the bacteria/virus aka Osama Bin Laden) can attack and kill because they know all of the secrets already. The same thing can happen if you get the disease. You get the disease (a breifing), your body builds up troops specifically knowing what they need to do and then if you see Osama again you can kill him.
But then there are diseases that cause latent infections. These diseases are hiding out like Al Qaeda in their caves/cells. And sometimes if you give a vaccination/breifing for these diseases, they prevent you from getting sick but not having the disease. Then you become a persistant shedder. So now its like you've shown the antibodies/soldiers a picture of Osama Bin Laden and they know what he looks like and their just hanging out on their tour of duty waiting to see him. But then he's there. Only he's shaved his beard and took off the turban so the soldiers don't recognize him. He's in the background. He's the cook. The soldiers don't attack because they don't know its him. And he's multiplying--i.e. bringing in more Al Qaeda members and pretty soon they leave your body/country and move to the US, err...someone else's body. And there they carry out their terrorism plans because odds are that body/country's soldiers havn't seen a picture of him before.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

MySpace-October 3, 2007-Ugh.

School is pretty rough right now. Next week is finals week.

Monday, I had a test and got a 52% on it. That really sucked because I studied pretty hard for it on Sunday. However, the entire class is doing poorly which makes me feel good about myself. Hopefully, they curve the class to prevent everyone from failing it; hopefully, its enough that I don't get a D either. I am prepared for it just in case.
Yesterday, I had another test and got a low B on it. I was happy with that but could of used some more points to pad that grade.
Yesterday was also the bovine club meeting in which officer elections were to occur. However, no one wanted to run for anything and we had to take nominations for people that wern't there. So now we're doing an electronic ballot which will take some more time. I am running for president. I am really passionate about this but I am running against two very popular people. One guy has never shown any interest in bovine club and even the third years are mad he's running. The other is the secretary currently but didn't even show up for this meeting. I hear though that she might drop out because she was only going to be nominated if nobody was running. I think she won't though because she'll think that she can beat me and she's a bitch like that. We'll see what happens!

Off to stick my arm up a cow's ass!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

MySpace-September 28, 2007-The Smartest, Understimulated Dog Ever Pt. II

Okay, here are some more cute stories about my cute dog!
The other night, Joe came over to distract me from doing my homework. And Riley was hanging out with us hoarding attention as usual. I have a stuffed tiger that Joe got for me one Valentine's Day that plays 'Eye of The Tiger' and punches the air when you press its paw. Riley is terrified of it and whenever you play it she normally runs to her crate. (Her greatest fear is of anything technology-the vaccuum, cameras, cell phones but she's taken to barking and growling at the phone thinking its a game.) Anyway, Joe and I started being dumb and he started dancing and singing 'Eye of the Tiger'. Riley started acting nervous. He started dancing again and I started singing instead. Riley eyed the tiger on my desk and was gone like a flash into the kitchen and into her crate!
The other night, I was studying in my bedroom and I could hear Riley in the hallway. She was running around, throwing herself against the wall and scooting on her back which is what she does when she is really excited. I wondered what she had gotten into so I got up and looked. She had gone  into my bathroom, picked up a sliver or soap off of the edge of the tub and was eating it! She didn't like the taste and everytime she took a bite,she had to rub her mouth, head and then her back on everything! She's so silly.

I went to the dairy last night to check for calves. The cows weren't doing anything but I had someone with me that I was teaching. I noticed that 45 (Irene)-who is the oldest, sweetest cow ever (She's like 15 which is twice the average dairy cow's lifespan.) was missing. I thought maybe she had died so I looked it up in the log book and she had been sold! She had eye cancer. I feel terrible. I don't think I can eat hamburgers for awhile.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

MySpace-September 26, 2007-The Smartest, Understimulated Dog Ever!

(at Joe's request)

Mine!

Here's another incrediably cute story about my incrediably cute dog, whose cuteness is only rivaled by Laura's dog, Lily.
Last night, I gave Riley a rawhide bone. Sometimes she goes straight to town on them, sometimes not. I was in my room studying and Riley kept bringing me her bone. I'd throw it and she kept bringing it back. Eventually, she climbed up on the bed and wedged it next to me and the pillows and tried to push the sheets over it with her nose. Knowing that she was trying to hide it, I stuffed it under the pillows but then she was upset about not knowing where it was. I dug it out and gave it back. Riley then takes the bone, stuffs it between my lower legs and then pulls the sheet over them! She runs off and does her dog stuff and later comes back and pulls out the bone and starts to eat it! She's so smart! She wanted to bury it for later!

I need a good costume idea for her! Think of one!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

MySpace-September 24, 2007-Smoker, Weekend, etc

[EDIT-This post had pictures of me being drunk with friends. If I wanted to, I could post them. I'm lazy.-LP-9/25/11]
This will be a To Be Continued...I am sure...(class and all that)
Thursday, despite having a test on Friday, I went to Twilight Festival with the mule club. It was a little slow. I told Joe that he should come down and visit. He called me at 8:30 wondering where I was. At the mule barn. He was downtown. I met him and walked around with him; it was fun, but my test suffered the next day-C. Poo.
Friday night was the ever infamous Smoker! I don't remember much and not because I was trashed (I was.) but just because nothing notable happened. I drank, had dinner, drank, smoked a cigar, watched some skits, drank, hung out and did some dancing and drinking. There are some really good pictures of me and my friends and me and Joe.
Rachel Ray, Amberle, Me and Laura-The Providence Hill Gang

Me and Josh

Me and Zach...yes, it is what it looks like.

Me and Joe

Me and my two boyfriends-Classroom boyfriend, Kevin and real boyfriend, Joe.

Saturday, Joe and I went to a painful party at Glenn Rehn's house. I say painful because even Glenn didn't know anyone...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

MySpace-September 24, 2007-The Continuation of Before

Well, I got the pictures fixed sort of. Some are really small which is how they downloaded to my album. At least you can see them now.
Anyway, Saturday, Glenn's party. I wasn't having a great time and Joe said that I should of talked to some people but I explained to him that these were the people that would see my animal science t-shirt and think I got it at the thrift store because who on earth would want a degree in animal science? These are the same people that will shut down the animal science program in fifteen to twenty years saying that family farming is wrong because they have to use all sorts of antibiotics and pesticides to stay competitive and corporate farming is wrong because its cruel and unnatural. These are the same liberals that don't understand what it means to be a dairy vet because milk comes from soybeans, right? (Brian, I hope you read this rant against the liberals and enjoy it. Martha, I hope you read it and take a step back and remember I'm talking about the type of people that hang out with Glenn. And if not, leave me alone.) Anyway, we left and hung out at my house watching Misery and talking.
Sunday, I did a little bit of homework. We took Riley to the dog park where she rolled in dried goose poop and a dead snake. She got a bath when we got home. I made pot roast and potatoes but was crushed when the hour or two cook time I was promised by my mother turned into more like three/three and a half. It was good though-the surface may of been a little over done but it was juicy-probably because of the solid vein of fat that was in it. Yum.

Randomness-
For Halloween, I think I am going to be a diner waitress. I bought a costume pattern off of e-bay and will make the costume.
I need a costume idea for Riley though. PetCo is sure to have a costume contest closer to Halloween. I can pretty much make a costume to look like anything, I just need a final idea. I have thought of an ear of corn, a shepardess (though this would be better if someone would have their dog be a sheep...maybe Laura's dog), a goose or a chicken. It has to be good, I want to win! (She doesn't fit into her dinosaur costume anymore; I gave it away last week to my neighbors with the corgi puppy.)

Joe may of convinced me to grow out my hair. Saturday night at the party, he said that he kept mistaking some emo-y boys in girl jeans for me. Hmmm. I wish I was in a coma and could wake up with long hair.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

MySpace-September 19, 2007-Robbed! (Figuratively)

So I told you all how in parasitology we have an unknown and I won the drawing a couple of weeks ago...Well, today my name was drawn again. I was excited. I never win anything much less anything twice. There was instant grumbling about me having already won and our class president as well as the TA doing the drawing were like 'Do you mind sharing the joy?' As in 'You don't win; we're drawing another name.' Of course, I had to say no, I didn't mind. I can't be stingy even though I really didn't want to share. It had never been stated that you couldn't win more than once otherwise I would of stopped IDing the unknown. Ugh.
Then as predicted my smoker skit was cut. I figured it would be; the only thing that made me feel better was some of the other random red carpet ones got cut too. So it wasn't just because I'm not popular. But then even though I told the people that I wanted to present an award, I was passed over. Apparently, I don't look like any celebrities. That really makes me upset because I really wanted to do that and had told people so. I watched all of the smoker skits today; they were alot funnier when they were ideas. At least alcohol will make them funnier again.
I really feel like crying. Haven't done that in a week or two.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

MySpace-September 17, 2007-Ludo Concert

Well, let's recap last week. Had a test Monday and got a D. However, it seems to be the average for that test though no official word has come out yet. Had a test on Friday and got an A.
Riley made a new friend this weekend. I had my neighbor, classmate and friend, Laura, watch her while I went to Lawrence for the Ludo show. I came back early and Laura stopped by on Sunday afternoon with her dog, Lily. Riley was excited to see them both. They trotted around the place wagging tails (or butts in Riley's case) and Riley jumped up and down on Laura. Another misbehaved vet student dog. At least, she's not big.
So anyway, Saturday afternoon I drove out to Lawrence. Of course, that day KU had a home game so the town was hopping. I found a very close parking space, ate some chipotle and waited on the show. Two bands played, then ABJ and then Ludo. Justin and this girl Zoey showed up as did Dave (Allison) and his girlfriend. (I'm holding off comments on that.)
Anyway, I've decided that I'm too old for this kind of stuff. I get tired easily. And it was loud. And the average age in the room was roughly 18 give or take a few years. And Ludo doesn't appricate me as much as I think they should. (Whatever. That's my own issue and I know the answer to it.) And it also made me realize how little I cared about the people on the message board. They didn't recognize me not that I recognized them. I could care less about you or the Warrensburg people or the KC people or pretty much anyone else.
As for the show its self, Ludo has now taken to having two huge inflatable cherries on stage. I hate it. Not entirely though. Tim Ferrell kept running into them. Tim is looking more like his old self-dark t-shirts (very emo-y though because of how tiny it was), dark jeans (I think they were girl jeans) and while not his patented rock boots, chuck, which are better anyday than what he was pulling off before. His hair as always was a mane of beauty. Longer than normal and perhaps darker too. If I could have his hair (or Martha's very similar hair), I would grow my hair out. Overall, their set was good. Not great, but good. No Kevin Arnold or Laundry Girl.
As for ABJ, they were fantastic! Now they had some kinks that come with not playing together on stage for years and they had some equipment problems but the show was really good. I wish now that I had taken the time to get to know them like I know Ludo. It wouldn't of been hard. Anyway, I think that had it not been for assorted problems (most of which probably came from bloated egos (I might be wrong about this)), that Anything But Joey is the better band compared to Ludo. Their songs, granted made using the cookbook formula of pop punk, are better and catchier. They are very comparable with wit and hooky lines as to Fall Out Boy. I miss ABJ.
And in my lament, here are some short stories of times past. Remember the first time we saw Ludo? It was May, we were sophomores, Leslie Hall was pouting about not going to GDI back in the dorms, there was a tornado and it was just Tim Ferrell and Andrew? Remember taking over alot of the computer labs on campus to vote for Ludo to win something? Remember going to St.Joe and leaving impossibly late only to make a detour into Kansas? Remember going to St.Joe to see ABJ over Thanksgiving break and hearing that they were breaking up, Martha? Remember them dedicating a song to me because I knew all of the words to every song and you, Martha, getting mad because you burned me the CDs? Remember trying to sneak the ferret into the Blue Note? Remember Brad Savage? Remember standing behind the Blue Note rolling up t-shirts for the breaking fall tour? Remember riding in the van over to Justin and Erica's house? Remember meeting Justin and Erica? Remember sitting in the van listening to Broken Bride out at Midway? Yeah, good times.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

MySpace-August 31, 2007-Reason #833

[EDIT: I deleted names and company names. I can't believe this was so long ago. I was so angry regarding this and the constant drama that went on during vet school. LP-9/6/11]

Of why I hate my class...

I've learned that anyone can read anything on the internet and interpret it anyway they see fit. I also have learned that you need to be prepared for the backlash of it and even the most professional people don't have to be professional...I don't plan on being professional here. This is my personal life and I'd like to separate it from my school/professional life.

Let me give you all some background. We have a website here at school where the professors post notes, power points, homework, pretty much everything. In two of my classes, I go to this site and print notes from it. Inconvienent but better than not having any notes at all. Another class posts power points but last year we purchased a packet of notes and the professor stays close to it. In the last class, our professor has been providing hand outs in addition to posting everything online. I love it because they don't cost me five cents a page. Additionally, we have drives on our network; there are private drives and shared drives where everyone can acess them. Its my understanding that anywhere in the school you can access these drives from a laptop by getting onto the network.

Now for the story. Wednesday, in parasitology, our professor had handed out the notes (maybe the day before) and because she had made some last minute changes to the power point did not load it onto the website. She stood before the class and told us this. She proceeded to tell us that if we had laptops, that the power point could be accessed from the shared drive and that they would be posted to the website later. A classmate piped up and said that he had already emailed the power points as an attachment. A majority of the class does not have laptops.
I don't like getting mass emails that are things that aren't relivant to me. I didn't need this powerpoint nor did I need it cluttering up my inbox as it takes up alot of the space which I am allowed. I was mad so to this guy I sent the following email:

[CLASSMATE]-

I wanted to thank you so much for filling up my inbox with yesterday's parasitology notes! Because you know, its not like they were passed out in class or were available on the network or anything. And everyone has a laptop.

Now granted this wasn't the most professional way to handle this, being sarcastic and all. But this was was between me and the guy that orginally sent the mass powerpoint. Not anyone else, and most certainly not between the entire class.
In response, this is what he sent me later that moring-

Actually they were not passed out in class and not everyone has access to the network on their laptop....so you're welcome!!

[CLASSMATE]

2008 National [big vet organization] President[big vet organization] Chapter PresidentStudent AmbassadorClass of 2010 - TreasurerUniversity of Missouri-ColumbiaCollege of Veterinary Medicine
[Phone number]
[email address]

I mean seriously.  It was handed out. I know; I used it. I don't have a laptop so concerns about people not being able to get onto the network isn't one of mine. I didn't really mind his comments in response. I deserved them. But look at all of those creditials on his signiture. You know this is going to be trouble.
[Classmate] went on to send another mass email to the class as an apology. It was done all fine and professional-here it is:

All,

I apologize for filling up everyone's email boxes yesterday by forwarding the parasitology powerpoints to the whole class.  The notes were on the network, and not everyone has access on their laptops to the network.  I went into the lab before class and pulled the notes off the network so that I had access.  About 10 people asked me to email them the notes right before class.  It was just easier to forward it to the class than to type in names since she was starting the lecture.  I thought it would be okay to just delete my message if you didn't want the notes, but apparently it was not that simple.  I will not send anymore powerpoints through email.  Sorry!

And things should of ended there. I made a sarcastic comment to him, he returned it to me, he apoligized to the class. BUT being the elite leader and professional that he is (and normal conducts himself as such) he proceeded (whether intentionally or not) to also include the orginal email I sent him at the end of his apology. Making it perfectly clear that I was a bad person to begin with. Begin my burning at the stake. People jumped at the chance to send mass emails out to the entire class regarding how I should simply delete things and what not...here they are:

It's alright [CLASSMATE]. I forgive you. By the way, thanks for the notes. I definately used the ppts. that day. I can connect to the network, but it's slower then a sloth taking a dump when you have large files trying to download.

[CLASSMATE THAT SIGNED WITH A NICKNAME]

That one was from the mule club president-perhaps one of the worst of all times. You've read the other blogs. You know my issues with it.

I'm sorry, I was one of the ten that asked [CLASSMATE] to send me the powerpoint, I don't have the shared drive on my laptop and I take notes on my computer. I'm sorry I didn't know it was that big of a deal to push the freakin' "DELETE" button.

Thank you [CLASSMATE].

[CLASSMATE #2]
[School Club] PresidentUniversity of Missouri-ColumbiaCollege of Veterinary MedicineClass of 2010

And another club president. Real professional. And no [CLASSMATE #2], its not a big deal to delete an email but it sits in your deleted folder and still takes up space. And its no big deal to pull something off of the network either.
Additionally, as a separated email he sent this one. It was in regards to a gross email with a link (no attachment!) to a youtube video of someone with bots in his back. As one of my friends said, its not cool no matter what but he can say those things to me but shouldn't of sent it to the entire class.

This really helped me during class!!!! P. S. I talked to Zac March and there will be an informal meeting with him in room W240 on how to locate the right buttons on your keyboard.Thank you.
[CLASSMATE #2][School Club] PresidentUniversity of Missouri-ColumbiaCollege of Veterinary MedicineClass of 2010

Seriously?  Was it worth it since you don't have time to push the delete button, to write a mean email?  I can't believe that because a few people in our class don't like getting emails that aren't addressed specifically to them, we have to stop sending out emails.  Get over it, hit your delete button, but don't complain about not "getting the information" or "never getting to know anything" about our class projects/events!    Once again, I'd like to reiterate the fact that this is your SCHOOL/EDUCATIONAL email address and is and should be used for that information and purpose.  I believe if you are using your email account correctly that there is no room to complain about filled email boxes.  Gmail, yahoo, hotmail, aol are all free email providers that can be used for personal emails; that should alleviate some of the burden on your school email address.Oops, I guess by this time, you could have deleted like five emails.

Well, this is from one of the student ambassadors. I yelled at her about the same thing last spring and my view still stands. I thought though that all of that had been behind us; we had been gettting along royally in mule club. Besides I DO only use my school account for school stuff. And who is she anyway? The school email Nazi?

[CLASSMATE] - Thanks for the notes. They saved my schoolwork yesterday. Without a mass email I probably would have failed out of school.

Everyone else - thanks for making my day. Seriously, the most amusing thing that's happened all week. I'll probably even stay awake during bacT. Oh the vet school drama.

[STUPID FEMALE CLASSMATE] University of Missouri College of Veterinary Medicine 
[BIG ORGANIZATION] Treasurer Class of 2010

Another club officer. See a pattern? I LOVE the sarcasim here. The last line wouldn't of been bad had it stood alone. Later she'd go on and email the next parasitology lecture with the attached powerpoint and this message:

protozoan notes. not sorry [STUPID FEMALE CLASSMATE] University of Missouri College of Veterinary Medicine [BIG ORGANIZATION] Treasurer Class of 2010

And below we have an instance of a guy being true to himself and being a complete tool. Someone emailed him and told him that too. I love it! Notice how he's a rep for a dog food company. Still a postition that should be professional in our school.

have nothing to say...just wanted to be annoying and send a mass email.  hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

[BIG TOOL CLASSMATE]
College of Veterinary Medicine University of Missouri Class of 2010

Now I didn't want them to have the last word. So I sent this response. It took alot of thought and Joe approved it. I thought while not the most professional it certainly was more professional than all of the other interactions. And I don't have an office in anything.

Wow! Breaching the social protocal of this class by not pretending everything is fine, generates alot of e-mails

No longer am I going to rely on e-mail to tell people I don't like something. From now on, I'm going to try to be professional and proactive and simply speak to whoever has done what I don't like. And I would expect the same in return.

I still think that e-mailing the entire class notes or study guides is ridiculous. Espcially since the parasitology note were handed out in class ( I wrote on them. With a pen!) and were in the shared drive and additionally, we have a class folder for such things. Its not my issue if you can't get on the network; go to the IT office. As for the delete button, it still counts against your e-mail account and it takes equally as long to pull something off the shared drive (and saved to a jump drive or whatever).

Now I'll just wait for the backlash from this bit of honest.

Leslie

I could see the outcome of this-1) everyone ignores it and that ends it -or-2) I get about four emails about it. The later happened. Joe and I fussed and talked about it last night and true to my email, we decided that I needed to actually talk to those people that were going to respond rather than do so by email. Well, Joe won't be entirely happy because I didn't talk to them all. [CLASSMATE] sent me a message telling me that he was sorry. I talked to him specifically later. He said that he didn't intend to include my message, was sorry about the first one (and I said that it was cool; it didn't make me too mad; I deserved it.), never had expected such a response and had talked to the people that had done so. Whatever. I don't care now. Its done. We've buried the hatchet and with the exception of this blog everyone else should too. Then I got one email  that was a joke, one that was support (I thanked him and someone else for it.), one from someone telling me why people were mad (once again, not my fault my message got out there), one telling me that I'm not the majority (which shouldn't stop me from voicing my opinion majority or not) and a final one from someone that was willing to talk to me providing I could remain calm and they also wanted to apply for the email Nazi patrol.

I guess all in all, things are back to normal. I'll still just be a social outcast but at least now I know I can stir the waters (granted not in a postive light) and let people know I exist.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]