MySpace-January 29, 2007-Tectonic Ice Sheet

My yard next to my apartment is a tectonic sheet of ice. I keep waiting for it to crack when me and Riley are on it and we will then float off to Antartica.
Meanwhile, I spent too much time this weekend spooning over my boyfriend and not studying. Bad Leslie. On the bright side, I did get lucky...at the casino! You dirty people. How could you think things like that? Anyway, when I fail out of vet school and my mom blames Joe, we'll know who is really to blame. Joe. And my poor study habits as Alex so kindly pointed out Saturday. Seriously.
I did tell my mom about going to St.Joe. I can't help it. I figure if I keep pounding into her head that I'm not going to up and stop seeing Joe then maybe she'll accept it.
Joe and I got our living arrangements figured out. He'll be living down here but not with me. We both win. Except Joe's mom. She sort of loses.
I'm kidding about the studying thing. It won't be Joe's fault when I fail out. Just an unjust system that penalizes you for wanting to be a vet in an area that despritly needs vets...the large animal field.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 28, 2011.]

MySpace-January 28, 2007-Winner!

Last night, after Joe got off work we went to the casino with Mark, the other mold tech. We hadn't been there half an hour when I won $180 off of a quarter slot. I was ready to go then but had a $20 that I hadn't even touched. I worked my way through that and then sat doing nothing at the progressive penny slots. I finally broke down and put in my ticket from the earlier winnings and won like $40. I stopped at $200 and walked out with a total of $170 pure profit. It was great times.

I'll sure miss Joe when I leave in five minutes.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 28, 2011.]

Xanga-January 27, 2007

Stupid or Incredibly Smart?

So Friday, after I got home from a rocking (or so-so) day of school, there were two messages on my phone from Joe. Apparently, our conversation of the night before had stressed him somewhat (check his blog out, he touches on it). And I admit, he had a right to be stressed about it. I did do some crying. And I don't know what to think about how things are going-school is hard, Joe is working all the time and more than anything I just want to lay my head on Joe's shoulder, maybe do some crying and just be there with him. And we need to talk about his moving to Columbia at the end of the summer and the living arrangements thereafter. (I need to turn in a lease renewal by Feb. 15th for a $100 bonus.) Anyway, after some frantic textmessages, cleaning of bunny cages and packing, I left my house around 10:30 to arrive in St.Joe just after one. Joe and I spent alot of time standing in the kitchen hugging and I knew despite having said I would study, drive the mules, go eat Chinese with friends, look at microbiology slides and go to a horse expo this weekend that driving to St.Joe in the middle of the night was indeed the right thing to do. But don't tell my mom that I did it.
So here I am at Joe's computer, while he's busy earning some major overtime cash (to buy me something nice I like to say but seriously he should pay for school), I am going to do some of my studying. He figured out how to get one of my programs to work and when he gets off we're going to the casino. This morning we ate breakfast with Jay, Angela, Hannah and Alex. Then we went to the arcarde with Alex-we had a discussion about my study habits. Alex devistates me. But don't tell my mom that either.
And about my rocking/so-so day, Friday, well, let's recap the week. And last week. Last week, I had a quiz on which I got a C and then accused of cheating. It seriously is cool now and things have been better explained as to what constitutes 'taking notes' when reviewing a test. I had a histo quiz-C-poo. And an anatomy test-an A on one written part, a D on another (the GD computer screwed me out of some points), and a B on the practical on which nothing was missed for spelling. This week I had a test in nutrition which the scores havn't been released on yet. I thought I did super great walking out of it then people started talking about what they put down as answers and started pulling out notes to check and I think my A fell to a C. I hope that's as low as it went. I had a quiz on which I got a D but didn't study super hard for. And a test on which I got a B. And a quiz which I think I got a B on. I don't remember. But I did cry about not remembering how to spell bronchiole.
Friday morning I woke up and my knee didn't hurt. Sore but not excrutiating. Also Friday, my friends and I went to lunch at a Mexican place. Yeah, like that was on my diet. And then we gave a tour of the library to a non-MU friend. I re-enacted my fainting episode and we ran into Glenn Rehn. He was randomly talking to some blond girl who had an acent and who's sister goes to vet school Who is this mystery girl? Edwina King! Luise's sister! Luise is a VM3, that Frei lived with and I knew from undergrad. Glenn knows everyone I swear!
Riley ate a second hole in the wall behind her crate. She scooted the cookie sheet aside to do so. And she's sort of chewed on an unprotected piece of floorboard beind it too. And she peed on the couch from being scared of a visiting friend. Stupid dog.

Second Entry From Tuesday

Frustrated

Oh yeah, so I'm the open house chair for procuring the dairy cow and fistulated cow (one that has a hole in the side) for open house. Done. Except that bovine club tells me that its their job and that they run the whole thing. And I want to work the actual booth but I was told by the head chairs that I can't but someone from the committee has to be with the exhibit at all times. SO WHY CAN'T I RUN IT TOO! I have to be there anyway....And they told us originally that we didn't have to work our class displays but now we do? No one knows what the fuck is going on and it makes me mad! MAD! But pretty much only if I don't actually get to show people how to milk a cow myself.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 28, 2011.]

Xanga-January 23, 2007

Catching up...

Well, last week was the first set of tests and quizzes for this block. I pretty much got the same on all of them. Not bad not good. Anyway, this week I have two quizzes and two tests, one of which has an 89 question study guide. As if, I have time for that shit. But someone e-mailed me the answers and so I'm just going to use those. By the way, now our anatomy pony AND our anatomy cow only have two legs each., for a total of four and not eight legs.
Yesterday, on my way home, I got qualified for a free tattoo from the radio station. If I win, I have to get it done on the air on Saturday! Woo!
I broke my leg. Not really but my knee is killing me.
Friday night, some friends and I went and saw Children of Men. It was fantasitic. Then I walked Riley and fell on my ass. Saturday, I had my mind blown away at Victoria's Secret. My brain can't handle all that pink and all that underwear. I really think that I could handle walking around naked versus wearing something viewed as 'sexy'. Sorry Joe. But I guess you win if I'm running around naked anyway...(even if its with my fat self.) And then I studied and it snowed. I painted Joe a picture. Sunday, I faked studied and slept. Monday morning I got up and fell on the ice in the parking lot when walking Riley. And then again right on my crapped out knee when going to my car. Damn you winter!
Does anyone want a corgi? Seriously, Riley is driving me nuts. Sunday, I finally took out the divider in her crate so she could have more room to sprawl out. I woke up to a hole in the wall behind it. How did she do that?!? And this is after she ate a six inch piece of baseboard on Friday afternoon. What to do about that crazy puppy? To solve the wall problem, I put a cookie sheet behind the crate and that's working just fine right now.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 23, 2011.]

Xanga-January 17, 2007

Our pony only has two legs now

Jerry got called up for national guard duty to go to Springfield and give them generators. He spent a large amount of time on Monday hiding from the army but they found him never the less.

Tuesday

At what temperature does your brain freeze?

Answer- two degrees farenheit. Because that's what it is today. My CSF is frozen.
Is buying a PortaVet (a vet box for the back of your truck) in your first year kind of like getting a tattoo of the vet symbol? Like maybe something you should wait to do until you graduate? I have the opportunity to buy one for $500 which is a great deal.
I had to buy a new battery yesterday. Well, I could of probably got away with not doing it but after sitting in the ice and cold for three days, my car didn't start yesterday. So I said fuck it, spent the $80 and had AutoZone put it in for me.
There was some more randomness, but I forget. Like I said, my brain is frozen.

Miracle in Missouri

I hope the link below works. Shawn Hornbeck was from Richwoods, which is this hillbilly little town about 15 minutes from DeSoto. Seeing his dad on the news -my first thought was 'wow, he needs to shave and has no teeth. He really is from Richwoods' and then to hear him speak WOW! I just remember when Shawn was first missing and coming home shortly afterwards and seeing signs everywhere.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070116/ap_on_re_us/boys_found

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 19, 2011.]

Xanga-January 17, 2006

So Friday, I saw Brokeback Mountain. I thought it was a little dragged out. But more I started to think about it more I liked it. And I mean it had two of my favorite things rolled into one: gay men and cowboys. It did well at the Golden Globes (see below) as did Walk The Line, another movie that I am fond of.
Today I shadowed the vet. I saw alot-cosmetic dehorning, four ear crops, a kennel inspection and a c-section on a dog! I helped revive a puppy! And then there was some blatent gay and Jew bashing. Hmmm...let me explain. Laurie, the receptionist, came in and started talking about the Golden Globes and how 'the gay cowboy' movie was the big winner. Then Dr. Farmer (whom I really like) started to say why and how it won. Why, you ask. Well, he said, who controls Hollywood?, the US banks?, the world banks? His answer-Jews, that want to take over the world and have tricked politicians into letting them. Is this heart of America talking? Because it hurts.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 19, 2011.]

MySpace-1/12/07-Sad.

I think I need to be more specific and say 'our dissection pony'.

My feet got wet. I'm not happy.

So because of the shady weather situation and the possiblity of having to work on Sunday, Joe isn't coming anymore. That makes me sad. Despite struggling with the decision of do I want him to come here or not, now I am disappointed. Don't get me wrong. With bad weather he shouldn't drive three hours to see me. I need to study anyway. Additionally, he should work and save some extra money...that way he can buy me something nice!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 14, 2011.]

MySpace-1/11/07-We Cut The Leg Off of Our Pony

and that’s about it…

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]

Xanga-January 10, 2007

My new favorite song is 'I Will Follow You into The Dark' by Death Cab for Cutie. Now normally, I don't listen to Death Cab but I heard this song on the radio and I absolutly love it!
So my dog destroyed my TV. Well, its not destroyed but the case on the outside is cracked. I had my little video game plugged in and the cord was on the floor. Normally, Riley is okay and just steps over it but she was in one of her crazy moods and was running laps around the apartment. She got tangled in the cord and pulled the whole thing over onto the floor. I was mad.
So school is going okay I suppose. Its alot of information all of the time making reviewing it and keeping up to date very hard. Next week, two quizzes (Wednesday and Thursday) and one test (Friday). Tonight, probably not going to do anything-going to Glenn's to play games for a while. I figure that school's just started and I haven't seen Glenn in a while anyway. Joe might visit this weekend!
Details about my long weekend-Friday, Tiffany told me that a mutual friend was coming into town and they were going to Cody's and would I like to join them. Of course! And then I found out that I had to check on the cow which limited my beer consumption. Two beers later I rode the mechanical bull. I didn't fall off and I think if I got a lot of practice as in had a mechanical bull in my living room, I think I could be really, really good. I left early and went and checked the cow. No babies.
The next day, they were going back to Cody's with Tiffany's boyfriend, Steve in tow. I joined them again and we left at 1. I went to the farm and the cow didn't have her baby. I needed to check the pasture though. As soon as I went into the barn I thought I heard a calf bawl. Sure enough there was a cow licking a very small calf. I got some bedding set up for the calf and carried it to the mat barn with the cow following. I chose not the put the calf on the study because it was so small and esp. after I found out that it was two months premature! I took care of the cow and was getting ready to put the calf in the calf office where it was heated ( I had even considered taking it home), when the calf died. I tried everything to revive it but to no avail. Then I checked the pasture again finding a group of four cows off to the side. I thought they were stupid heifers but when I got close, 45 (Irene) mooed and tossed her head at me. They were surrounding a calf!
To be continued...
Continuation...
Somehow, I had to get this calf and her mother from the far reaches of the pasture to the barn. The pasture was too muddy to take a truck out to the pasture so I got a calf cart. The calf cart has bicycle tire and thus is not suited for off road work. Eventually, after much struggle and being threatened by the entire dry cow herd, I got the calf up to the barn. However, all the cows followed me and the calf EXCEPT the cows mother who I had to go back and herd up. All the cows kept following me around. Irene was crazy because she knew I had the calf. Since I didn't know when this calf was born I couldn't use her on the study either. I worked up the cow but decided as long as the milkers saved the colustrum the calf could wait to be fed. Joe texted me on my way home and I sent him one back to call me. We talked and I went to bed around 6am.
Sunday-I still needed to go out and check on the one cow left to calve. If she had a heifer we were done with the study. I woke up at 12:30am (Monday-so much for a good night sleep for the first day of class) and went to the farm. What did I find? The cow had calved but had twin heifers! So I worked up the cow and the calves and after much struggle got blood from one to use on the study. I stayed around and fed them both, checked the cows and went home around 4am to catch a few hours rest.

Since the original morning entry, I have gone to anatomy lab and body clipped our dissection pony. He looks good for some bizarre pony show....

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 14, 2011.]

Xanga-January 8, 2007

We'll make it short and brief and I'll do a more detailed entry and add it to myspace tomorrow.
Friday night-went to Cody's, rode the bull, didn't fall off, checked on the cows
Saturday night-went to Cody's, checked the cows and found a two month premature calf which died and then another one in the pasture, went to bed around 6am after talking to Joe
Sunday night-checked on the cow, she finally had her calf---twin heifers, went to bed around 4am so much for getting a good night sleep before school starts
Today-AT SCHOOL!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 8, 2011.]

Xanga-January 5, 2007

I've  been thinking about dying alot lately. Well, honestly, I do this rather often. And its not really about where you go when you die, is there a god, a better place, etc, but more the question of 'If I died in some terrible, senseless tragedy [such as being hit by a drunk driver or shot], what would people say about me?' 
Would what people say vary depending on who they are-close friends, old friends, new friends, classmates, professors, Joe, family, etc... ? Or is the projection that I put out of myself pretty much the same to everyone? When asked about what kind of person I am would they use general terms such as friendly, smart, funny, nice, etc? How specific could they get? If general terms are used, is that who I am?
What about my likes? Do people know enough of me in general to say-she was dedicated to being a vet, she loved dairy cows and Shetland ponies, she always spoke kindly of others (lies!), she loved her boyfriend and dog and Teddy Kellerman (the rabbit not the person).
I guess this question is less about dying and what people would say and more about how I see myself and how I hope others do. How do I see myself? Smart, funny, generally nice and friendly, crazy, fun. And my likes-dairy cows, ponies, vet school (I guess), Joe, my dog (when she doesn't destroy brand new toys). I think this is the part now where you respond with how you view me in the comments section.
In other news, I really am conflicted about if I am ready to go to back to school or not. On one hand I spend way too much time lying on my couch with my dog watching bad TV, on the other school is hard and scary. Tell that to the new applicants interviewing!
Apparently, Schurz Hall is no longer the home of the pre-vet floor. I find that devastating. But you'd really only understand if you were a two year veteran of the Bingham Projects (specifically the Schurz ghetto).

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 5, 2011.]

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007-Xanga

If its possible to die from sneezing, I am currently doing it. I guess I really should take some medicine.
Additionally, I've been having some very vivid dreams lately (drug free too!). They have involved vet school and this third year, Rodney or McDonald's in DeSoto and some of the people I worked with there. The vet school dream was that a dog came in on emergancy and I had to try to find out who was on call. And the McDonald's dream-we ran out of fries and had to go to Sav-A-Lot and get some. Whatever.

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