MySpace-July 21, 2007-Sunny Seed Drops

Joe and I went to Borders today so he could buy the new Harry Potter (ugh) book. And what did I find? Sunny Seed Drops! The best candy ever. Think peanut M&Ms but with sunflower seeds instead and very small. I love them. The last time I had them was over a year ago during the Rock and Roll Super Freak Out Weekend. This is what I said about them in my Xanga blog at the time- 'Our dinner consisted of soda and chips. I also had some chocolate coated sunflower seeds which were amazing!'
Still holds true. Here's the website if you are interested: www.sunflowerfoodcompany.com

[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

MySpace-July 20, 2007-WARNING: Potenital Pet Hoarder Ahead

I wanted a cat. And when I came home from vacation, I planned on e-mailing the vet here at school who had been trying to pawn off her research cats on people. She had one left before I left for vacation. A black and white male that I would of named Franklin but called Frankie.
Riley chases cats but I'm pretty sure that she's trying to herd them and they run off so she follows. But she's also scared of any cat that stands up to her and does even the smallest hiss. She knows what the words 'cat' and 'kitty' are and when asking her where the kitty is she'll run around looking. Its cute. She does the same thing when you ask here to find the bunny. (However, asking her to find or where is anything else, will get her ball brought to you.)
BUT this blog isn't about how cute my dog is. Its about my inablity to not love animals. Its about why I am not persuing the last remaining research cat (aww, Frankie.)
Its about a corgi. His name is Oliver and a fourth year vet student has taken him in after he came to the vet school injured. She's looking for a home for him. He's a year and half and almost the same color as Riley. He would be the perfect brother for her. I think I ALMOST had my parents talked into it esp. after my dad spent the week playing with Riley had having her dotingly follow him around. But they have a dog that isn't loved already and really should have a different home. (Her name is Dixie; she's a lab/beagle mix and would love kids. Anyone?)
So I know I have a one bedroom apartment with a corgi that spends too much time in the crate and a rabbit and a goldfish that doesn't actually count when counting pets. BUT if worse comes to worse, I think that my brother and his girlfriend would take in Teddy. And I think, I could learn to love two dogs. Even a male dog. So if this girl can't find Oliver a home, he'll get hoarded away with all of my other animals.
Sometimes I hate being a vet student for this reason.
Amie, regarding the e-mail I sent you telling you to tell Lindsey, I would take the dog if she didn't find anyone, hold off on telling her that for a couple or so weeks...I need to figure out where two crates will fit.

[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

MySpace-July 20, 2007-Jello Disappointment

(At Joe's request...)
Joe called me today to clarifiy that he actually had been cleaning up his house more than he had previously told me. He told me he had either made six trips or took six trash bags over to the dumpster. I forget now. Either way pretty impressive. And this weekend, I offered to cram some of the smaller large stuff into the back of my jeep and we could cart it over there.
Anyway he told me that he had got rid of all of the boxes of Jello and pudding that he had inherited from a grandmother (Charlotte perhaps?). My heart sank at this news.
Why?
Because every time I was over at his house poking around his cabinets for a secret stash of something or simply a drinking glass, I would come across these boxes of Jello. And there weren't just a couple, but lots. (Joe thinks around 40.) And they wern't instant either but that cook and serve stuff, at least pudding wise. And they wern't good flavors like cherry or wild berry (not that I eat Jello, it falls under ugly food) or pudding-wise, vanilla and chocolate but they were flavors like lime and tapioca or pistacio. You know, the types of flavors you either buy by mistake or old people like. Which would explain why he inherited them from his grandma. And these weren't new boxes. No internet address on them. These were save three UPCs and send in a dollar for a Jello mold and a recipe book of 341 uses for Jello old. I know all of them were older than Alex. If boxes of Jello could drive, all of them would be able too. And I'm pretty sure that they were all older than me. Maybe not as old as Joe, but probably pretty close.
I was crushed when he told me about throwing them away because in all of the time that we've be dating, I have savored the idea that I would get to eventually throw these boxes of Jello away. (Or at least be there when it happened.) I rubbed my hands together and drooled a little at the prospect while staring at them in the cabinet. Them staring smuggly back at me content to sit on their shelf. It was not meant to be though and I am crushed.
Joe tells me now after they are good and gone that I could of thrown them away at any time. He wouldn't of minded. BUT they were his AND inherited from a dead relative, how was I to know that they weren't some precious memory or heriloom to be cherished. But that they were instead some really old boxes of Jello and pudding mix.
The ultimate boyfriend thing to do, now knowing that I am so devistated by not having to been able to do the throwing away, would be to go back to the dumpster after work with a flashlight, fight off the three raccoons that have surely gathered and put the Jello boxes back on the shelf for me to throw away when I come up there tomorrow. HOWEVER, this is highly impractical and Joe, you don't have the rabies shot like I do so don't go fighting off raccoons for me. I'll get over it I am sure. Like I was until I had to write this blog for you.
While I am disappointed that I didn't get to throw away these boxes of Jello, I am sure that our relationship in the future will have more really old things to throw out. Chris Jericho, I'm looking at you now, bud.

[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

MySpace-July 20, 2007-Multi Blog Day

A bit of randomness regarding school...my class rank has shot up very nicely. I checked my transcript and while my rank isn't impressive, its still better than before. I achieved three Bs and two As this past block putting my GPA for the block at an impressive 3.4+.

I will get to shadow a meat inspector or something with the USDA/FSIS but now I need to find some time.

I left my photo CDs of my vacation pictures at home so it will be a while before I get them up for people to work at.

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MySpace-July 11, 2007-Vacation Time!

 Well, my hair got cut and its too short. But that is a normal complaint for me. Seriously though, you know the hair cut Demi Moore had in Ghost (she was in that right?)? Yeah, that's what my hair looks like. Its cute but too short.
I still haven't cleaned my house which is bad considering I need to bring my grandpa's steam cleaner back with me when I go home tomorrow.
I'm going to dinner tonight with some friends.
I might get to work with the USDA inspecting meat this summer. They require two weeks but I don't have two weeks. So Dr.Clarkson who is the regional guy is looking into doing a shorter period of time. I feel bad because if I had known that or had got my ass in gear sooner, I would of set aside two weeks for it. I just have so many other things going on right now...lots of mule club events. Okay only two planned but they are several day engagements. Anyway, I am excited. I think.
I leave for my vacation Friday. Its going to be a long hot drive in my car without AC but mom's car doesn't have it either and my car is bigger. Friday is just driving. Saturday we are going to Gettysburg and we rented some horses for a two hour trailride. Sunday through Tuesday we are doing stuff in Philadelphia. Wednesday we'll be in Amish country and tour a potato chip factory. Thursday we drive home again. I am really excited about this.
Roxie the horse is better from her colic. Mom says she's been pooping normally and all of the oil has found its way out.
Okay, I've got to go. A few more errands to run and then cleaning the house!

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MySpace-July 9, 2007-Horse Show Weekend

This weekend we had a horse show here in Columbia. Joe came down for it too and so combined there was alot going on...not really, I guess.
Mom came into town on Friday with the horses and I stayed out at the fairgrounds with her to unload the horses and work with them. We drove Opie some and he's really good. Joe came into town that night.
Saturday, I let Joe sleep in while I went out to the fairgrounds again to groom Mom's horses. Opie showed first and then Roxie and then Tinkerbelle. Unfortunately, in there Roxie decided that her stomach hurt, which can be really bad for a horse considering they have yards of intestines even if they are 200 pounds. We thought that we had got her feeling better and went ahead and showed her but a little after that she was sick again and worse than before. The show vet wasn't going to be there until the next day so I called the University-knowing that I would get a discount! And to my amazement of myself, everything that I had picked up about signalment and a good history came running out of my mouth as I told the vet on the phone about Roxie's colic surgury as a baby, her symptoms, the frequency of her colic-y episodes in the past, diet, the last time she pooped, etc. It was going to be another hour or so before they could make it out there so I got mom in the ring with Tinkerbelle and Joe and I kept Roxie walking since she really just wanted to lay down and roll-which means that her intestines could twist. Someone had some pain medicine and I gave her a small dose and the vets showed up-Dr.LaCarruba and Dr. Chambers (maybe, maybe it was Masters? I was having a hard time hearing.) They took the history again and Roxie's vitals-most of which were normal including good gut sounds. They went ahead and put a tube though her nose and into her stomach trying to reflux stomach contents, not getting many because of the tube size-very small-they went ahead and pumped some oil into her. Roxie was very good this entire time and I didn't look like a fool holding her. Normally, I choose the most docile horse to hold for something like this and end up looking like a fool because that horse decides to be horrible. The vets asked if I planned on going into equine and while still excited that I wanted to be in large animals, were slightly disappointed that I wanted to be a dairy vet. They said that I needed to be sure and take the equine ambulatory elective though when it got time for clinics. Because of my discount and having the vets come to us rather than us take her to them, the bill wasn't much over $100 and actually was less than what it would of been had we been at home and called our own vet, I'm sure anyway.
Disaster adverted, we drove Opie in the evening. He wasn't being as great as he had been the night before but was still okay. Joe got a very breif lesson on driving and decided due to lack of training and the somewhat large number of people in his class to opt out of driving the next day.
Sunday came and mom decided not to drive in any of the classes so we packed her up and she went home. Joe and I went to the mall and then hung out at my house. Joe tried to take a nap but was routinly awakened by my dog. Aww...Riley.
So this week, I am cleaning my house and packing. I think I'll go get my haircut now.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/10/11]

MySpace-July 5, 2007-July Fifth

Well, thank God, school is finally out for the summer. That doesn't mean that I have seen the last of the school building though---here I sit in the histo lab. Ugh. Anyway, I think that this block went very well, I am expecting my best block grade wise yet-three Bs and two As. I worked pretty hard and am proud of myself.
Yesterday, I went on a mule event. We went to the Arrow Rock parade. The mules were very well behaved. We gave two rides down the main street beforehand and I drove for one of them. This also meant turning the mules around in a very tight space. They both were very good. We hauled the grand marshals of the parade-Johnny Whitiker and Jeff East who were in the 1970s version of Tom Sawyer that was filmed in Arrow Rock. The parade lasted all of nine minutes and was very hot. I'll post a picture of all of us in front of the mules.
The day before, Sarah Snyder and I drove the mules in the evening. It was a short but pleasant ride. I drove some and took the mules around the dean's parking lot while Sarah was inside.
Last night, I watched the fireworks from my window. They were set off directly in front of it. They were nice but not particularly impressive. And then all my drunk stupid neighbors set off fireworks next to my apartment. And this morning I woke to the mess they left behind at the pool and in the parking lot. Luckily, I didn't leave so no one took my spot even though the lot wasn't full at all. I know that if I had despite three spots six foot away, mine would of been parked in. I think Joe is rubbing off on me and making me old.
Joe is coming down for the weekend. My mom will be in town too for a horse show. We are going to try to get Joe to drive Opie our stallion in a driving class. Joe should be glad that we aren't going to dress him as an elf again! I'm excited to see him.
Next Friday, I am leaving for my vacation with my mom. Its going to be fun.
Today, I am cleaning my house, laying about, buying groceries and if Josh calls me, clipping the mules for Saturday-they are going to a wedding of one of my classmates. Honestly though, I'm pretty sure that Josh could do it by himself, esp. if he gets Jacob to help. I taught them last time so maybe they think that I should be there just in case. I think it turned out well the last time. Maybe a little shorter on their manes...

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/5/11]

Xanga-July 5, 2005

Okay, here we go really fast because I have an apartment to look at at 10:30.
Still hate working at Hy-Vee even though yesterday I worked camera/video which is my favorite thing to work. And Glenn Rehn threw a bag of sunflower seeds at me while I was watching Racing Stripes and not paying attention.
I think I am going to move to the Stewart Road apartments as long as they allow Teddy. They are still pretty close to campus-just the side with the power plant. I hope I don't get some strange mutation.
I know I need to work on myspace. Stop reminding me or buy me a computer and the internet in my house.
We had a horse show here in Columbia this weekend. I have decided that I absolutly love the grandpa of my arch enemy (in addition to Paris Hilton), Kelly Shaw. While she is a stuck up bitch, her grandpa is a very nice man. Kelly it seems is going to try to get into vet school at Texas A&M next year. If she doesn't get in there, Dr. Taylor (a pony breeder from Ohio, Nell's infact) is going to get her into Michigan because he is on the board or some nonsense like that. Anyway, I wonder if that would work for me. What are the requirements for Michigan? Anyway, Kelly wants to be a small equine vet which is why maybe Doc Taylor would do this while I am more interested in dead carcasses. But anyway, we did fairly well at this show. I won some money to be paid in the fall. Nell jumped very well and mom bought some pictures. She cleared the jumps like by a foot. Tinkerbell was very bad but had never been away from her mom. Cody did surprisingly well and I hope mom has him driving by Congress. He has this amazing reachy, high trot that would win in the ring! And I have decided that I can only tolerate my mom so much at shows due to lack of food, sleep and too much heat. But she did buy me groceries and gas.
I finally saw Erick Lutzeier. It was good times.
I made turkey pizza from the $20 some guy gave me at Hy-Vee for being poor. Its kind of a long complicated story.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/5/11]