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.]
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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.]
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.]
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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.]
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.]
Monday, September 24, 2007
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.]
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.]
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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.]
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.]
Monday, September 17, 2007
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.]
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.]
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