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]