MySpace-March 27, 2008-Spring Break Regrets

Spring break ends on Sunday. (Though for some reason, I have this haunting feeling that I should of came to school today. I had dreams about it earlier in the week. I figured someone would of called me if I should of been here.)
And I realized that this is my last spring break ever. Three spring breaks in undergrad and two in vet school and they’ve all been spent doing the same thing: NOTHING! While doing nothing has an upside, I am disappointed in myself that there have never been any cruises, no Cancun, no New Orleans earning some Mardi Gras beads, no Florida beaches. No being so drunk I don’t remember half of what happened. No being on a Girls Gone Wild tape. Sigh.
I won’t have spring breaks during the last two years of vet school. I doubt to that there will be any chance for a vacation. Perhaps eventually a honeymoon but I’m pretty sure that Joe will want to keep my boobs to himself AND that we won’t be going anywhere that the normal spring break type mayhem will be tolerated. Eventually there will be summer vacations with the family. But I’m sure that my kids won’t want me running around topless at Walt Disney World. I’d try but the idea of getting boob burns from when I get tackled by security officers puts me off of it. So until Sunday (with the exception of Saturday while I am doing some vet school stuff) I will finish out my spring break drunk, topless and on my couch with my dog. Feel free to join me. Its BYOB and leave your shirt at the door.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

MySpace-March 27, 2007-Oklahoma?

 Is that how you spell it? Anyway, I leave Thursday morning for Oklahoma and was one of two girls going. I got an e-mail today about when we're leaving, etc. and I was scrolling through the list of addresses to see who all was going and low and behold-the other girl's name wasn't there. So there is a great possiblity that I am the only girl going. Great. Who gets to sleep with me? I don't know but Joe will be jealous. I kid. But at least I know I will be the hottest girl there.

And they couldn't get a tour of the slaughter house planned. I am tragically disappointed. I love the slaughterhouse and all its bloody goodness.

On a bright note, after all of the free dinners and stuff, there is a open bar! Whoo! Time to impress future employers and drink! There will probably be something embarassing happen I'm sure. And since, I'll probably stay sober-it will be mad worse (better?) by the fact that I am sober.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

MySpace-March 25, 2008-Like A Good Little Wife...

I skipped out on going to DeSoto last weekend to sell the pony I was supposed to. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to hang out with Joe. My mom didn’t seem to mind but after talking to my grandparents, they were disappointed that I had been a no show for Easter. Had someone (my mom) told me that we were doing an Easter thing, I probably would of gone even though Joe didn’t want to come with me and was being a jerk about it.
Anyway, Joe and I have been hanging out pretty much nonstop since last Wednesday when I got out of school and he woke up and came over. Other than him going to his Oscar Meyer orientation. Its been cool. I like having him around. Riley loves having him around! I’ve been cooking and cleaned my apartment when he complained about it. The sleeping arrangements though leave something to be desired. Both of us aren’t sleeping well. Joe wakes up all sore and I just can’t sleep. Tonight, we are taking a break from each other.
Sunday night, I freaked out when I got into bed realizing that very likely this was the rest of my life-sleeping next to a snoring and sometimes sweaty Joe. After a while, I calmed down and thought that it would probably be okay. That I really didn’t mind too much. Afterall, I love him. I woke him up for work Monday morning, got out of bed long enough to pack him lunch, tell him about my freak out and have him tell me that he’s waited all of his life to kiss one person goodbye. (I’m paraphrasing here because I was still half asleep and can’t actually remember what he said. Whatever it was, it was sweet.) He came over after work and you would of thought I was in my pearls and heels, all 1950s putting a pot roast on the table for as excited as I was to have him come home from work to me. UGH. I just set back women’s lib like 50 years. HOWEVER, I was not in pearls and heels and had not made a pot roast. I told him he could microwave leftover stew for himself. Moving women’s lib ahead like maybe five or so years.
The moral of the story: I love Joe. Living with him will have its moments-such as Sunday when he hadn’t put on his nicotine patch and picked a fight-but will be fun and exciting. And domestic, which is neither for nor exiting. And I can’t wait for anything in the future beyond that.
Meanwhile, I havn’t been doing much over this break other than the forementioned doting on Joe. I’ve been busy making pillows shaped like a cow’s stomach and maybe some studying, very loosely defined studying.
Riley barfed in her crate last night. I was awake, of course and heard her do it. I knew I shouldn’t/couldn’t wake Joe so I went to deal with it. Riley was busy lapping it up already and I weighed my options and let her finish. I went back to bed only to have her barf half an hour later. I forced myself to clean this up. I think she’s been in the cat’s litter box again. Seriously, its a damn good thing cows don’t puke. How wrong will it be in the clinic to ask the clients to clean up their own small animal vomit? Or get someone else to do it? Would barfing myself on the floor right next to it solidify that I can’t deal with puke to the clinicians that I am being instructed by? I think it should. I may not be above doing that once to take one for the team. The team being myself. And seriously, I don’t vomit because I can’t even deal with the idea of it.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

MySpace-March 19, 2008-New Photos

I created a new photo album of photos from small animal sugery that make me not want to be a vet anymore. Its set to friends only because I don’t too many people thinking I am crazy. Its pretty gross just FYI. Also, I just pulled them out of a power point so its not like I took them or anything.
Spring break has offically begun!

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

MySpace-March 15, 2008-If I Win the Lotto...

I think that winning the lotto would solve some problems. I need some money and since I don’t have a job, I don’t really have an income.

If I won the lotto, just a small amount-say a couple of thousand dollars or up to $10000-I would pay off all of Joe’s bills. That’s it. And pay my deposit on the new apartment. If there was anything left, then maybe go out to eat. See how self less that is?

BUT if I won the big Powerball lotto tonight (Joe bought me five tickets. Well, he gave them to me.), I would pay off Joe’s bills, pay off my student loan and pay for the rest of vet school. I would buy a new car-a Chevy Malibu. I would by a townhouse across from the country club and that’s where Joe and I could live. I would be able to have a great big lavish wedding. I would of course buy things for the people I love. I would build a White Castle in Columbia. I would graduate from vet school and then give them some money. But not to build their stupid Barkley House. And they’d only get the money after I graduated so that no one would want to fail me lest they be the one that prevented the million dollar donation. I’d try not to be stupid with my money...but that’s pretty hard to do I’d imagine.



[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 15, 2011.]Anyway, I forgot to write that Roosevelt is very jealous of Joe. Joe and I took a nap together a few weeks ago and Roosevelt and Riley joined us. Riley curled up next to her Daddy Joe and Roosevelt next to me. Joe made some comment about you could tell which pet loved who the most and asked if I thought Roosevelt was jealous of him. I answered no. Then Joe put his arm over me to which Roosevelt promptly pushed away with his paw and put his other front paw on my neck. He totally cock blocked Joe! He was claiming me as his girl. Roosevelt sleeps in bed at night with me even if Joe is there. And if I leave, he still will go back to bed with Joe. He’s such a good cat.

MySpace-March 10, 2008-I Can't Wait...

 For Spring-I'm tried of the cold and the constant threat of snow. I want to go to the dog park more often. I want to go to Hy-Vee and get some plants for the pots next to my door. Last summer, I found the cure to a 'black thumb'-lots of water and Miracle Grow! And since once I move, I will have a little concrete pad of a patio, I think I will get a bigger plant then. The problem will be keeping Roosevelt out of it once I move it indoors...
To Move-I like moving. Or rather, I like packing. ( I say this now but will dread it once it happens.) There's something nice about wrapping up all of your stuff and getting to put it in a new place. I also like to see all of my possessions together in a pile-fifteen odd pieces of furniture (I counted them this morning.), three pets and a dozen plus boxes of crap. Last summer was the first summer that I haven't moved. So its time even if I'm just moving across the parking lot. Which poses a problem in of itself. Do I load things into my car and drive the roughly 100 feet or do I make a 1000 trips with things I can carry? Hmmm...
To Live With Joe-I know that we'll have problems. I know that we'll fight and get on each others nerves. I know that we'll distract each other from important things that need to get done-homework, studying, sleeping, etc...I know that there is only so much doting that Joe can take from me and my dog. BUT I am still totally excited. Mostly because I am totally excited to cook and clean for him! (Even though he told me I can't do his laundry.)  I realize that this is stupid and also that it will grow old very fast but for right now, don't rain on my parade. I love being domestic!
For Summer-Mostly, just so I don't have to go to school any more. I'm sure that there are other reasons-horse shows, USDA internships, camping, etc. But right now, its so I don't have to go to school.
To Go To Bed Tonight-I slept like crap last night and will pay for it later, I'm sure.
Roosevelt puked on the floor last night. Luckily, he didn't use my clothes to hide it. I had to pick it up and nearly added to it. I don't deal with vomit well. Or really at all. I just hope that in clinics nothing vomits when I'm around. ( A long shot.) Or if something does, its not around a client because it doesn't look professional if I'm dry heaving as I clean it up or if I ask them too.
Riley went to the dog park yesterday and had a pretty good time. She was a little muddy when we got home. Today, she'll get a bath.
I think that's it.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 4, 2008-Weekend! Making Trouble End, End of the Block

Joe and I had a pretty good weekend. We got up to St.Joe later than expected and sadly without frog legs.  I was disappointed too. Jackie and Casey had a Wii so we played that for way too long. Saturday, we picked up Alex and hit the arcade followed by Krug Park where we fed the ducks. After some hanging out, we drove to Omaha for the They Might Be Giants concert. Once there, we ran into Ian (Rat) and his fiance, Sara. The concert was good even if we didn't get some foam hands. Joe and I took our pictures in the photo booth. We drove back to St.Joe in the middle of the night. Sunday was hanging out and playing the Wii before coming back home. Not alot happened this weekend. But that's alright. I had a fantastic time.
The following links are to articles from Friday's USA Today. These are the types of problems we are facing. Can any of the presidental canidates do anything about this? Do they care?

Vets in Rural Areas

Vet Shortage

Vet Photo Gallery

As you all probably know, I like to stir up trouble. I've managed to keep my mouth shut on two recent occasions at school, but that doesn't mean that I still wasn't angry. Or that Joe didn't hear about it later. Now, I am stirring up trouble with some horse people I don't even know. Its about the animal ID acts. Admittedly, I don't know a whole lot about it but I think that they are good things that will prevent disease outbreaks. And most of all, I am tired of people thinking that this is just another way for the government to play big brother and get people's money. All I did was when I got one of those emails telling me that the animal ID laws are horrible, I told them that I didn't think so and I got back some venomous responses. Someone used the seatbelt law in as a reference. Seriously? Saying that it would be just like the seatbelt laws that said that you wouldn't be pulled over unless it was for something else too. Honestly, if you're not wearing you're seatbelt you probably should be pulled over for being an idiot. Whatever. People are dumb. They don't want help but the minute something would happen, they are there asking for handouts.

Well, my block didn't end as well as I had hoped. I had the slight possiblity to increase my grades in three classes. But that was dashed and I'll have to settle with the grades I have. This block looks hard. All of these f-ed up grading scales and 100 points in a class. Total. Not just on a test. IN THE CLASS. And then they wanted us to buy $300+ worth of books. I'm not going to unless I really have to. Then I'm going to be mad about it.

[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]