Boobgate '08...OR...Things I Will Do For Money
So last night was Wednesday. And on Wednesdays at Cody's they have a wet t-shirt contest. Two weeks ago, I was disappointed by my self restraint (and poor listening/hearing ablities) and did not participate in what would of been surely a lock for me.
Vowing vengence on my sobriety and modesty, I found myself at Cody's last night. Complete with about 15 of Joe's coworkers. I don't have an exact head count. It possibly was more. And one of my friends from school. The ever wonderful classroom boyfriend, Kevin Stokes.
A half bottle of Boone's Farm and two beers into my night, I found myself signing up. Another half a beer and I was being shown to my 'changing room'. There I was at a loss as to what I was to do next. Two very excited (perhaps drunk as well) girls helped me into my tank top and then proceeded to help me hooch it up by rolling it and cutting it up the back. We laughed. We danced. I was comforted about my belly fat. (WHAT? I HAVE BELLY FAT?!?!?) And also told that we were going to beat the Stephanie's girls (from Stephanie's Caberet, the local strip club that sponsored the event). I followed them up on stage. I stood meekly but excitedly near the rear of the line. Then was told that I needed to be first. DAMN. I DON'T WANNA BE FIRST!
And then a bucket of ice water was dumped on me. I assume that you know what happens when buckets of ice water hit a girl in a white tank top. And putting everything my mother ever told me aside (though honestly, this never was mentioned), I ripped my shirt off. Yes, about 75 of my closest NEW friends got to see what was previously only seen by myself, trained professionals and well, Joe. I sauntered my way back across the stage to the end of the line.
And then the announcer said-'Leslie, you can't do that. You're disqualified.'
And the door guy said something to the effect of-'Since when? When did this start?'
And the announcer-'Tonight.'
Door Guy-'I didn't know that.'
So now cold and wet and mostly topless, I watched as the other contestants managed to show some restraint and keep their tops on. But not without flashing everyone. (So what difference did it really make that I ripped my shirt off? I could still get it to cover most of myself.)
Some dry clothes later, Joe was furious. And you all know Joe. When he gets mad, everyone knows it. I could tell it from on stage. And the more he got mad, the more upset I got thinking about how stupid I had been. How ashamed I should feel. (BUT I wasn't!) But I have to admit, I liked that Joe was mad because he was mad for me. For my injustice.
I explained several times what exactly had transpired onstage. At one point, an older gentleman in a wheelchair came up to me and took my hand. He asked what happened and I explained. He said it wasn't right. He was cheering for me. He came especially for the boobies. And he liked what I had. I kept thanking him because honestly, isn't a stranger telling you you have a nice rack the greatest complement of them all? And then he asked me where I worked (as in what strip club) and I told him that it was my first time doing that. And he complimented me again. And isn't being asked what strip club you work at the second greatest complement of them all?
Joe continued to be angry. And his anger caused him to throw ice at the building when the bartender was out on a smoke break. This caused her to yell at him and tell him that he was out of there. As in he was getting kicked out. Joe stormed out and I followed but not without Joe also dumping his fresh drink on the ground. The bartender and the large door guy (who I'm pretty sure wouldn't of cared and probably felt bad for me in some small way) followed us out.
I drove us home (in the Slick Vic!). Joe continued to be angry and I continued to be crazy.
Some thoughts on the incident (Boobgate '08)-
Two weeks ago, only one girl did not show us her boobs. She came in second place. And we all felt that she was cheated. I didn't want to be that girl so I took the risk of ripping my top off. Unfortunatly, it appears that it backfired on me. Which is why I didn't want to go first. Had I not been first, I wouldn't of even thought of doing that. Flashing, maybe. But not taking off my shirt if the others weren't doing it.
And how did the other girls know not to take their shirts off? There were no rules posted or gone over before hand. It bothers me that the door guy didn't know. It bothers me that I didn't know! Its not like because we wern't there last week that we missed out on the new rule since it clearly was stated that it started tonight.
Supposedly because Stephanie's sponsors the contest that they don't have to pay if one of their girls wins. Fine. But Joe's theory is that because they saw that I had a huge crowd with me, that they wanted to make sure that I didn't win. It would look really bad if one of the strippers lost or was declared the winner when clearly it belonged to someone else.
Joe also believes that they were looking to throw him out because he was calling out their bluff. Storming around with mad face probably didn't help
I could of protested. I could of been a baby or a bitch about the whole thing. I could of asked some questions. (I think that the door guy might of been on my side. I sort of expected hime to say something to me later, an apology perhaps? but he didn't) I could of just kept on participating. Dancing around on the stage and the like. I think that may of been the way to go.
A chant of my name could of been started but my name is unfortunatly not one that incites well understood chants. Leslie is soft sounding, its too long and just sounds like drunken blabber when you yell it. Now a name like Kate is an ideal chanting name.
Anyway, I shouldn't worry about it. I shouldn't keep dwelling on it. I should chalk it up to being 25 and needing this experience. I've always wanted to be on a Girls Gone Wild tape and that was close enough for me.
I don't think that Joe will be allowed back into Cody's on Wednesday nights anymore. I don't think that I'll be participating in anymore wet t-shirt contests...unless rules are clearly explained to me before hand.
But now I'm the hottest topic at Oscar Meyer AND a stranger has told me that he liked my jugs! WHOO! Go me!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
MySpace-July 27, 2008-Various Assortment
Well. I went camping and have the bug bites all over my legs and feet to prove it. Riley went with us and was the most amazing dog she's ever been. (With perhaps the exception of when I make her wear costumes.) I won't go into details about camping but check out Riley's blog because hers is pretty accurate about the events.
Joe and I are finally moved into the new apartment together! As I write this, Joe is asleep in OUR apartment in HIS bed with MY dog. Riley seriously has spent the entire day asleep with Joe. I think she'll have to go to the dog park to wear off some energy tonight. There is alot of stuff left to do with the apartment unpacking wise. There are pictures to hang and cabinets to reorganize. There are skillets and plastic cups to throw out. Seriously, we have about a dozen of each. I am very excited about this apartment thing and will continue to be so until there is a huge arguement or I have to go back to school. Until then, I get to set women's lib back about 30 years and play the happy homemaker. Which I will with fierce intensity. There are clothes to sew and meals to cook, damnit!
I was supposed to go to the Ozark Empire Fair with the mules today but honestly, I didn't want to. I'm tired.
I picked up my entries from the Boone County Fair today. I won a second place ribbon with my rumen pillow but was told it would of been better had I labeled the parts of the stomach. I knew this but all of my labeling stuff was packed away. I won thrid place with my apple cake. While I am pleased with getting the ribbon I was not pleased with the comments which were that the cake was undercooked. Not so because I know for a fact that I OVERcooked this cake. Unfortunately, apple cake isn't your typical cake-it bakes more like a bread pudding in consistancy than a chocolate cake does. Anyway, next year there are certain to be some more entries from me-perhaps some cookies, some dog costumes?
This week, sadly, we are going to have one of our horses euthanized. Lacey is only three but has chronic renal failure, which typically horses, not even old ones, don't get. We are having her necropsied and I plan on sitting in on it because I am very curious as to why.
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Joe and I are finally moved into the new apartment together! As I write this, Joe is asleep in OUR apartment in HIS bed with MY dog. Riley seriously has spent the entire day asleep with Joe. I think she'll have to go to the dog park to wear off some energy tonight. There is alot of stuff left to do with the apartment unpacking wise. There are pictures to hang and cabinets to reorganize. There are skillets and plastic cups to throw out. Seriously, we have about a dozen of each. I am very excited about this apartment thing and will continue to be so until there is a huge arguement or I have to go back to school. Until then, I get to set women's lib back about 30 years and play the happy homemaker. Which I will with fierce intensity. There are clothes to sew and meals to cook, damnit!
I was supposed to go to the Ozark Empire Fair with the mules today but honestly, I didn't want to. I'm tired.
I picked up my entries from the Boone County Fair today. I won a second place ribbon with my rumen pillow but was told it would of been better had I labeled the parts of the stomach. I knew this but all of my labeling stuff was packed away. I won thrid place with my apple cake. While I am pleased with getting the ribbon I was not pleased with the comments which were that the cake was undercooked. Not so because I know for a fact that I OVERcooked this cake. Unfortunately, apple cake isn't your typical cake-it bakes more like a bread pudding in consistancy than a chocolate cake does. Anyway, next year there are certain to be some more entries from me-perhaps some cookies, some dog costumes?
This week, sadly, we are going to have one of our horses euthanized. Lacey is only three but has chronic renal failure, which typically horses, not even old ones, don't get. We are having her necropsied and I plan on sitting in on it because I am very curious as to why.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
MySpace-July 17, 2008-Drunken Disappointments
Last night, I went out to Cody's with Joe and his friends from work. I had found them to be good times last Friday and was willing to hang out again. It also didn't hurt that it was Wednesday which meant there was a wet t-shirt contest.
Sadly, because Joe and I stood out in the parking lot for too long, I was not boozed up enough to participate in the wet t-shirt contest. Which I would of won easily, because other than the one or two pair of gross big boobs, the other girls might as well of been boys. That's how small their boobs were. Mine look huge comparativly. I missed my chance at winning $100. I could go next week but we're camping. The week after and its the day before going to the state fair. I think. Maybe not. I need a calendar.
Also, there was alot of encouraging to ride the mechanical bull. I told everyone I would but by the time my courage was up-I just like having a few drinks before hand-they weren't running it any more. Sad.
There was something else I missed out on because I was too drunk, but now I don't remember. Unless it was sleep. I did miss out on that. We didn't make it to bed until five am. I had to be at the mule barn at 10 am. That' sucks-I should go home and nap.
After last call, we went back to Eric's house. He's good times and I totally am envious of his apartment. Because I was the soberer of the two, I got to drove the SLICK VIC HOME! Joe insisted on hanging out of the window despite my pleas for him not to and as a result, lost his hat. Serves him right. Stupid boy.
Anyway, I had a fantastic time. Perhaps one day, I'll be $100 richer. Got to make the rent money some how because I ain't working.
I uploaded the videos of Riley and her buddy Gator. Check them out. They'll be on YouTube, too.
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Sadly, because Joe and I stood out in the parking lot for too long, I was not boozed up enough to participate in the wet t-shirt contest. Which I would of won easily, because other than the one or two pair of gross big boobs, the other girls might as well of been boys. That's how small their boobs were. Mine look huge comparativly. I missed my chance at winning $100. I could go next week but we're camping. The week after and its the day before going to the state fair. I think. Maybe not. I need a calendar.
Also, there was alot of encouraging to ride the mechanical bull. I told everyone I would but by the time my courage was up-I just like having a few drinks before hand-they weren't running it any more. Sad.
There was something else I missed out on because I was too drunk, but now I don't remember. Unless it was sleep. I did miss out on that. We didn't make it to bed until five am. I had to be at the mule barn at 10 am. That' sucks-I should go home and nap.
After last call, we went back to Eric's house. He's good times and I totally am envious of his apartment. Because I was the soberer of the two, I got to drove the SLICK VIC HOME! Joe insisted on hanging out of the window despite my pleas for him not to and as a result, lost his hat. Serves him right. Stupid boy.
Anyway, I had a fantastic time. Perhaps one day, I'll be $100 richer. Got to make the rent money some how because I ain't working.
I uploaded the videos of Riley and her buddy Gator. Check them out. They'll be on YouTube, too.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Monday, July 21, 2008
MySpace-July 21, 2008-Moving Mania!
Well, I'm moved. Unpacked? No!
Friday, Joe and I moved most everything from one apartment across the parking lot to the new apartment. It was hot. It was tiring. There were some arguments. Friday night and Saturday morning, I finished up and did some unnessacary cleaning.
I've been slowly unpacking. My goal is to get it done before camping.
Thursday night, Joe and I went to see the Glenn Beck thing at the movie theater. I knew that he would fall asleep and told him not too when I talked to him at noon. Around five I called him. No answer. And the same pretty much repeated itself until quarter till six when the movie thing started at seven. He had fallen asleep. We rushed to meet at the theater only to find out that they oversold it and we were forced to sit on folding chairs. Then about half an hour in or so, the movie quite entirely. The satelite feed crapped out. We got our money back ($40), which I thought would buy me some dinner. But I was wrong. Joe considered it a windfall. I bought a shirmp ring and some ice cream for myself. I didn't eat them together...but if I had, you should be worried.
I think there will be some tomato picking today!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Friday, Joe and I moved most everything from one apartment across the parking lot to the new apartment. It was hot. It was tiring. There were some arguments. Friday night and Saturday morning, I finished up and did some unnessacary cleaning.
I've been slowly unpacking. My goal is to get it done before camping.
Thursday night, Joe and I went to see the Glenn Beck thing at the movie theater. I knew that he would fall asleep and told him not too when I talked to him at noon. Around five I called him. No answer. And the same pretty much repeated itself until quarter till six when the movie thing started at seven. He had fallen asleep. We rushed to meet at the theater only to find out that they oversold it and we were forced to sit on folding chairs. Then about half an hour in or so, the movie quite entirely. The satelite feed crapped out. We got our money back ($40), which I thought would buy me some dinner. But I was wrong. Joe considered it a windfall. I bought a shirmp ring and some ice cream for myself. I didn't eat them together...but if I had, you should be worried.
I think there will be some tomato picking today!
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Sunday, July 20, 2008
MySpace-July 20, 2008-Four Blogs Worth Reading...Not Counting This One
Apparently, a blank body ..s an ..nval..d body. That's what she sa..d!
Go on, read the blogs. Enjoy!
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MySpace-July 20, 2008-VACATION!
Drum roll...the moment (blog) that you've all been waiting for. Notes on my vacation!
Friday, July 13th-We left really, really early in the morning. Like 4am early. Mom drove. I slept. I told her that she had to drive first because even though we've gone this route a 1000 time on the way to horse shows, I didn't know it because I always slept through it. We drove through our part of Missouri, all of Illinois, all of Indiana, all of Ohio, all of West Virginia (only like 20 miles) and part of Pennsylvania before stopping for the night. It rained during the last half of the trip including very heavily with hail in Ohio. It also never failed for me to be the one driving when we hit construction or going through the tunnel. Our hotel in Pennsylvania was next to a dairy to which I proclaimed that Pennsylvania smelled like dairy cows and I loved it! I told mom if she didn't know where I was in the morning that she'd know where I was-the dairy farm helping milk or feeding calves or something. Dairy cows are a serious disease. I am starting DCA soon.
Saturday, July 14th-We drove through some more very nice country side to get to Gettysburg only to discover that it was bikers week. Hmm....I left my Harley Davidson t-shirt at home. The park was very nice. Very large like 21000 acres were involved in the battle and some thing like 51000 people died over the three days. The whole park would of been better had either of us been serious Civil War buffs. An untasteful picture of me laying in a field was taken. We had rented horses for the afternoon and went on a guided trail ride for two hours. Ten of the 15 people on it were bikers. My butt was sore but mom's wasn't. (I think she has more padding.) I had a red gelding named Kirby who didn't really listen to me, kept his nose firmly attached to the horse's butt in front of him and then every once in a while tried to bite that same horse. After the ride, we drove into New Jersey where our hotel was. On the way, I had an ice cream cone-raspberry with dark chocolate raspberry cups.
Sunday, July 15th-We woke up and went into Philly to the Mutter Museum. We paid $25 for parking not knowing that we could of parked on the street for free. The museum was cool. I particularly liked the things about conjoined twins and fetal abnormalities. (That stuff also scares me about having kids.) But the museum was crowded so that sucked. It was a good thing though that I had a background in medicine (even veterinary medicine) and pathology. Mom then wanted to go to the art museum only to see the steps that Rocky ran up and the resulting Rocky statue at their base. We eventually found it and then spent half an hour looking for a parking spot. She however, wasn't being good with directions while I was trying not to hit cars or people and we ended up fighting. We didn't talk for the rest of the day and even though it was just around noon we went back to the hotel. No baseball game (Cards vs. Phillies, Cards won giving the Phillies their 10000th loss); no horse races (two big races were being ran at Deleware Park where we had considered going). Joe though I should apoligize as I knew he would and I didn't as he know I wouldn't.
Monday, July 16th-Still not talking to each other much and it being sort of raining, we got up early and hit the New Jersey turnpike towards Atlantic City. We went to the beach and down the boardwalk. After some fresh ocean air, mom and I were on speaking terms again and like nothing happened by the end of the day. I played in the ocean and chased a sea gull or two. We kept driving south, mom bought me some breakfast (per an previous agreement for me getting up early) and we ended up at Cape May and its light house. We looked at the light house and I played in the water at the beach again. It was good times. They we cut west across the state aiming for Deleware. We got sidetracked as a town's downtown was burning. Apparently,their fire department was about as capable as DeSoto's. (i.e. not.) We entered Deleware too late for the races at Deleware Park but into Pennsylvania again in time for post at Harrah's. We watched ten of 13 harness races. I had some horses come in the money-some big, some small. But I didn't actually bet.
Tuesday, July 17th-This day we did the Philiadelphia thing. We went to Independance Hall, Betsy Ross' house (the outside), the Liberty Bell and Franklin Court where I met Benjamin Franklin, my hero for a long time. I ate a Philly cheesesteak from a street vendor and it was amazing. We then drove through Chinatown on our way to Amish country. In Lancaster, we ate at Applebee's, which I am only mentioning because I had the shrimp and spinich salad and it was really, really good. It has bacon and except for vegitarians and some Jews, who doesn't like bacon?
Wednesday, July 18th-We woke up, drove around, bought some Amish crafts and then went on a tour of an Amish house. The one I really wanted to go to was in a Target parking lot so we went to a different one. The farm was cool and I learned alot but there were no cows which of course was disappointing to me. DCA next week, I promise. Then we went on an Amish carriage ride through the country. It was short but nice. I enjoyed it alot. I saw some more cows but not enough. After that, we went on a factory tour of Herr's Potato Chips. That was really neat. All like the TV show How Its Made. We ate some still warm potato chips. Yum. Then we drove through Maryland and didn't eat crabcakes even though we were really close to the Chesapeke Bay. Mom once again failed to point out resturants until we were on them or past them. Back into Pennsylvania and out for a place to eat that served seafood. We found a place and even though our $34 bill should say we ate well and mom proclaimed them the best crab cakes ever, I remain skeptical. Maybe I havn't eaten enough seafood.
Thursday, July 19th-After waking up again way too early, we left for home. It was of course rainy. Mom drove at the beginning while I slept and she had the pleasure of driving through four tunnels! (I'd later go on to drive through all of the construction still.) And even though it was 7am and even though the rain had driven us off on Friday, this time we stopped at the Flight 93 Memorial. Its a field where Americans stopped terror. There were lots of very personal tributes. I was sleeping and had nothing thoughtful to think. And I was cold. And sort of wet. Then more driving and home.
I got seven plastic snowglobes for my collection. I got presents for Joe, Alex, Hannah and my brother, Jerry. I got some Christmas presents for others.
I decided that with the state smelling like dairy cows as proclaimed early on, that Pennsylvania wouldn't be a bad place for me to live. Its really pretty. And Atlantic City would be a fun place to visit when its not the two or three hours that its all asleep. My vacation was fun. This was the first real vacation I have ever took. I need to go get my oil changed. (Not tonight of course, but maybe Monday or Tuesday.)
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Friday, July 13th-We left really, really early in the morning. Like 4am early. Mom drove. I slept. I told her that she had to drive first because even though we've gone this route a 1000 time on the way to horse shows, I didn't know it because I always slept through it. We drove through our part of Missouri, all of Illinois, all of Indiana, all of Ohio, all of West Virginia (only like 20 miles) and part of Pennsylvania before stopping for the night. It rained during the last half of the trip including very heavily with hail in Ohio. It also never failed for me to be the one driving when we hit construction or going through the tunnel. Our hotel in Pennsylvania was next to a dairy to which I proclaimed that Pennsylvania smelled like dairy cows and I loved it! I told mom if she didn't know where I was in the morning that she'd know where I was-the dairy farm helping milk or feeding calves or something. Dairy cows are a serious disease. I am starting DCA soon.
Saturday, July 14th-We drove through some more very nice country side to get to Gettysburg only to discover that it was bikers week. Hmm....I left my Harley Davidson t-shirt at home. The park was very nice. Very large like 21000 acres were involved in the battle and some thing like 51000 people died over the three days. The whole park would of been better had either of us been serious Civil War buffs. An untasteful picture of me laying in a field was taken. We had rented horses for the afternoon and went on a guided trail ride for two hours. Ten of the 15 people on it were bikers. My butt was sore but mom's wasn't. (I think she has more padding.) I had a red gelding named Kirby who didn't really listen to me, kept his nose firmly attached to the horse's butt in front of him and then every once in a while tried to bite that same horse. After the ride, we drove into New Jersey where our hotel was. On the way, I had an ice cream cone-raspberry with dark chocolate raspberry cups.
Sunday, July 15th-We woke up and went into Philly to the Mutter Museum. We paid $25 for parking not knowing that we could of parked on the street for free. The museum was cool. I particularly liked the things about conjoined twins and fetal abnormalities. (That stuff also scares me about having kids.) But the museum was crowded so that sucked. It was a good thing though that I had a background in medicine (even veterinary medicine) and pathology. Mom then wanted to go to the art museum only to see the steps that Rocky ran up and the resulting Rocky statue at their base. We eventually found it and then spent half an hour looking for a parking spot. She however, wasn't being good with directions while I was trying not to hit cars or people and we ended up fighting. We didn't talk for the rest of the day and even though it was just around noon we went back to the hotel. No baseball game (Cards vs. Phillies, Cards won giving the Phillies their 10000th loss); no horse races (two big races were being ran at Deleware Park where we had considered going). Joe though I should apoligize as I knew he would and I didn't as he know I wouldn't.
Monday, July 16th-Still not talking to each other much and it being sort of raining, we got up early and hit the New Jersey turnpike towards Atlantic City. We went to the beach and down the boardwalk. After some fresh ocean air, mom and I were on speaking terms again and like nothing happened by the end of the day. I played in the ocean and chased a sea gull or two. We kept driving south, mom bought me some breakfast (per an previous agreement for me getting up early) and we ended up at Cape May and its light house. We looked at the light house and I played in the water at the beach again. It was good times. They we cut west across the state aiming for Deleware. We got sidetracked as a town's downtown was burning. Apparently,their fire department was about as capable as DeSoto's. (i.e. not.) We entered Deleware too late for the races at Deleware Park but into Pennsylvania again in time for post at Harrah's. We watched ten of 13 harness races. I had some horses come in the money-some big, some small. But I didn't actually bet.
Tuesday, July 17th-This day we did the Philiadelphia thing. We went to Independance Hall, Betsy Ross' house (the outside), the Liberty Bell and Franklin Court where I met Benjamin Franklin, my hero for a long time. I ate a Philly cheesesteak from a street vendor and it was amazing. We then drove through Chinatown on our way to Amish country. In Lancaster, we ate at Applebee's, which I am only mentioning because I had the shrimp and spinich salad and it was really, really good. It has bacon and except for vegitarians and some Jews, who doesn't like bacon?
Wednesday, July 18th-We woke up, drove around, bought some Amish crafts and then went on a tour of an Amish house. The one I really wanted to go to was in a Target parking lot so we went to a different one. The farm was cool and I learned alot but there were no cows which of course was disappointing to me. DCA next week, I promise. Then we went on an Amish carriage ride through the country. It was short but nice. I enjoyed it alot. I saw some more cows but not enough. After that, we went on a factory tour of Herr's Potato Chips. That was really neat. All like the TV show How Its Made. We ate some still warm potato chips. Yum. Then we drove through Maryland and didn't eat crabcakes even though we were really close to the Chesapeke Bay. Mom once again failed to point out resturants until we were on them or past them. Back into Pennsylvania and out for a place to eat that served seafood. We found a place and even though our $34 bill should say we ate well and mom proclaimed them the best crab cakes ever, I remain skeptical. Maybe I havn't eaten enough seafood.
Thursday, July 19th-After waking up again way too early, we left for home. It was of course rainy. Mom drove at the beginning while I slept and she had the pleasure of driving through four tunnels! (I'd later go on to drive through all of the construction still.) And even though it was 7am and even though the rain had driven us off on Friday, this time we stopped at the Flight 93 Memorial. Its a field where Americans stopped terror. There were lots of very personal tributes. I was sleeping and had nothing thoughtful to think. And I was cold. And sort of wet. Then more driving and home.
I got seven plastic snowglobes for my collection. I got presents for Joe, Alex, Hannah and my brother, Jerry. I got some Christmas presents for others.
I decided that with the state smelling like dairy cows as proclaimed early on, that Pennsylvania wouldn't be a bad place for me to live. Its really pretty. And Atlantic City would be a fun place to visit when its not the two or three hours that its all asleep. My vacation was fun. This was the first real vacation I have ever took. I need to go get my oil changed. (Not tonight of course, but maybe Monday or Tuesday.)
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Sunday, July 13, 2008
MySpace-July 13, 2008-Adventures in Dog Sitting
I'm watching Rachel Ray's dog for her while she's on a float trip this weekend. His name is Gator. He's like a blue tick hound mix. He's super cute and a pretty good dog. I'm not positive how old he his but he's maybe six months or so. Maybe a little older.
Rachel was worried about taking him to a kennel and since I might decide to have her take Riley when I go camping (and for sure water the vegetables), I told her I didn't mind dog sitting.
Gator came over late Friday night after Joe and I got back from the Oscar Meyer party in Mexico (Missouri, not the country, though that would be cool). He played with Riley some and Riley was super happy to see him! (Its always a toss up with how Riley will be around other dogs including her dog friends.) Contrary to what Rachel told me, Gator readily ate his food and didn't howl at all.
Saturday morning, I woke up because I heard him whinnying. He had peed in his crate but no big deal. He'd probably drank too much water when playing with Riley and I didn't hear him start whinnying. We went outside and he did his business. Several hours later, I noticed what looked like a line of dog urine near the couch. I couldn't determine for sure if it was urine or soda or whatever so again, no big deal. Throughout the day, I took Gator out and determined that he has the world's smallest dog bladder. Seriously, he's old enough that he should be able to go more than two hours without peeing. I know he goes all day when we are at school. Joe walked both dogs around 3 and they both did 1 and 2. Around six, I took them both out again before dinner. Gator didn't poop but since he already had, no big deal. About 8, I wondered where Gator was. And where was he? Pooping in the hallway! In retrospect, he did stand at the front door for a minute before wondering off but I thought it was because people were walking around out front and Riley was barking. So my carpet now has three little brown stains. Oh well, it was pretty much destroyed because of the cat anyway.
Eventually, it was bed time for me. I went back to enjoy sleeping on fresh sheets only to find that some creature had peed on my bed. Through my comforter, through the clean sheets, through the matress pad. Luckily not actually onto the matress. It could of been the cat doing it out of spite for bringing another dog into the house. It could of been Gator, which is my guess. I had to take the comforter to the laundromat this morning to get it washed. It cost me five dollars. Its still wet because I was out of quarters to get it dried.
This morning, Gator woke me up again with some whinnying. And poop in his crate. He hasn't eaten breakfast yet because he might have a touch of mixed bowel diarrhea.
Overall, minus the potty accidents, the stay has been good. Riley has enjoyed having someone to play with. She certainly is my dog. Friday night, she ran around showing Gator everything. 'Look its the rabbit! Look its my mommy's bed! Look this is the cat and you can grab him by the neck like this! Look this is my stuffed animal that Mom calls Elmo but I really know its a Barney! Look! Look! Gator! Look!' Riley and Gator both have had their grumpy moments and some growls and nips have been exchanged but nothing too bad. There are some videos I'll eventually get uploaded to here and to YouTube so watch for them. I think another dog would be okay!
Gator didn't know what the rabbit was. It was funny since he should be a rabbit dog. He was actually scared. I have a video of that too.
Roosevelt didn't know what to think at first. Now he knows that Gator is a dog and not like Riley. Roosevelt will hiss and growl at Gator and he normally gets the message and leaves the poor cat alone. Riley isn't getting hissed at and is satisifed to continue her cat mauling ways. Instead of hiding however, Roosevelt has taken to perching himself on top of things and watching to make sure nothing happens. Its rather cute. Poor kitty.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Rachel was worried about taking him to a kennel and since I might decide to have her take Riley when I go camping (and for sure water the vegetables), I told her I didn't mind dog sitting.
Gator came over late Friday night after Joe and I got back from the Oscar Meyer party in Mexico (Missouri, not the country, though that would be cool). He played with Riley some and Riley was super happy to see him! (Its always a toss up with how Riley will be around other dogs including her dog friends.) Contrary to what Rachel told me, Gator readily ate his food and didn't howl at all.
Saturday morning, I woke up because I heard him whinnying. He had peed in his crate but no big deal. He'd probably drank too much water when playing with Riley and I didn't hear him start whinnying. We went outside and he did his business. Several hours later, I noticed what looked like a line of dog urine near the couch. I couldn't determine for sure if it was urine or soda or whatever so again, no big deal. Throughout the day, I took Gator out and determined that he has the world's smallest dog bladder. Seriously, he's old enough that he should be able to go more than two hours without peeing. I know he goes all day when we are at school. Joe walked both dogs around 3 and they both did 1 and 2. Around six, I took them both out again before dinner. Gator didn't poop but since he already had, no big deal. About 8, I wondered where Gator was. And where was he? Pooping in the hallway! In retrospect, he did stand at the front door for a minute before wondering off but I thought it was because people were walking around out front and Riley was barking. So my carpet now has three little brown stains. Oh well, it was pretty much destroyed because of the cat anyway.
Eventually, it was bed time for me. I went back to enjoy sleeping on fresh sheets only to find that some creature had peed on my bed. Through my comforter, through the clean sheets, through the matress pad. Luckily not actually onto the matress. It could of been the cat doing it out of spite for bringing another dog into the house. It could of been Gator, which is my guess. I had to take the comforter to the laundromat this morning to get it washed. It cost me five dollars. Its still wet because I was out of quarters to get it dried.
This morning, Gator woke me up again with some whinnying. And poop in his crate. He hasn't eaten breakfast yet because he might have a touch of mixed bowel diarrhea.
Overall, minus the potty accidents, the stay has been good. Riley has enjoyed having someone to play with. She certainly is my dog. Friday night, she ran around showing Gator everything. 'Look its the rabbit! Look its my mommy's bed! Look this is the cat and you can grab him by the neck like this! Look this is my stuffed animal that Mom calls Elmo but I really know its a Barney! Look! Look! Gator! Look!' Riley and Gator both have had their grumpy moments and some growls and nips have been exchanged but nothing too bad. There are some videos I'll eventually get uploaded to here and to YouTube so watch for them. I think another dog would be okay!
Gator didn't know what the rabbit was. It was funny since he should be a rabbit dog. He was actually scared. I have a video of that too.
Roosevelt didn't know what to think at first. Now he knows that Gator is a dog and not like Riley. Roosevelt will hiss and growl at Gator and he normally gets the message and leaves the poor cat alone. Riley isn't getting hissed at and is satisifed to continue her cat mauling ways. Instead of hiding however, Roosevelt has taken to perching himself on top of things and watching to make sure nothing happens. Its rather cute. Poor kitty.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
MySpace-July 9, 2008-The Nice Things Joe Says To Me
In general, there's nothing going on. I finally got my new license plates. Of course, the DMV moved again! Err! I spent all day Saturday at the horse show having a good time and missing getting to show my own horses. As a reward, I got an awesome purse! 
I know its a little tacky but secretly I love it. I want a belt in a similar style. Make all the cowboys envious! Other than that, I've been laying on my couch, sleeping too much (Saturday, I put in 14 hours plus some naps on Sunday.) and making rumen pillows.
So the nice things Joe says to me.
On inspecting the contents of my refrigerator, Joe said something about me having bought premade cookie dough. I told him that it was just in case I didn't have the ingredients for the cookies I took to Amberle's party. He said 'Oh, its just that everything you make is so good.' Well, that's the jist of it anyway.
And yesterday, he told me that he loved it when I laughed even at inappropriate times. (Such as when we're naked.)
Awww...how sweet.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/10/11]
On inspecting the contents of my refrigerator, Joe said something about me having bought premade cookie dough. I told him that it was just in case I didn't have the ingredients for the cookies I took to Amberle's party. He said 'Oh, its just that everything you make is so good.' Well, that's the jist of it anyway.
And yesterday, he told me that he loved it when I laughed even at inappropriate times. (Such as when we're naked.)
Awww...how sweet.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/10/11]
Friday, July 4, 2008
MySpace-July 4, 2008-And So School Ends, and Summer Begins
This week has been really long for me. Its been crazy stressful and emotional. I've pretty much been willing to cry at the drop of a hat. Its partly the stress, partly the lady illness.
But now school is out and I can reflect on all that summer brings.
But first, let's recap finals.
Friday, we had finals in emergancy and critical care and in surgery. I had passed the two graded surgeries and only needed like a 50% on the comprehensive test. I missed like three. So that was cool. I passed surgery! And emergency and critical care-I think I had an A going into that final. Maybe not. The class had a messed up grading scale and whatever my A was, it was very close to the cut off. And I got lower on the final than I needed dropping myself into the next lower grade. Oh well. I didn't really study as hard for that final as I needed too and resigned myself to that grade.
Monday, we had an open note small animal medicine final. I had frantically worked all weekend trying to solve the twenty four cases that they had given us in advance. The test was much harder than I had imagined it to be but pulled a C out of it which is about normal for me and locked in the C in this class.
Tuesday was the equine final. Despite having been around horses since I was five, I still can't determine lameness unless the horse is dragging its leg or something equally as severe. And I had made piece with this. Except on the final there turned out to be like seven lameness videos and I got only a handful correct. I had a B after the midterm and hence going into the final. I knew what I needed to keep said B. And missed it by ONE POINT! One fucking point! One point because I didn't read a question about quarter cracks well enough. ERR!
Wednesday was the last day of finals and of school. We had two finals-a surgery test and a honking food animal medicine final. The surgery test went well scoring only slightly lower than I normally do and finishing out the class with a B. I really like surgery and think that my grades adequatly reflect so. I easily could become a surgeon but hopefully not a cocky one. And then food animal medicine, which relied heavily on some clinical pathology that I didn't remember. I got a B on the final but missed the A in the class by ONE FUCKING PERCENT! And then yesterday, I found out that we got some points back and that was enough to give me an A in the class! Woo!
So to finish it up, it looks like it will be one A, two Bs, two Cs and a pass in the actual surgery lab.
So how do a bunch of vet students celebrate being one summer and one block closer to clinics! Drinking of course! And ignoring the rest of your class to have your own party and not going to theirs.
Amberle kindly hosted a party at her Providence Hill apartment. Everyone cool showed up for some major boozing. I polished off two and a half bottles of Boone's Farm. (I had bought only two; Joe went on a run for us.) We were loud and screaming and ranting and raving and drunk. We complained about school, classmates and professors. We talked about sex and who was going to get some-not me, I have lady illness, which brought a laugh to everyone. Not Kevin, though he did proclaim that he can get a distance of six feet when masturbating. I think a little more booze in everyone and we may of seen something that we regretted. Anyway, there are pictures on facebook if you care to see them. Nothing too bad, just a bunch of drunkys.
And how does summer begin? With me taking my car into the repair shop for an oil change and state safety inspection. Which ended up costing me $750! So I apparently have been driving a death trap. My car wouldn't pass safety inspection because the muffler was leaking and because the front brakes were shot. And even though they could pass it, the back brakes were about shot too. And the front tires needed balencing, but I knew that. And something else was broken, which I also already knew and actually had the parts to fix but haven't been able to go back to DeSoto to have Jerry do it.
So after looking at like four estimates from Meineke, I settled on fixing the front and back brakes and the muffler. In addition to the oil change, tire balencing, and inspection. $750. On my Discover card. I should be getting some cash back bonuses from that. And when they pulled the back brakes, they found that my parking brake was shot too. It would be another $100. So I passed on getting that fixed and simply told them that I wouldn't park on any more hills!
I never made it to the DMV. Maybe Monday. I am excited for those new Missouri plates.
And because it was noon before I could leave, I missed my appointment with the relationship study person. I have that rescheduled for next week.
Riley also had to go to the vet for vaccinations yesterday. Andrea Miller was my student which was cool because I actually like her. She did a good job. Riley's temperature was 104 degrees though. We gave her ten or twenty minutes to settle down and the temperature dropped and she got vaccinated. We didn't however address Riley's weight as much as I would of liked. She's over thirty pounds! But I don't think that she's really all that fat. In fact, even though she weighed more than she did last year, I think she has a better BCS. She has more of a tuck to her abdomen. If any of my veterinarian friends want to look at her and evaluate her, I'd be cool with that.
Last night, Joe and I made lasagna. It was the best one that I've ever made. Joe helped too of course. It was really good.
Tonight, we plan on watching fireworks from my apartment. It'll be cool except for dealing with all of my neighbors.
Tomorrow, I head out to the fairgrounds for a horse show. I don't think I get to show since my mom isn't bringing any of our horses but I get to hang out and help with another lady's horse.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/5/11]
But now school is out and I can reflect on all that summer brings.
But first, let's recap finals.
Friday, we had finals in emergancy and critical care and in surgery. I had passed the two graded surgeries and only needed like a 50% on the comprehensive test. I missed like three. So that was cool. I passed surgery! And emergency and critical care-I think I had an A going into that final. Maybe not. The class had a messed up grading scale and whatever my A was, it was very close to the cut off. And I got lower on the final than I needed dropping myself into the next lower grade. Oh well. I didn't really study as hard for that final as I needed too and resigned myself to that grade.
Monday, we had an open note small animal medicine final. I had frantically worked all weekend trying to solve the twenty four cases that they had given us in advance. The test was much harder than I had imagined it to be but pulled a C out of it which is about normal for me and locked in the C in this class.
Tuesday was the equine final. Despite having been around horses since I was five, I still can't determine lameness unless the horse is dragging its leg or something equally as severe. And I had made piece with this. Except on the final there turned out to be like seven lameness videos and I got only a handful correct. I had a B after the midterm and hence going into the final. I knew what I needed to keep said B. And missed it by ONE POINT! One fucking point! One point because I didn't read a question about quarter cracks well enough. ERR!
Wednesday was the last day of finals and of school. We had two finals-a surgery test and a honking food animal medicine final. The surgery test went well scoring only slightly lower than I normally do and finishing out the class with a B. I really like surgery and think that my grades adequatly reflect so. I easily could become a surgeon but hopefully not a cocky one. And then food animal medicine, which relied heavily on some clinical pathology that I didn't remember. I got a B on the final but missed the A in the class by ONE FUCKING PERCENT! And then yesterday, I found out that we got some points back and that was enough to give me an A in the class! Woo!
So to finish it up, it looks like it will be one A, two Bs, two Cs and a pass in the actual surgery lab.
So how do a bunch of vet students celebrate being one summer and one block closer to clinics! Drinking of course! And ignoring the rest of your class to have your own party and not going to theirs.
Amberle kindly hosted a party at her Providence Hill apartment. Everyone cool showed up for some major boozing. I polished off two and a half bottles of Boone's Farm. (I had bought only two; Joe went on a run for us.) We were loud and screaming and ranting and raving and drunk. We complained about school, classmates and professors. We talked about sex and who was going to get some-not me, I have lady illness, which brought a laugh to everyone. Not Kevin, though he did proclaim that he can get a distance of six feet when masturbating. I think a little more booze in everyone and we may of seen something that we regretted. Anyway, there are pictures on facebook if you care to see them. Nothing too bad, just a bunch of drunkys.
And how does summer begin? With me taking my car into the repair shop for an oil change and state safety inspection. Which ended up costing me $750! So I apparently have been driving a death trap. My car wouldn't pass safety inspection because the muffler was leaking and because the front brakes were shot. And even though they could pass it, the back brakes were about shot too. And the front tires needed balencing, but I knew that. And something else was broken, which I also already knew and actually had the parts to fix but haven't been able to go back to DeSoto to have Jerry do it.
So after looking at like four estimates from Meineke, I settled on fixing the front and back brakes and the muffler. In addition to the oil change, tire balencing, and inspection. $750. On my Discover card. I should be getting some cash back bonuses from that. And when they pulled the back brakes, they found that my parking brake was shot too. It would be another $100. So I passed on getting that fixed and simply told them that I wouldn't park on any more hills!
I never made it to the DMV. Maybe Monday. I am excited for those new Missouri plates.
And because it was noon before I could leave, I missed my appointment with the relationship study person. I have that rescheduled for next week.
Riley also had to go to the vet for vaccinations yesterday. Andrea Miller was my student which was cool because I actually like her. She did a good job. Riley's temperature was 104 degrees though. We gave her ten or twenty minutes to settle down and the temperature dropped and she got vaccinated. We didn't however address Riley's weight as much as I would of liked. She's over thirty pounds! But I don't think that she's really all that fat. In fact, even though she weighed more than she did last year, I think she has a better BCS. She has more of a tuck to her abdomen. If any of my veterinarian friends want to look at her and evaluate her, I'd be cool with that.
Last night, Joe and I made lasagna. It was the best one that I've ever made. Joe helped too of course. It was really good.
Tonight, we plan on watching fireworks from my apartment. It'll be cool except for dealing with all of my neighbors.
Tomorrow, I head out to the fairgrounds for a horse show. I don't think I get to show since my mom isn't bringing any of our horses but I get to hang out and help with another lady's horse.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/5/11]
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