I got a C on my equine block. I can only imagine that this was because of my failing surgery test grade. I haven’t seen the evaluations and hope that I can/will but I can’t imagine that they are bad.
You can’t call a pie a banana cream pie if you put pudding and bananas in it and KoolWhip on top. Its not the same as the one with custard and homemade whipped cream on top.
I’ve learned that not only are reusable IV needles a scary thought but they just don’t work! They get dull and you don’t know it until about the tenth time you’ve stuck an angry cow.
I’ve also learned that there are some things that you defiantly need more than one of especially if you have both haul in and farm call options. I had thought of several good examples but now all I can think of is halters and surgery boxes.
Things I want-a second stethoscope, books on theriogenology (or at least about dystocias), large animal surgery and large animal internal medicine and a kitten or puppy (Corgi, Australian Cattle Dog, or Norwich Terrier)
Things I Hate-really white tennis shoes (especially with jeans), lots of trash laying about in people’s yards (though depending on the circumstances, this can be rather interesting too), people that don’t dress for the things they do, lots of abandoned cars in people’s yards, people that wear too much makeup (if it gets on your clothes, its too much)
Originally, this list was going to be called Things That Are White Trash but I decided that some things don’t fit into that category.
I really like old houses and barns that are abandoned. I always want to explore them but never have. I think I am too afraid that they will collapse on me and no one will know where I am. I just imagine that you could find all sorts of treasures in them. Things left behind by previous owners, left by squatters, etc.
I think having a metal detector would provide a good hobby. I’d really like to have one but I don’t know where I’d go to look for treasures. Its not like I live near a beach or anything. Any suggestions for places that would provide me with some metallic objects that are not just rocks?
My back has been hurting me since I started out down here. Its not excruciating or anything, just sort of a dull ache especially when I sit a certain way. If I had to describe the location, it is in the muscles directly along my spine near where the last rib is. I described it to Joe earlier as where the loin comes from on a pig. I think I must have twisted wrong doing something, such as pulling a calf because that’s why its suddenly killing me tonight.
Is it weird to keep butter just out on your cabinet? Granted, it is just margarine but seriously, if you store it in the fridge and buy it in the refrigerated section of the supermarket, don’t you think it belongs in the cool for a reason? I don’t see the point of putting it in your fridge only to take it out and leave it on the counter later.
Did you know that you can freeze rotting bananas saving them for such things as banana bread later? I just don’t get why you wouldn’t take the hour it takes to make banana bread right when you noticed that the bananas were going south anyway. I mean how long does it take to freeze then thaw bananas? Longer than to make the bread to begin with.
If you knew you were planning on getting a new dog, knew for like a week and it was a puppy (or at least a young dog), wouldn’t you want to get it all new stuff (such as bowls, toys and even more so collars and leashes) rather than using the stuff from your old dog that died? I know I would.
I think I would really get into the High School Musical movies except for all the singing. I really thought I would like Rent but there was too much singing.
I really could use a perfect day. My perfect day right now would consist of a day where I didn’t have to do anything with it raining pretty hard, maybe some thunder and lightning. Me in my bed all cozy and warm with some dim lighting, Riley and Roosevelt curled up on the bed and Mary on the floor. I’d have lots of good books and magazines. I’d have plenty of food just magically appear. I could read and sleep and listen to good music as much as I wanted. Maybe Joe could join me too and we could cuddle and talk. That would be nice. I doubt it ever happens. Even if everything could align perfectly, Mary wouldn’t be content on the floor.
I think I say too much sometimes. I tell things/stories I shouldn’t, especially about Joe. My stories always go one sentence too long. I insist on telling a story that only vaguely relates to the item at hand. I insert comments when they are not needed. I don’t like that about myself. Though, I’m not too sure how much of this other people notice or care about.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]
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