Well, in true vet school fashion, my classes started up as if we never left them. Even though some of them we hadn't had before. Its just the same old power point note sets and printing and listening to lectures and sleeping in class. Some people laugh at me and others yell at me for sleeping in class, but I honestly can't help it. I just can't. School makes me so exhausted. Sitting on my butt for four hours straight just zaps my energy.
There are lots of mule events coming up and also in true mule club fashion, they are very hush hush. I don't really want to do any of them. I think I will the one on Friday but not Saturday.
Smoker is finally coming together, I say as if I have anything to do at all with the planning. I submitted two t-shirt ideas (which nothing has been said back to me about), sat in on a skit committee (all of these ideas are really good) and volunteered Joe's car for a skit (and was yelled at by him about it). I think its coming together nicely even if I am pretty sure we are getting ripped off on food and beer. Where did they get the idea that a whole hog was a tradition? But at least it puts a break on the endless number of BBQs we have. Anyway, I think the only way that I would get more input (and that it would be better orgainized) would be if I planned it myself. Which I wish I was. I never get to plan anything big. Oh well, as if I needed some more stress in my life.
My mom called me last night after ten, which is really late for her. I was surprised but she told me that she had the vet out for our colt, Casey. He'd been having trouble peeing but I thought it was nothing too serious since she said he hadn't been acting sick other than that. Last night, she said that he was also acting like his stomach hurt. So it could be one of a thousand things. The vet took a blood sample which will tell us if he has a urinary tract stone or an infection somewhere. Mom also told me that my grandma broke her leg. She fell in the hallway and broke both bones in her lower leg and was in the hospital for the night. My grandma is pretty old-early 80s. She broke her ankle maybe five years ago and has since been having some problems getting around with her bones and muscles.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
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