Well, I got the pictures fixed sort of. Some are really small which is how they downloaded to my album. At least you can see them now.
Anyway, Saturday, Glenn's party. I wasn't having a great time and Joe said that I should of talked to some people but I explained to him that these were the people that would see my animal science t-shirt and think I got it at the thrift store because who on earth would want a degree in animal science? These are the same people that will shut down the animal science program in fifteen to twenty years saying that family farming is wrong because they have to use all sorts of antibiotics and pesticides to stay competitive and corporate farming is wrong because its cruel and unnatural. These are the same liberals that don't understand what it means to be a dairy vet because milk comes from soybeans, right? (Brian, I hope you read this rant against the liberals and enjoy it. Martha, I hope you read it and take a step back and remember I'm talking about the type of people that hang out with Glenn. And if not, leave me alone.) Anyway, we left and hung out at my house watching Misery and talking.
Sunday, I did a little bit of homework. We took Riley to the dog park where she rolled in dried goose poop and a dead snake. She got a bath when we got home. I made pot roast and potatoes but was crushed when the hour or two cook time I was promised by my mother turned into more like three/three and a half. It was good though-the surface may of been a little over done but it was juicy-probably because of the solid vein of fat that was in it. Yum.
Randomness-
For Halloween, I think I am going to be a diner waitress. I bought a costume pattern off of e-bay and will make the costume.
I need a costume idea for Riley though. PetCo is sure to have a costume contest closer to Halloween. I can pretty much make a costume to look like anything, I just need a final idea. I have thought of an ear of corn, a shepardess (though this would be better if someone would have their dog be a sheep...maybe Laura's dog), a goose or a chicken. It has to be good, I want to win! (She doesn't fit into her dinosaur costume anymore; I gave it away last week to my neighbors with the corgi puppy.)
Joe may of convinced me to grow out my hair. Saturday night at the party, he said that he kept mistaking some emo-y boys in girl jeans for me. Hmmm. I wish I was in a coma and could wake up with long hair.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
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