Like the Grape Juice

A year long hiatus; and something worth writing about

2010-12-21T21:04:00.000-08:00

So forever and a day since the last post.

All that has happened in a year, oh let's see, work, work, escaping work, work work work, escape work, and ummm work.

So a new chronicle for the lady of the juice.
Something great and also evil has come into my life.

AN ICE CREAM MAKER!!!

So far I've been loving the experimenting.

#1) - Honey almond ice cream with blueberries.

The flavor was great on this one but the berries must have been too big cause they are rock hard frozen in the icecream and a bit difficult to eat ... more experiments to come on the best way to incorporate fruit.

#2) - Chocolate ice cream with peanut butter and marshmallows

.... umm there was just no way to go wrong with this one.

#3) - Bailey's Ice Cream with dark chocolate Ghiradelli chunks

.... again, there's no way to mess this one up.

#4) - Oh my precious #4; I know I'm no pioneer as far as the key ingredient goes but I do like to think I've made it best. Ben and Jerry's can buy this one from me for a good penny, just saying. I give you

.... Maple Syrup ice cream with candied bacon and waffle bites .... I call it "Welch's Breakfast"! And don't you dare turn your nose up; it's FANTASTIC!

And yes, Ice Cream is soooo worth righting about!

WARNING!! Graffic images to follow: if hang-nails bother you, this post is not for you. If you like fun gross stuff then by all means Enjoy!

2009-09-12T16:06:00.000-07:00

Again Enter at thy own risk ... oh and be aware of meese.

This is the story about a toe.

A big toe.

This toe was no different than any other big toe.

But little did it know that on the fateful night of Sept 2, 2009,

this tow would embark on an incredible journey.

This is that journey ... with pictures of course. :0)

So, it all began as the toe, doing normal toe things. Was walking out of a drinking establishment on it's way back home. When much to its surprise it fell into a hole. An unfortunite hole in some plastic storm draining on the sidewalk. As toes do not have eyes or mouths or larynxes it did not see the hole, and thus could not call out to warn of impending doom. What occured in that instant was as the toe went in the hole, the toe nail did not.

The nail and toe had been seperated from eachother, and as this had never happened so much so in thier lives together, the toe wept; (lots of blood) from it's lost commrade. Things didn't look so bad at first, some seperating, and they knew they would eventually part from each other out of sheer trauma of the incident but surely things weren't so bad ... or so they thought.

Initial Damage:

The more obvious seperation:

The owner of the toe didn't think much of it. A little ozzing, but no big deal ...

The next day:

Badness begins; things looking pretty bad:

A nice draining tract of puss:

Or Two: (the bottom left corner)

And some nice streaking, incase it wasn't obvious enough that there was serious infection going on: (the red line from the toe up the ankle)

So to Urgent care we went. Got some good antibiotics. (including a shot of them in the bum). A tetanus shot. The removed the nail. Cleaned everything up. Soaked the nail in betadine. Then put the nail back in place. It was all very strange. They were bandaged up and sent away.

Within a couple of days things were looking better, though a bit soggy from being bandaged all the time:

Too bad the rest of the body decided to have an allergic reaction to the antibiotics ... pitty. A nice rash all over the place. (great :0P). No worries no pics of that. But now, the 4th trip to Urgent care (2 and 3 were rechecks) where we got new antibiotics and were told the nail really needed to come back off.

We had been working at that for the last 2 or so days so expected as much.

Today we worked harder and with much patients and a lot of soaking SUCCESS!!!

FINALLY APPART!!! AND FOR GOOD!!!!

Le sigh.

What started as a simple toenail injury has become the bane of the last week of my life. No walking, no running, no sunshine (thanks to the orginal antibiotic I was on, makes the skin photosensitive), bowel effects since the antibiotics killed all my normal flora, an allergic reaction complete with rash, and a back spasm from inactivity. Oh, and to top it off, I got attacked by a puddle when a care hit it leaving urgent care today; full on head to toe drench. Ahhhh, such is the life. But things should be on the up. At least I hope so. My goal by tuesday is to be able to wear a shoe without complete displeasure.

Cross your fingers (and toes ;0) ) for me!

(yes it was pretty much exactly like this; I looked like I just stood on the bridge after to the monsoon when the water's high and it's full of heavy people)

9 Months!!!

2009-09-12T15:58:00.000-07:00

IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!!

I could have practically had a baby in the time since my last post. Well, here I am, back again and trying to redeem myself a touch. As most of you know I have relocated to the Big-D; Dallas that is. I start working my first "real adult job" in the next few days and am sure to have many fun experience to share with that. In the mean time I have had a few of my own waiting in my new apartment for the rest of my life to start.

(Those posts to follow)

So this is the Grape hopefully making a return to the world of blogging, perhaps with panache!

IT'S OVER!!!

2008-12-03T19:08:00.000-08:00

I would just like to put it out there that

I'M DONE WITH VET SCHOOL!!!

BOO- YA!

Ahh some good feelings to be had there ...

now ...

time to finish studying for boards :0(

So I'll be living in a world of studying and stress for the next week. Bah.

Can I just sleep in my car?

2008-10-12T23:19:00.000-07:00

So as few know I am currently in Oregon for an elective course to further my education in sports medicine. As a favor to me before I left the program coordinator sent out an email to the entire college of vet med trying to see if anyone had a place for me to crash for the week. I only had one replay which was fine ... I thought.

Here was my initial message from my would be temporary roommate:

>>> Hey,
>>>
>>> I have a comfy couch you could sleep on, I have 4 cats, dog and a
>>> rabbit. I am taking the same class too. Just an option if you need it.
>>>
>>> -Julie*

(Names have been changed to protect those guilty of hoarding)

The whole 4 cat thing should have been a tip off...

So I have just recently arrived in my new pad ... and I'm blown away ... I should have turned away as soon as I say the orange VW Bus (which ordinarily I would have thought quite nifty but not under the circumstances).

The place is ridiculous. I have attached a link to photos that I have taken just before going to "bed" Highlights of the photos? The double take on the mantel FULL of cats; holy shit ... things that cannot be appreciated is the porch with the couch that would be impossible to sit on because there is not only so much crap piled on it but also in front of it that you would be able to get to it if you wanted to; and the bathroom that is literally falling off of the back of the house. (just hope I don't go tumbling down the steep hill that is the bathroom floor and end up hurting myself.

So now (due to muscle spasms from a very long car ride) I have taken a muscle relaxer. I am not sure if it is the drugs or my current situation, (or maybe a bit of both) but I may start crying.

If it weren't so cold my rental car would be looking mighty fine right now.

Check it out.

The question is: can I survive 5 days of this? I'm thinking no ...

(apparently the link is tempramental):
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The down-hill slope.

2008-06-03T17:28:00.000-07:00

So for all the time I've slacked on posting blogs I appologise. (Not that they're usually that good of reading material). Anyway I'm sending out a sigh of relief. I'm over halfway done with my clinical rotations now and thank goodness. I also registered for my board exams today (SCARY!!!)

So as I continue to have no life of my own I'll continue to revel in the fun that I get to read about on everyone elses blogs.

I think the most exciting things in my world are my new computer.
(another mac) let's say
(Dog + Dog)* Dog fight / Dog tail = Booze on the laptop.

A very angry time ...

And on the subject of animals happening #2, the passing of Kojak (my bird).
A not so fun end to my weekend.

So I'll leave on that wah wah note.

I MISS YOU FRIENDS!!

I need some insulin and a wheelbarrow

2008-04-06T18:39:00.000-07:00

The decision of the birthday dinner:

Encore: Dessert and Wine bar

= 1 cheese and fruit course
+ 3 dessert courses
* (all with a wine pairing)

This was a fantastic idea at the beginning; and still very delicious but oh man ...

Everyone felt like they had a case of the betes. (Diabetes for the not med oriented crew).

Holy crap

but YUM

Photo Fun ...

2008-02-22T13:43:00.000-08:00

Answer the questions below by taking each answer and typing it into Photobucket (www.photobucket.com). Take any picture from the first page of results and post. (click on the picture and copy the HTML code) Don't explain, it's funnier that way.

Age on your next birthday:

name:

favorite place:

fav object:

fav food:

fav animal:

fav color:

town born in:

town now:

pet name:

and

zodiac:

nickname:

person you miss:

last name:

bad habit:

first job:

grandma's name:

current job:

fav. drink:

what you're currently looking forward to:

Anyone want to come visit?? ... I can pull you around in the dead cart?

2008-02-22T06:40:00.000-08:00

Hey, it's only been about a month ... see I'm not doing so terrible. I figured I give some clinic updates.

FOOD ANIMAL MEDICINE AND SUGERY : Rotation #1

Food animal was my first rotation in pretending to be a doctor. The late fall early winter as it were is not a very busy time for production animals and thus I and my fellow students were pretty bored most days. At this time I will reference a photograph:

Photo One: The guys have the brilliant plan to practice roping ... a highly sought after skill in veterinary medicine ... okay not really but a good way to kill time.

Photo Two: This is just not challenging enough ... let's make our calf (the lovely red trash can) a moving target. BRING OUT THE DEAD CART!!

Side note ... most all of you are not familiar with the "Dead Cart" as it is so lovingly called at the hospital. Vocab time:

The Dead Cart (n.) 1) a slang term used around the UMC-CVM VMTH which refers to a medium sized rolling wagon with yellow grating. This device serves a primary function of hauling dead things around the hospital most commonly animals such as goats, sheep, and large dogs which are two large or heavy to carry from the hospital to the incinerator or necropsy freezer but not so large they require the use of the forklift. 2) A hauling cart available at your local garden store

Back to roping ... ladies ...

Photo Three: Autumn takes to the learning process

Photo Four: Score one for Autumn!

Photo Five: Score one for me too!!!

BOO YA!

Yeah, I basically rock.

To follow: Rotation #2 ... Pathology
(The anticipation must be killing you!)
~~k, if you didn't get that pun then it goes to show you how big a dork I really am ~~

So is this when they start calling us Doctor? Oh nope, it's when we start faking it.

2008-01-17T18:57:00.000-08:00

A bit more out of order back-tracking:

WHITE COAT CEREMONY

So the short of it is:

Lots of family,
Realizing how shitty some friends can be,
Making my dad's evening,
Walking across a stage,
So I can walk across a parking lot,
So I can hopefully walk across another stage,
This time = white coats
2009= the most gosh-aweful colored robes in creation

Oh, and really good chocolate cake

The Pics: share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=1AZOGzdy0YsWFG

That beautiful color you see on that stage is called Maize ....ooooo a corn-like shade of brown ... gorgeous .... or ..... not

Wow ... October ... Really?

2008-01-17T18:12:00.000-08:00

I know ... I suck. I've managed to become a relative non-posting blogger ...

Let's give this a try,

Starting in November:

The first weekend was my friend Aaron's wedding. Good times to be had in Springfield along with way too much alcohol consumption. A few photos:

And just a little public service announcement: No guns allowed behind the bar at the reception ... check

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Some hoppin grass hoppers

2007-10-25T13:39:00.000-07:00

Just for giggles:

These are some hoppers of grass having a time on my patio furniture. It was really quite impressive actually. Our lady of the afternoon only had one back leg and was still able to hop with glory. Oh how the circle of life finds its way .... glorious.

PS There is a bit of humpin going on in this insect world. MM CHIK AH CHIK-A-MMM

Puppy Party

2007-10-25T13:34:00.000-07:00

More back-tracking.

Sept 22 was Costello's Birthday. 3yrs old and still the best Pu ever. (21 in dog years). We had a small grill out. Hotdogs and the like with all the fixins. Brownies for the people and one fine cake for the canine party goers.

The yummy cake: Liver with peanut butter "icing"

Me and my special birthday boy.

Babies all around. (Catch up)

2007-10-25T13:22:00.000-07:00

A bit of blog catching up.

My friend Liz from undergrad is full on prego and due in Nov. My friend K and I threw her a shower back in Sept to celebrate the occasion. This was complete with a full spread of food and yummy chocolate fountain. There were of course NO baby games.

(I do not believe in melting candy bars in diapers and smelling them, eating baby food and guessing the substance, or embarrassing a mother to be by measuring string)

One "game" was played but it was not of the listed variety. The shower had a "princess" theme and as guests arrived were pinned an identity to their back. Throughout the shower each person was to ask others yes or no questions to determine what "princess" they were. The end.

All in all I deamed the event a big success.

There was also a bit of "dress-up" to be had. Tiaras required.

Pictures.

I'm a slacker.

2007-09-22T07:27:00.001-07:00

So I've been called out on my slacking in the world of blog. This will be short but sweet but there are plenty of pics to keep you occupied.

The news is that I went to the Club National Championships last weekend. (for triathlons that is). For those not totally hip to the info I've started competing and training for these events this year. My first race was the KC Women's Tri that I did with my frieds MG and CLJ. That was a good time. The second go around was the National Championships. This year they were held in STL (handy that) at the Innsbrook Resort. I rocked it out that day, kickin ass with a 2nd place finish in my age group. WOOT!! Here are some fun pics, enjoy!

(A good number of these are also of the other girls I went with that weekend).

It's just like riding a bike! And I need everyones help!

2007-06-06T23:32:00.000-07:00

Well actually it's not "like" riding a bike ... it is riding a bike.

Being a crazy person I signed up for a 150 mile bike ride but for a really good cause. I'm participating in the MS 150. For those not familiar with Multiple Sclerosis it is a very serious depilitating and eventually fatal disease that effects people of all ages. People are most commonly diagnosed in their 20s-50s.

I have known a few people over the years that have this horrible disease and for those that have to suffer through it's effects on a daily basis there is as of yet no relief in sight. THERE IS NO CURE!

So I figure what's my sore bum from riding a bike all day compared to a life of living day to day not knowing what new symptom will show up or if that day is my last. To this I hope anyone that can will be willing to put a little pain in their pocketbooks for this cause. Every little bit will help and it is all much appreciated. I have a pretty ambitious goal for this years ride so I need A LOT of support.

To make donations my website is: http://www.nationalmssociety.org/goto/awelch

Please forward this on to everyone you know; friends, fams, repost it in your blog. The only way to reach my goals of not only donations but spreading the word on this disease and how it effects us all is with your help. THANKS ALL!

For more information on Multiple Sclerosis:
www.NationalMSSociety.org

Underwear Purgatory

2007-04-30T19:02:00.000-07:00

So for all those not aware I've taken on the challenge of the Triathalon with Ms. G-love. Today was not my first biking day but it was my first day back on a bike. The previous bike workouts on my schedule were completed on spinning bikes at the gym due to the fact that I don't own a bike yet.

I found that one of our local bike shops rents bikes and the rest is history. An hour and a half and one sunburn later I had a much better experience than my last adventure on a bike. For those not hip to that fateful day it ended ... well actually started with one major crash and burn a lot less skin significant bleeding and ended with 3 months of physical therapy.

As for today my ride started out really pathetic. There was not what I would call a fear more like intense nervousness. It was a toss up between that 4 year old that just got their training wheels off and the 85 year old at the wheel of their 87 Caddy riding the brake like there's no tomorrow. Once my triathalon buddie, Crystal, and I were off the road, out of traffic and onto the MKT trail things got a little better. I managed to start boosting my bike confidence .... some much needed bike confidence. I was cruzing by the time we were heading back the shop to return the rental bikes. Not too bad but the next go around I've made the mental note to wear regular underwear. Boy-shorts tend to shift when you're peddling on that bike for miles. I experience what I have now dubbed underwear purgatory. It's not quite in; it's not quite out; but it's definately not comfortable. Bad bad news. Ahhh, all in a days ride. :0)

It's never to late, to start riding again.

A Temporary Bought of Bell's Pausy

2007-03-29T15:43:00.000-07:00

So I haven't been to a dentist in 6 years ... big deal
:0|

Okay, so bigger deal than I would have wanted. But being a college student with no dental insurance doesn't really lend itself to getting a cleaning every 6 months.

Let's back this up about 3 weeks. ....

Imagine if you will, you are on a long drive and you haven't had to brush your teeth in a while. You have over the course of the day accumulated a nice bio-film on your teeth and it's bugging the crap out of you/grossing you out a bit. With no facility or utensils for the task of cleaning your choppers your resort to scrapping them with your fingernail for time being until you can give them a proper scrub. (Are you grossed out yet?)

So in the process of cleaning my pearly whites with my nails of fingers I encountered a sensitive ridge like area on one of my teeth. This was quite concerning and I immediately scheduled myself an appointment with a DDS.

This ended up being a little slab fracture of my enamel up by my gum line ... it happens, a lot of people have this. There was not decay and I was ordered to use sensitive toothpaste from now on .... so, good news here ... bad news is I have cavities. I have always had bad teeth so this was not surprising. Of course worse news is the dentist that I saw wanted to charge me an arm and a leg to fix them. No way says I!

So Today:

I went for my second opinion/fix job appointment with a reputable gentleman with reasonable prices today. 3 cavities are in need of fixing. There was unfortunately not enough time in the appointment for all to be resolved but we did get the head honcho. Of course I had to go to work immediately after my appointment with half of my face still ragingly numb and exhibiting an immense lack of motion.

I have conveniently included my radiograph for you viewing pleasure: (You can see I've already had to have a big of work done :0( )

The lovely circle on the bottom outlines the one we annihilated today. The topmost circle has the other two in it's grasps, they are directly across from each other.

One down, Two to go!

Erin go what the hell?

2007-03-17T07:16:00.000-07:00

There's nothing like waking up to a nice Irish morning ... blizzard????

I was just getting excited about spring time, the improving weather, everything beginning to turn green. And what should be more green than St. Patrick's Day? But the Top 'O Dis Mornin' shows a fine white holiday indeed. Let me tell you how fun it is to walk the dogs in that kind of weather. I had to break out the scarves and mittens that I had so carefully tucked away for the improving weather ... or shoved in a box in my closet with wanton actually but that's not the point.

I was hoping this would be a fine day for running about the District looking for leprecans and pots of gold. Unfortunately; aside from the dinamic Missouri weather system, I'm on call this weekend and am not able to partake in the full amplitute of the fine traditions of my people. So order Pionta Guinness, le do thoil for me and beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!

So I will continue to leave you with a few sayings in hopes that as you get ar meisce on your beor uaine, you have one for me too. And if I see you around Tabhair póg dom, táim Éireannach!! Because let's face it, it's been a long time since this lass saw some action. Happy Lá Fhéile Pádraig! Erin Go Bragh!

It's a Leiopleurodon, Charlie, a magical Leiopleurodon!

2007-01-17T19:37:00.000-08:00

This is for you Ms. Gants!!!

Oh! When you're down and looking for some cheering up then just head right up to the candy mountain cave. When you get inside you'll find yourself a cheery land such a happy and joy-filled and perky merry land. They've got lollipops and gummy drops and candy things. Oh so many things that will brighten up your day. It's impossible to wear a frown in Candy Town! It's a mecca of love and candy canes!

They've got jelly beans and coconuts with little hats, candy rats, chocolate bats, it's a wonderland of sweets! Ride the candy train to town and hear the candy band! Candy bells! It's a treat as they march across the land.

Cherry ribbons stream across the sky into the ground. Turn around, it astounds! It's a dancing candy tree! In the Candy Cave the imagination runs so free! So now Charlie please will you go into the cave?

http://filmcow.com/charlie
theunicorn.htm

Please enjoy your tour, but mind your step and the radioactive equid.

2007-01-06T20:55:00.000-08:00

So pre-illness days of recent I was fulfilling my duties as a student ambassador for the college of vet med. We've been doing tours etc for the 100 out of state interviews that came in over the last three days (obviously I missed day three doing to my rapid onset disease state). So beyond that fine experience I had two days of non-stop walking and talking.

My first tour mishap came when I was in our food/production animal area. The path of our tour is rarely interupted and I had been informed that it practically never would be since it never had been so when "Mr. I've given the most tours of anyone" told me he had never run into a problem. So it was a nice change to come to a dead end half way through since they had to seal off part of the hospital due to a loose Bull .... hmmm "Let's go to the equine clinic and come back to food animal later shall we?"

My tribulations did not end here. On another tour, thankfully not the same one with the Bull incident, we had come to the point of the tour of the equine clinic where we visit our treadmill. This fine contraption is mostly used for research but is also utilized in the diagnosis of equine lameness. It also happens to be at the very back of the equine portion of the hospital. Our tours are restricted on the areas we can go, especially in equine (contamination can be a real bitch), so when you reach the treadmill the only thing to do is turn around an go back the way you came. But WAIT!! What is this??? While my group was checking out the treadmill of lameness the clinitians were bringing a horse back from radiation therapy. Good thing for us proximity is a problem. It's not usually a good idea to expose your tour group to radioactive animals, as everyone with this animal was clothed in their haz-mat esk suits. Needless to say my tour group was stuck at the end of a long hallway with nothing to do but stare at eachother for about 10 minutes. Awesome.

Does anyone have any questions while we wait??? No??? Damn.

Allergies ROCK!!

2007-01-06T17:06:00.000-08:00

So most people attribute allergies to having stuffy sinus problems. How lucky those people are that they can take fantastic medications such as phenylephrine or pseudoephedrine to give them the glory of breathing again.

I on the other hand, am blessed with the reverse situation. I only recieve sinus problems due to non-allergy associated causes and am allergic to the fine decongestants that would give me a smidge of relief.

(Can you tell this is a fabulous venting post? LUCKY YOU GUYS!)

So as the infection has spread from my sinuses to my left ear, which is now excedingly painful to the touch, I get to continue on with my missery. My only outpost on this journey of discomfort is the lovely substance refered to as mentol. AHHHH menthol, my only sollus, I can almost breath when I slather it all over my face so I look like a wet fish.

Yup, this about says it all.

New Years Shindig

2007-01-01T13:59:00.000-08:00

So after all my traveling over this fine holiday break I decided I didn't want to do anymore driving for New Years. Result? A happenin gettogether at my house. Here's the resulting photo spectacular from last night. Enjoy! Hope everyone is having a fantastic new yar of their own.

Enjoy the spread, and the photos.

okay -- more link problems ... this is the link:
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woot

Christmas comes a bit early for puppies.

2006-12-17T09:37:00.000-08:00

Since Costello doesn't get to spend Christmas with the family and all the other dogs, (Hazards of being a phantom), Christmas comes a bit early. So it was time to open presents from mom. It's too bad he hasn't had lessons from Lexi and Ike to know how the system works when it comes to opening the presents. Apparently I've trained him too well not to be distructive. Who knew I was so awesome? lol.

So enjoy the photos of the gift giving fun. It's okay, he already knew there wasn't a santa. ;0)

All wrapped and ready to dig into the holiday!

Okay, still can't figure out how to link things on my computer so:
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The band-wagon was always my favorite form of transportaion.

2006-12-08T10:26:00.000-08:00

Well here it is kids, my also new and possibly improved blog layout. Yeah for switching it up! Change is good my friends. I did lose my fun yet pathetic map of the world of who's stalking me. Anyway, I'm going to try and get back on the blogging thing. Once every 3 months does not a sucessful blog make, since I hardly thing that keeps all my friends abroad updated on my happenings. That is thankfully I do something interesting more often than once every three months. :0)

Well I have to get to studying .... last quiz/test for this week. Next week? ... MORE TESTS!! It'll be finals time. But then at least I get a couple weeks off. I do feel better about these finals though than I would if I were one of my 4th year counterparts who are in the process of taking boards right now. YIPE !!!! 2 more years and that will be me and I will also be DONE. Ahh so close yet so far, and then I get to become a real adult as all of my friends already have. S~C~A~R~Y.

Happy Friday Everyone!

SNOW DAY?!? NO WAY!!!

2006-12-01T20:15:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the first snow day I've ahd in 6 years! Iforgot how wonderful postponing tests could be. Of course the trade off is that I'm trapped in my house by a 3 foot snow drift in frount of my door and the 16 inces still piled up in the street. There was no escape for the day in my two wheel drive Honda wonder.

I spent most of my day suggling with the pu; but we did get active for a couple hours. My driveway is shoveled (for what good that will do me since I cannot go any further than the end of it). And there was some playing to be had. It was amaising that even in his fur coat the Costello dog got too cold and punked out long before I did.

So enjoy some pictures of my man bashing through the snow in our winter wonderland!

"Chillin" with the ladies next door.

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Halloween 2006

2006-10-29T18:09:00.000-08:00

A fun night at Andre's!

Woot.

I decided to do a Pin Cushion repeat. I wasn't in the mood nor did I have the time to be too creative this year so i'll let the photos speak for the evening. Enjoy!

The Cushion for the Pushin 2006.

(I couldn't get the link thing to work so this should take you there)
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FOOD POISONING SUCKS!!!

2006-10-03T15:41:00.000-07:00

Though it did get me out of class for the day; I blame it to be a vicarious Fuzz Bob incident and that's all I have to say about that.

To stay or to go?

2006-09-29T15:28:00.000-07:00

So for all the effort being put into the decision about my future and where my career should leave me I came to a resounding revelation. (Thank you for those that helped trigger this insightful realization).

To bring myself to a GPA that I would feel comfortable leaving school with, should I want to pursue other academic endeavors, it would take more effort overall than it would to simple coast through the rest of this program.

This sad sad realization leaves me with one question to be answered.

Why not?

So there it is kids ... I'm now undergoing the search of why not. If it's going to take less effort to just complete this degree then why not just do it. There's nothing wrong with DVM after ones name. So we shall see, so we shall see.

I can take your balls ... beware!

2006-09-20T15:16:00.000-07:00

BIG BOY???

NOT ANY MORE!!!

So this Sunday (I know it's a bit belated) I preformed my first surgery. It was an elective surgury, but hey it was surgery. I cut, I chopped, I sutured, you name it, start to finish it was all me. For those of you who know, I went to the Spay & Neuter Clinic this last weekendin KC. Due to the large volume of dogs and cats (since the passing of the lovely no pit bull law in KCK) I actually got to preform some surgery which is usually reserved for the 3rd and 4th year students. So, woot. I did a fine dog castration on "Big Boy" a mean tempered pit bull.
It actually wasn't as exciting as I would have hoped. Not much to it really. Though I did recieve such complements as "wow, you're so at ease with it .... I would be shaking so bad" and "you have really good suture knots". So perhaps there is talent there for me. Who knows. I went to this for it's enlightenment potential for my decision making about Vet School. Not much help really. Anyway, thought I would share. So, if any of you need your balls cut off just let me know, I know how and am not too bad at it :0)

Snip Snip little buddy.

Woah! Where did I go?

2006-09-16T07:24:00.000-07:00

Wow, how long has it been since I'm posted something? Cripes!

Well, I guess I'll file a little update with anyone stick checking on this page. We're all aware of my big Seattle announcement; and while it's still a grand possibility I'm evaluation my options as thouroughly as possible. After some long discussion with the fam, the friends and a Dean, I've ventured into uncharted territory ... seaking help. *enter scary psycho music here* I know we never thought it was possible ... the Welch, asking for help! I know I know ... terrifying .... but it will all be okay I promise.

So I had my first appointment with my Career Counsiler this last Tuesday. After first explaining that "this was not my thing" but that I was keeping an open mind about it since I need an objective 3rd perspective option on my situation as to not make a huge mistake I proceeded to fill him in on the "all about me". We all know how much of a challenge it is for me to talk, not to mention about myself ;0) (yeah right), so this part went pretty smooth I'd say. It's also all we had time for. I left feeling a bit short sticked but that's how it goes. There's always next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, etc. Hopefully this will all be resolved after the next four weeks so I'm not stuck in another 8 week term.

For those interested I'll try to keep you updated on all this. In the mean time I still must do my school work so please excuse me as I get back to researching my presentation on "Swine Influenza" (riviting I know; I'm sure all your breath is bated, with bacon.)

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

2006-07-14T12:37:00.000-07:00

So, my neighbor has decided to build a fence. And to clarify, my neighbor is refering to the landlord that actually owns the houe, along with 11 other properties in my hood. I have no quams with this idea in general mind you though I do have to make a judgement on this man's maturity. Let me know what you think.

Scenerio:

He orginally contacts me about building the fence -- I refer him to my father (the true owner of my home)

After lengthy round-a-bout conversation my dad calls him out on the fact that he's wanting us to pay for one half of one side of one fence (this fence being not the only one being built at this times ... he's also building a fence around the house behind my neighboring house).

The man becomes defensive and states that he had no intention of asking us to chip in on the fence.

To this I must tell you, he needs no permission from us to build on the property line, so why call? Why discuss? Do what you want to do, we are independents of this decision. So why else would you call than to discuss the possibility of shared payment? .... ponder that for a moment.

Now, his defense is that "he's not sure if he wants to build on the property line or not". Now why wouldn't you?? Seems a little silly not to, but whatever. You want to leave a 3 foot strip of land outside of a 6 foot privacy fence for no reason, by all means knock yourself out. (no we actually didn't say that, we didn't say anything really, not even that we wouldn't be willing to go in on the fence thing, but some people like to assume, and we all know that just makes an ass out of you and me.)

And an ass of himself he did make. The man out of sheer vindictive juvenile behavior is building the fence 3 feet away from the property line. Of course the fence company presumed to build in on the line and had dug holes and planted the supporting pilars, and poured the cement. Why should they not have believe this? I mean, every other house in the universe has fences on the property line, or darn tootin close. Well, they of course had to move them so now not only is there a 3 foot strip of land outside the fence but it's full of cement filled holes ... woopie.

As stated before, this is not the only fence being errected as we speak. Note: the house behind me already has a fence. So, it the house next to it that is also getting a fence also having a fence 3 feet away from that fence??? Of course not. That one is being build up to the existing fence.

This guy is an idiot. And an asshole.

Enter anger and frustration. So now if we want to build a fence we're just going to make this guy look more stupid. The catch is that we have to be approved by the Architectural Planning Committe, and you bet cha this guy is on said committe. If he decided to try and dick us on it, we're just going to sue the bastard cause guess what, our lawyer fees are free! Handy little pet there. I also will come no where close to mowing that extra strip of land which may eventually be a 3foot strip of land between two fences ...(good for botchy ball I suppose) ... which is even more dumb; and if that grass get's too high you bet your ass I'm calling the city on this fucker. I hope he ends up with citations out the ass.

Enjoy the pics my friends of this moronic motion to build a fence.

p.s. I did PI work in questioning the fence builders ... Mr. Asshole has made sure to make this out to be our doing ... nice shit huh? Ass. Did I mention, this guy's an ass??? Because he's an ass or vindictive little immature shit, which ever you prefer.

(for some reason this thing is not wanting to insert pics ... perhaps these links will work)

This love pic depicts the posts as they clearly do not travel along the property line, (which is clearly demarkated by the edge of the fence that already exists at the back of my yard)

Second, we have a beautiful hole left in the ground.

Oh look, this one is still full of concrete, but they'll fix that ... yeah right.

Finally, a clearer view on how my neiboring fence is far away from my property line, but how the fence behind it will connect to the existing fence ... cheers for consistancy.

Check it out, ... WORDS!

2006-05-30T23:11:00.000-07:00

So I decided it was time to finally write in my blog again. Yes, actually English language; not just a bunch of cartoons and photos.

Nothing much to speak of, it's a fantastic 1am and I"m at work once again playing with the blood and other bodily fluids. Excitements abound as you can imagine. My most current patient had the lowest packed cell count I've ever seen, major anemia for this little one; I do believe due to my early morning efforts he is currently receiving a transfusion. Again, the excitement overwhelms. This is especially so since I"m due in for my second pathology test tomorrow circa 9am. This should also be a blast. Very coagulation cascade, edema, and all things inflammation related. Should be a doozzie compared to the last pathcapade; though my concerns are not so that I'm losing sleep over it ... that's what my job is for. hehe oh, on call, how you are so fabulous. No bitching here mind you, I am here basically voluntarily and they are paying me. woot. Money is good. Well, cutting this one short for it is CBC/CHEM round #2 and it's back to work for me ... dream your crazy dreams for me friends for there will be no sleep tonight!

The final episode of SP!

2006-05-25T15:44:00.000-07:00

For my Springfield Hotness:

HAPPY GRADUATION!

The Dag friend, soon to be living in the great CoMo.

Anyone want to play doctor?? She's on her way!

And the Lizard, A bit of straw-tooth obstruction here.

Fantastic.

That's the size every martini should be.

The Evolution of Dance

2006-05-11T17:46:00.000-07:00

As most of you are familiar with my background you can understand my undying interest in the preforming arts. For those of you not so familiar I've been dancing for only a slightly shorter period of time than how long I've been walking.

So it is with great pleasure I give you the Evolution of Dance. I came across it and thought it was too great to not share it with you all. Enjoy, and make sure your volume is cranked up!

SP Installment #2!

2006-05-08T23:00:00.000-07:00

Round 2:

First we have the Lady Cork!

SARASOTA!

Ms. Cherico and her man Kal-el (got a bit creative here but I think it works)

and last but not least for South Park Part Deux:

Mrs. Karen and she's looking to kick some ass!

ARRRRR!

2006-05-08T15:58:00.000-07:00

This one goes out to the girl of recent graduation!

At least one of us is done with school!

Congrats friend!

Welch and Friends go South Park!

2006-05-01T00:32:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the first installment of my friends turning into South Park characters.

Enjoy

(I would have done more but I've done enough procrastinating on my studying for my test tomarrow.)

MORE TO COME!

First things first -- me of course!

My friend in V-School Crime -- Ms. Collins!

And my friend from back in the days of BS -- Ms. CJA!

haha, that's all I have to say, haha

2006-04-28T17:24:00.000-07:00

thanks Armah. :0)

(if this appears fuzzy click on it and it will be larger and oh so much clearer)

Ok, 8 toes magee.

2006-04-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

So concensus has it that I'm also missing the pinky toe on the other side.

I STILL WANT FUN MAKE UPS ON HOW I'VE LOST MY TOE!

excuse me ... toeSSSS.

woot

9 Toes Magee

2006-04-16T20:15:00.000-07:00

Ok, what the hell happened to my left pinky toe? You know the one that's supposed to go wee wee wee all the way home?

I'm not sure but I think that fan had something to do with it.

Any thoughts on what happened to my toe?

Creative responses requested.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,....?

A River Runs Through It.

2006-04-09T09:29:00.000-07:00

As follow-up to the previous post:

"Denial is not a river in Egypt" ...
It is in fact, a tattoo on my back.

And there you have it.
That's all there is.

If they can live with that,

then I definatly can too.

wa-pow.

Elephants Revealed

2006-04-04T15:55:00.000-07:00

The Cat's out of the bag ... our I should say the Elephant is out of my pants.

Yes my friends, the parents are now acquainted with my body art de l'elephante. The low down is that after 5 years of keeping it under underwear my paranoia and increasing awareness that hiding it is childish lead me to drop my secret-op ways of hiding my ink and stop caring if the elders discovered it.

Didn't take very long. This fateful Sunday during one unsheathe exit of my vehicle in order to pump some gas into it's much emptied tank it made a brief appearance above my boy shorts. So far the threats are lax, and I do not have to find a new residence and I may still refer to myself as a Welch. (That is unless my dad brings a gun with him this weekend when the rents are to visit) and in that case it has been good knowing you all.

As you may guess I have not had the pleasure of his reaction. It was my mother alone who witnessed this unveiling and I myself was not the one to mention it to him. It was she and the only way I know that she did is through my sister who filled me in; no details available.

I will have to keep you posted my friends (in hopes that this is not my last post).

Have a good one all, and thank you to those who had kept my secret all these years. I love you all.

I think I misunderstood the assignment.

2006-03-20T15:30:00.000-08:00

So this weekend was supposed to contain the fabulousness of me winning money for a sculpture in the RCAF. (Research and Creative Activities Forum). But it turns out I was much misinformed.

For what I thought was a creative contest in the art and humanities portions was not so. And just to let you into the frustration a bit first. I spent 2 weeks repairing this sculpture to make it presentable since it had endured some travel damage in a previous existance. This is also a large scuplture ... 5x6 feetish to give a better idea. I drive an accord, not the most sculpture hauling friendly vehicle. So, after much asking around for collegues with SUV's of agreeable size and the lack of truck compatability due to proposed weather conditions I was hiting the high end of SOL. I had at a point contimplated appearing at the dealership of Chevys and convincing them I was in the market for a large SUV and abusing their 24hr test drive program. Thankfully I had an appiphany the the college had vans in its possestion with removeable seats ... perfection. Just, that I have to convinces them to let me use the van to haul around a big naked sculpture ... piece of cake.

So I haul it, hoof it up 2 flights of stairs in my 4in heels. And give my presentation and parade it back home (where there was also a fabulous flight of stairs waiting for me) . Oh wait ... news flash to Welch ...

It comes to my attention at the banquet that evening that I had actually made a total ass of myself. Here I thought this was a contest of creative activities ... when behold!, it's a contest of presentation. No idea ... I am being judged on my presentation, NOT what I am presenting. Good to know. Since I'd prepared an appropriate and organized speech for this, (I think not). Thank you total waste of my Saturday. Had I know this I most certainly would not have picked such a cumbersome project to present on but would have prepared a presentation. Hell I could have in the immortal words of my good friend Angela, "Walked up there and taken a shit, and talked about it". I dare say if I had prepared a speech about my shit I would have had a much better chance at winning some dough, and would have experienced a great less hassel in the process. So there you have it, I bombed, I suck, I wasn't aware of the fine print that wasn't printed on the assignment. Blah.

This makes me, A. Welch, proud to be an American.

Top 10 things you needed to know about me.

2006-03-10T10:20:00.000-08:00

1) In Eastern Africa you can buy beer brewed from Ashley.
[it's some sweet stuff I dare say I taste pretty damn good, I highly recommend it]

2) Banging your head against Ashley uses 150 calories an hour!
[good thing I don't bruse easily]

3) Ashley cannot jump.
[no, but I do bound and leap quite effectively]

4) If you drop Ashley from more than three metres above ground level, she will always land feet-first.
[arial acrobatics - it's the only way to go]

5) Ashley can jump up to sixteen times her own height.
[Wait, I thought I couldn't jump?]

6) Ashley is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.
[Hello menage a tois!]

7) Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of Ashley!
[I'm sweeter than honey, probubly the reason I provode prime tastiness when fermented]

8) Humans share about fifty percent of their DNA with Ashley!
[Damn, is this the worlds way of saying I've been around the block a bit? .... I think I'll plead the fith on this one]

9) Ashley will give a higher yield if milked when listening to music.
[Hey, with the right goovy tunes it's amaizing what one might accomplish]

10) If you chew gum while peeling Ashley then it will stop you from crying.
[damn sunburns ... Well, if you're going to cry about it, I'll just peel myself!]

3 Blocks Down

2006-03-08T15:21:00.000-08:00

So the third block of V-school has ebbed. It's amaising I actually survived. I dare say there was a close call in there. Anyway on to new things! Only 3 days of sleeping in class this week (ending right m-fing now thank god) and then it's two days of work for me and then some fantastic friend time in Springfield. I intend on having many a fabulous photo from this weekend. So excited to get the hell out of CoMo and have some fun. Woot. Will Hoge tonight bitches (too bad I"m on call :0P )

Doing what we do best at V-school, ... Exciting.

The Sheath Was Empty!

2006-02-26T07:11:00.000-08:00

I come into work today and start running my controls when, behold! the sheath is empty. This is cause for concern when the sheath is empty. My first thoughts were, "What is the sheath". And then I realized, and when I checked it out, sure enough it was empty. Well, there was a tiny tiny bit in there, but obviously nothing I could use. I had to find new sheath. I searched all along the cabinets, the floorboards and the shelves to find a new sheath. Finally I found not one, but two under the sink. Thank goodness, I didn't know what I was going to do without any sheath, certainly not my job. So I switched out the sheaths, the empty for the full and started over. This is when I realized there was a new fault. It still thought the sheath was empty!!! NO! I say, "I have a nice full sheath here! Work damn you. What's wrong with you, why won't you get the job done?" It took a bit of fiddling around, but it finally realized I had a full sheath now and it ran through it's processes like butter.

Not my cell-dyn, but it's twin .... I bet it has a full sheath.

This is a Streck brand Sheath, we use Abbott Sheath but I couldn't find a picture

of that so I figured this was the best way for you to at least see the sheath.

Just imagine it in a brown box with a purple label instead.

The Towelphant Strikes Again!!!

2006-02-26T00:13:00.000-08:00

Poor Costello has fallen victim to the evil Towelphant!

You can see the evil taking over ... clouding his poor doggie mind. He is helpless to fight it ...

Allas, there was nothing I could do. The power of the Towelephant is too great. Evil is all the remains now in my poor pu. So stern, so cold is the gaze of my Rind-Hund. I dare say I'll miss all his snuggle wiggles.

My friends call me Welch but you can call me Welbeecos ... aka ... More procrastinatoin

2006-02-22T10:08:00.000-08:00

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME:
(favorite fruit and current street name)

--Pomegranate Hollow Ridge --

~I sound like some hippie poet. I'm definately going indi-rock on this one.

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME:
(grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite candy)

--Nancy 60% Cocoa Ghirardelli Chocolate--

~that’s a mouthfull

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME:
(first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)

--A Wel--

~ A Wel and da C dawg are gonna be hittin the park, biatches!

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:
(favorite animal, name of high school)

--Elephant Blue Springs--

~umm, how now brown cow? this doesn't make any sense at all.

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:
(middle name, city where you were born)

--Ann Independence--

~now does that sound like the name of the show's bitch or naive pushover?

6. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME:
(name of dad/mom, cell phone company you use)

--Larry Verizon--

~ I sound like I have a lot of money ... I wonder if I'm single ...

7. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:
(first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)

--Welbeecos--

~ok, not into the whole star wars thing, but I'm digging this, I'm going to use this.

8. PORN STAR NAME:
(first pet's name, street you grew up on)

--Sara Tahoe--

~and a whoe of ta I surely must be ... bow chick a bow wow.

I"m procrastinating, I couldn't help myself.

2006-02-21T18:13:00.000-08:00

Your results:
You are Supergirl

Supergirl		78%
Spider-Man		75%
Catwoman		75%
Hulk		70%
Iron Man		70%
Wonder Woman		68%
Green Lantern		60%
Superman		55%
The Flash		45%
Batman		25%
Robin		25%

Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.

da link, if you're interested

Hyper-flavor Icecream

2006-02-20T15:10:00.000-08:00

Ok, all of us who grew up in a certain age called the 80's/90's know of the most wonderful clothing invention of all time --- hyper-color. For those who aren't familiar, hyper-color was a fascinating brand of clothing that was one color and depending on how much you breathed on it, it would change color. The concept was to be a mood ring but as a t-shirt and shorts. Yes, yes, this is right up there with paddleball and wacky wall walkers.

Anyway, I've discovered hyper-color's new, and sure to be underappreciated, cousin. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you HYPERFLAVOR ICECREAM! This crazy new product can be found just down the street (if you live in CoMo) and you never knew. Heck, I didn't even know it till I ordered it by accident and tried it for myself.

Like the purple turns to pink before it I ordered a rocky-road concrete (substitute almonds for peanuts) and lo-and-behold I get CANDY CORN! Yes, this is as disturbing and discusting as it sounds. Little did I know when taking a bite of my creamy brown nutty goodness that I would come face to mouth with the ever way to sweet taste of candy corn. To me this was a crowning disappointment, for those of you out there that actually like the most wretched of orange candy Halloween treats then hey, I send my recommendations. For those of you with me, beware. I wonder what other flavors lurk to upset your stomach. Perhaps a Mint Chocolate Chip that tastes like banana laughy taffy? Or a Butter Pecan that becomes good and plenty? What ever it may be I do have to say I deeply miss my Emack and Bolios; where are you my ice cream that tastes as it should? Surely not at this cracked out custard stand.

The reality is just sickening isn't it?

Oh God, please make it stop ...

Ok, I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit.

Crowning Achievement!

2006-02-20T12:11:00.000-08:00

Congratulations to me! Through all of my fun medicated times I have now officially managed to take every NSAID on the market, (and even a few that have been taken off due to fatal side effects). So congrats to me for beating the Rx system. All you pharm companies out there can take that hit to the bank and come back to me once you've made something that actually works! Assholes.

mmmm ... this is candy, we're having fun!

Evil Queen of the Towel Heads

2006-02-08T15:29:00.000-08:00

Ok, I found this at the Wall of Mart and people who know me know I can't pass up a cheap elephant deal, or the opportunity to be embarrasing. So, enjoy-->

First I'd just like to present the towel and make you jealous; come on you know you are.

You want to rush out and be a towel head now.

I mean ... look how much fun I"m having!!!

I'm so cool.

Oh what is this strange sensation coming over me?

I can feel the power of the towel surging through me.

I know what it is that I must do!

I wonder if anyone can sense my evil plans.

Look into the eyes of my towel.

You will obey the towel.

Worship the towel.

HA HA! THE WORLD IS MINE!

I rock.

Beware the Full Metal Jacket!

2006-02-06T15:12:00.000-08:00

So the time has come for many of us to go to town on our mouths. M's got her fun surgeries and I due to the loss of a bet, (no not the Superbowl though I am very sad for my Seahawks), I'm in the market for metallic oral enhancements.

So far all the DDS's that I've come across want to do horrific things to me.

#1) One's out for blood (literally and figuratively). $5000 smackers (the figurative blood, ouch, I'm a med student you think I have that kind of money? yeah right, I can't even buy food this month, though I guess that would be good for the braces and possibly my thighs; but I digress.), 18 months and let's remove 4 of my teeth just for giggles (the literal blood, as if you couldn't figure that out for yourself, ouch again). Oh wait I’m sorry, there is a reason for that not just to pump up our oral surgeon buddy and get a kick back; "I would have a more pleasing profile". So not an oral hygiene reason but hey, i guess it's a reason.

#2) we're better here on the greenbacks, cut it back by $1,100; better but still not good, we're now up to a two year sentence in mouth prison but then we don't want to remove my teeth, oh wait, even better we're going to file down all the nice healthy enamel off them, right in between my teeth so that when I'm trying to do Chinese acrobats with floss just so that I don't immediately get the cavities that would be inevitable with this procedure. Though this would make some dentist really happy, I vote no.

So here I am, continuing to shop around till I at least find someone who would like to leave all of my teeth intact, in my mouth. Some how I don’t' think that's too much to ask. I mean, they all fit in there before all pretty and perfect, surely they still will. So I've decided to take my journey back to KC and see if I can find anything more promising there.

There was a kind man there once that told me 6mo, $1250, and said nothing about removing any teeth or parts there of. I just hope he has similar music for my ears on Friday. Sure, he wanted to put metal spikes in my mouth but hey they served an actually practical orthodontic purpose and I'd take the spikes any day over random teeth extractions. My tongue would hate me but the teeth thank me. It's ok my pearls of white, you're safe with me I'll never let those mean men take you away from your loving gums.

interesting theory ... more like ....

Crazy metal brackets of doom! Adults beware, public humiliation is imminent!
(I knew I wanted to look 13 again, pedophiles are great lovers, so tender and attentive. *shutter*)

PICTURES AS PROMISED!

2006-01-24T15:50:00.000-08:00

I know you all have been patiently waiting to meet Marge. Though I do have to say this was not her most photogenic day. Though I'm sure you understand as she's missing a few body parts. I don't think anyone looks their best after that kind of action. Anyway I wish I could also share the smell with you but allas you'll just have to imagine her sweet stench all your own. Think ... vommit and curddled milk. That ought to get you started.

This is my good friend Angela and the most savery part of her groups longhorn stear. Mmmmm tasty.

News Flash! There's a 5 minute rule on the potty.

2006-01-22T09:45:00.000-08:00

Beware the after hours restroom usage! If you should take more than 3 minutes in the stall then the motion sensor will have no excuse to believe you are still there. You will receive a jingle like beeping warning. 2nd warning come at 4 minutes. What happens at 5 minutes? You are officially not in the room and the room with shut down around you. The black darkness of your windowless receptacle will consume you and it will begin to eat your soul.

See Megan, My reality is even more fucked-up than your dreams. Carousel in the middle of a corn field, fuck that. Try a Bathroom with a mind of it's own that traps you in darkness and you have to stumble through it's gated labyrinths and back to the lighted hallway before the possessed lavatory consumes you. Now that's some scary shit.

Will demon spawn emerge from the darkness, capture me and drag me back through

a portal to their evil water-closet demention? ... Maybe.

Picture updates!

2006-01-21T10:54:00.000-08:00

So I aquired a digital camera, and now I've finally figured out how to post pictures, (I think). Let me know if they come through. Enjoy!

New Years Pics : Hopefully this will link you to the rest!

THE EXOTICS SYMPOSIUM!

The good times had in Knoxville TN, The Snow and rain on the way down (our luggage in the back of a truck, awesome), blow darts, guns, behind the scenes zoo trip, and all the drunken po-dunk fun you could ask for!

Can you believe they gave me a gun? NO QUESTIONS ASKED!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, SHE'S PREGNANT!!

2006-01-20T16:25:00.000-08:00

Yes, ladies and gents. Marge of the Large is Prego. Our fine Omish lady of the forementioned blogging is/was with calf (however you want to look at that). Ahh I can't wait till next week when I get to preform what is my first and probubly my only necropcic c-section. This is not the birth of life from life, or life from death, but the beauty and joy of death from death. Ahh what a beautiful optomistic picture this brings. I can only imagine that fateful day when they brought Marge into the lab barely able to walk on her own; Bobby jumping on her chest trying to get her warm dead heart that had given up so easily, to pump enough formalin through her lifeless old body to keep it from rotting. Little did he know he was also preserving a fine calf fetus for us to rip from her body only a few short months later. Ahh the sweet splender of surprise.

Our horse Frenchie was also blessed with life thriving inside him as we found out the other day. Though being male he was not with the pleasure of pony but did have a fine infestation of worms that Katie and I roughtfully picked out of his diaphram and facial layers of his abdominal cavity. You know they migrated there because the diaphram is the only muscle that is moving constantly and thus provides a fantastic and rich blood supply to thrive on. The best was when you're rip into their puss pockets and the worm would POP out of it's wormy home and say "Hey what's up I'm a worm". Gives me goosebumps of joy in all this remonicing. I know you wish you were there as always.

I think an RIP is in order

2006-01-18T20:20:00.000-08:00

So I took my computer to university hospital (aka IT services) and I think they are actually managing to recover my very septic computer from it's failing health. To add the irony that must come with anything I try to do. My screen is now failing. It is flickering in and out of conciousness and all hopes look lost. So I should be able to harvest all my info from the hard drive before it crashes for good and donate it to a new computer which would be fine if there were a computer to transplant the information to. So sad and tragic, I do not have the money to save my current computer which would cost more than it would be to just buy a new computer.

So I guess it comes down to this. Do I euthanize my current notebook of fun and wait till I can afford to buy myself a newer cuter more lively notebook or do I hook it up to a lifesupport monitor and hope for the best? I know it's been a fun four years computer, but I think it's just your time, it's just your time, and I'd hate for you to have to suffer through this. And worse, I'd hate for me to have to suffer through this even more.

So, so long black box of fun. It's been real.

Best I could do in 10 minutes, rough but I think the realism is breathtaking..

Death by???

2006-01-09T15:36:00.000-08:00

I'm taking a poll.

I caught a single scene of one of the Jaws movies this weekend (I know as much as it was not the first) and in that scene there was some death, big surprise. Picture it, two ladies, two very different deaths ...

What I would like to know is this which would you choose if you had to?

Option 1) Death by giant great white shark grabbing you by your ski and eating you alive.
Option 2) Flail around your boat histarically causing you to dump gasoline all over yourself, lighting yourself on fire, and ultimately blowing you and your boat to smitherines.

Ponder that will you .... and let me know.

P.S. I think I'd go with Option 2 for it's more instantanious effects, if that helps you make your decision, if not then tough shit.

Option one : Lunch

Option 2: Chunks

Tell 'em Large Marge Sent Ya?!?

2006-01-09T15:02:00.000-08:00

Well Large Marge can shove it up her scanky cow ass!!!

To update:

Large Marge is the name of my cow. My hugest rotted out dairy cow you've ever seen, cow. I'm sure to have pictures to follow, for now you just have to use your imagination. We all know what a dairy cow looks like, you know big, black spots, utter. Take that shove some hooks in it and hang it from the ceiling and you have a good picture of what my bovine looks like. Of course she also has a plastic bag wrapped around her head and an extra strap around her midsection for support.

Now to fill in a key key point Marge or Large-Large (as she is called in the world of gangsta rap) was dead before the preservation process began. I know its a terrible thing to imagine but yes, conventionally out specimens are embalmed alive ... blood pumped out by the heart, formalin pumped into the body by a still beating heart. This sounds bad, but what's worse is the smell of day old vommit/rot/curddled milk, coming from this cow. Without the for mentioned process (of which Marge lacked being already dead and all) what you end up with is a poorly perfused animal which leads to a poorly preserved animal, which hangs around in a not cold enough to stop the bacteria freezer for many moons, which leads to the stickiest rotted out shit you've ever smelt in your life.

Now I know you are wondering how was I so lucky to end up with this fine specimen? Oh pure luck as it my be. You're jealous I can tell. Thank you randomized computer program, thank you. Now for our first week of class I spent my time working on our beautifully preserved pony. aka "Frenchie" a dandy little guy and a joy to work with. Week two (as my group has divided into two groups and is alternating weeks between the two animals) is my lucky week to work with Large Marge. This is the week we are opening the thorasic cavity. For those unfamiliar this is the one containing the heart and lungs etc, not the one with the stomach bowels etc. (can't wait for that one let me tell ya... future blogging fun to be had there) Today I alone braved Marge's stank and dove my arms into her chest and removed her lung. This took over two hours and it weighed at least 20 pounds but I managed to keep all lobes in tack (not easy thank you very much).

Now revel with my in my crowning achievement. I did have many wonderful assistants in this task and could not have done it without them , thank you GROUP 5 ROCKS! There was really just only room for one person to really get in there and I went for it. So there I am shoulder deep in Marge covered in blood, latex, lung splooge, formalin, and a number of other body fluids and tissues ... time of my life (actually was pretty fun, the smell consumes you after about 20 minutes and you forget about it). I finally remove the lung we bag it and tag it and I start scrubbing down within an inch of my life. As you can imagine by this point I do smell a bit like Marge, and it's off to lunch after clean up. Here's where the big problem comes in and why me and Marge aren't on speaking terms. I'm allergic to Latex as some of you know, which is what goes into all the veins and arteries after the whole embalming thing. Well Marge had a section where the latex didn't set up solid which came leaking out of her and all down my arms. Very wonderful pink/red color it was beautiful you should have been there. So you see how this poses a problem. I didn't notice it till a couple hours later but I now have a very nasty rash all down the sides of my body to go with the irritated spots on my arm .... I am not happy .... it is painful.

So here I say Large Marge can shove this dissection up her fat cow ass because I'm not spending the rest of my semester covered in hives (sexy as it may sound). I just vote no. Frenchie, Welch is comin’ home!!

Like this but sooooo much worse, and hanging from the ceiling. Real photos to follow.

Normally they don't let me play with sharp objects this early in the morning.

2005-12-28T00:39:00.000-08:00

For anyone who knows the full extent of much of a morning person I am. I tell you that it is 2:40, I'm ill, and I'm at work. nuff said.

I'm so lucid I almost stabbed myself with a needle from the slide stainer ... not on purpose of course, thanks for the confidence though.

The rest of you enjoy your sleep sleep sleepness, I'm going to finish my bizz bizz, bizznezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Overtime rocks my world

2005-12-27T15:21:00.000-08:00

Hey kids, yes overtime is awesome. I have wonderfully managed to hit overtime hours in a mere two days. Sunday and Monday covered the first forty plus, and since I work until Wednesday, everything from here out is bank. Yes I know you are jealous. Perhaps I will be able to pay off that lovely credit card bill left from the x-mas fun with the money I make by working the holiday. It's one of those few good full circle kind of things I think. Woot!

Now picture me rolling in like leaves all nakedness and smiles. Ahhh ...

(frightning I know, you can stop now)

Now if it were only enough to do this kind of dive into ... I could handle that.

Quit your bitchin'; go make me a sandwich.

2005-12-23T14:40:00.000-08:00

Yes friends I know, it's been many a moon since there has been a new blog post. So I guess I'll do a nice boring update with a jazzy compilation CD type twist:

WELCH'S JELLY KICKS OUT THE JAMS:

Track 1: I will survive. (The first semester of V-school if over. I am still alive. This is a good thing.)

Track 2: ABC 123. (My grades don't totally suck. No academic probation. This is also a good thing.)

Track 3: Roll out. (I spent an inkling of time in KC with the rents. I got all the x-mas spirit I need by doing all of my mom's x-mas shopping for her and not actually getting to see my family what-so-ever. This was a not so good thing.)

Track 4: Who let the dogs out. (Thursday I headed back home, reunited with my poopie and got to relax. I think we were both happy to be home. This was a very good thing.)

Track 5: 9 to 5. (I'm working over the holiday. 22nd-29th which is a not so good thing for me but it keeps me from ruining Christmas for anyone else so that's a good thing.)

Track 6: Party like it's 1999. (well 2006 anyway, I'll return to KC for the new years eve evening festivities to see my sister and finish out the x-mas fun that I missed. This will be a good thing if I can figure out something to do with my dog that evening .... any takers?)

Track 7: Goodnight sweetheart. ( my sister is moving to Korea for a year, maybe two. This sucks)

Track 8: Lunch lady land. (I'm hungry right now, this will be remedied when I get off work in an hour)

Track 9: Mr. Lonely. ( xchange that with Ms. I'm here in Como all alone. if anyone wants to visit while they have break time hit me up!!!)

Track 10: Wild thang. (I just like this song)

Break it down now oh oh oh oh oh yeah.

Expect more posts over this break when I have nothing to do but actually have something to write about. Enjoy your breaks for those who have them and for those who don't ... haha.

Happy Holidays chittlins!

Oh so creamy and sweet.

2005-11-14T15:20:00.000-08:00

So it was a gloomy cold Saturday night,(delay on blog I know) and all the VM-1 in Mizzou land were in the lab studying their Histology ... boooooooooo wa ha ha ha *lightning flashes thunder crashes*. Scary isn't it. What's almost as scary is that we, (me and the AC) ditched studying for a while and ate dinner then went and ate Andy's. Oh yes we ate Andy's and it was good. So creamy and sweet we had to share it. Putting it into two seperate cups proved too difficult so we each got our own spoon to lap it down with. MMMM that white tasty goodness. I bet you want to eat Andy's too, I highly recommend it.

Just add spoon and eat. Yum.

So thirsty ... must have water ...

2005-11-02T22:57:00.000-08:00

I'm still stuck in this barren wasteland that is renal physiology. I'm drying up, drowning in the sand dune of notes piled on my desk. Some one help me ... GET ME OUT OF HERE! How many hours has it been? I don't know anymore. The hallucinations have set in, pink elephants dancing in tutus. Whips of blackness moving in the corners of my eyes ... sleep ... yes sleep ... sleep and it will stop. ZZZZZZZZZ What?!?! What?!? did I go out for a moment, thank you Beetles for bringing me back to my objective. Whoosh that was a close one.

Watch as they all dance and sing, "We all live in a yellow submarine". La la la.

Where's the love?

2005-11-02T18:51:00.000-08:00

Hello?,.....Hello...... Anyone........, Anyone?

1 Comment in the last four posts? Am I losing my touch? I just have to say I'm not feeling the love kids. No love for grape juice. What is the world coming to when people don't like grape juice? Oh what a cruel cruel world.

Actually I'm procrastinating like hell right now. Phis test tomarrow and .... blah. Though once it's over I'm looking forward to good food and hanging with the girls. And then there will be weekend hanging with boy. Should be fun and filled with adult beverages. Now ... where's the love for physiology? Yeah it's not getting any love either ... I mean who wants to take a test over 100 pages of notes on what the kidneys do? umm ... Not me. Well whoever does start driving to CoMo the test starts at 7:30am, be my guest, enjoy.

Since you can't read the captions:

Jim (Left): Hey Jerry, I think I've lost that lovin feelin.

Jerry (Right): Hey, watch were you put that cortex man. I'm not that kind of organ.

Just keep your arteries and veins to yourself Jim; I'm warning you.

Umm Uhh Yeah

2005-11-01T09:40:00.000-08:00

So I have decided to pursue a masters in statistics while completing my professional degree. This is my decided topic for my disertation, no private funding necessary. Preliminary results are as follows.

*Names have been change to uh umm umm uh protect the uhh vocally umm deficient.

The prevalence of Non-words in accordance with time and frequency in Dr. Mummbles Lectures with further correlates between subject matter changes and also laboratory vs lecture behavior variances of vocal deficiencies.

For a total of 40 tabulated minutes of class we have:

a total of 287 "umm"s or "uhh"s (henceforth referred to as "non-words") verbalized.*
an average of ~72 "non-words" for every 10 minutes of class
an average of ~36 for every 5 minutes of class
an average of ~7 for every minute of class
leaving us with a slightly increased prevalence of one every 10 seconds.

*(This study does not include the prevalence of the misuse of the word 'and' [including those uttered between umms and uhhs] or any stuttering of actual words.)

This is only preliminary research. Further study correlations to follow between the prevalence of non-words in lecture vs. lab and changes between lecture subjects.

Thank you and have a good ... umm ... uhh ... day.

"Blue Balls are Hard to Come By" and be weary of the white sauce.

2005-10-31T09:56:00.000-08:00

The Halloween Weekend conclusion:

As a continuation of my previous post I decided to entitle this blog with a quote given in response to the previous blog entry; "Blue balls are hard to come by", indeed; though, in this persons case 20ft ladders aren't. For future reference if you should happen to find a 20ft ladder at 1am while walking home from a bar, think twice before burgling it. You never know who might be watching or who might trip over it as it lays sprawled across the living room floor. Lesson here learned.

Another lesson for the evening: Be weary of the white sauce. Now as I attended a fine and reasonably priced Italian restaurant for dinner I initiated by scoping out the menu. A wonderful selection entitled Chicken Crepes Florentine, caught my attention. A scrumptious description entailed the now infamous "white sauce". Now, I wasn't so presumptuous as to assume this was Alfredo, but I was imagining a white cream sauce of sorts. This is (as foresight must have already hinted at) not what I received. In the opinion of three taste testers it was determined that the sauce contained whipped eggwhites and possibly a little bit of sourcream and it had the consistency of something between meringue and gravy. Now, anyone who knows of my obsessive compulsive disorder when in comes to food or was present for the great corn incident of '05 understands that even after scraping all of the 'white sauce' off of what would have been a perfectly delightful set of crepes why I had completely lost my appetite and how it was taking every ounce of my being not to hyperventilate. Needless to say I ended up paying $17 for a cup of minestrone soup and the complementary bread. 2nd lesson: Don't eat the white sause until you know what's in it/always ask.

Though my evening was off to a rough start the pub crawl was good times and ultimately my night made up for the bad food and then some. Thank you to those responsible for a most fulfilling evening. So that's my Halloween... tonight ... Agenda: Hide from trick-or-treaters. Since I have no treats to give I've decided not to put the effort into turning tricks all night long. Me and B are going to rent movies, drink wine, and hope my pager doesn't go off.

Later chitlins!

On the left we have "The Cushion for the Pushin".

And for added inappropriateness the back declairs "Stick It In Me".

Big Blue Balls Aren't In High Demand.

2005-10-27T10:00:00.000-07:00

So it's Halloween and with Halloween come Halloween costumes. After careful consideration I have decided to become a pin cusion (photos to follow in subsiquent posting). Now I know this is a popular costume choice and readily available in your corner costume shop. Yeah, umm, no; anyway, so I procede to Hobby Lobby to supply myself with the necessary items for my pin cusion transformation. 1) one red t-shirt 2)some iron-on lettering
3)red felt
4) green felt
5) sparkly silver pipeclears
and the most important
6)fuzzy balls

Now as a pin cusion I want to be chromatically balanced. I have red. I have green. So I pick yellow balls, white balls, and really wanted blue balls to round out my color palate. But what is this? Tiny blue balls. Small blue balls. Medium blue balls ..... NO BIG BLUE BALLS! Now this wouldn't be a huge deal but with a balance of color I also want a realistic scale. For the thickness that is a pipecleaner one requires big balls for proper scale. You now see my cunundrum. Now I searched ... perhaps they are simiply out of big blue balls ... but no, there is no empty hook to put any big blue balls on ... tragic I tell you tragic ... It seems . *sigh* the is no demand for big blue balls. But I want them, I need them; my Halloween costume should not suffer for lack of balls? Where is the manager of this joint!?! I need some balls over here!! But no, no blue balls for Ashley ... I'll just have to settle for green since the pink seemed so out of place.

Oh how I long for the blue balls; where are you my fuzzy friends?

2 Crura + Bulb = Root

2005-10-24T14:03:00.000-07:00

Ahh science. Science and math, math and science. All the wonderful things one can learn in school. And how different subjects seem to intertwine to create such great correlations. The best thing I learned in anatomy the other day is 2crura plus 1 bulb equals root. MARVELOUS I SAY JUST MARVELOUS! Who would have thought that after only 4 days occupying a mear ~11 hours of my time dedicated entirely to the male genetalia I would have learned such a wonderful equation. So wonderful that I felt I needed to share it with the world. Crura + Bulb = root .... GENIUS!!! The two internal muscular crura plus the bulb of the penis composes the root of the penis. Enjoy and feel enlightened friends, enjoy indeed.

I'll let you figure this out for yourself; just don't lose your head trying.

Judge #2 John Dough; you have a video camera and no one's accusin' you of anything.

2005-10-22T08:17:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Bearfield Meadows!!

A polite community of young couples, retiries, a few college students, and home to the witness protection and relocation servieces!

Yes kids, I have decifered the truth, my neighborhood is a relocation site for the witness protection program. To explain:

1) There are vacant houses in my neiborhood at all times. None of which has been for sale .... ever.
2) People move into and out of these houses at lightning speed. Yes moving into these houses that are never for sale, and out of them where they are not put up for sale or rent and remain vacant.
3) All these super speedy moves occur in the middle of the fucking night. We're talking pitch black darkness here. 10pm? sure Midnight? of course.

So of the three houses next to me there seems to be a rotation of in and out. When I moved in the one next door picked up and left in the middle of the night; and as you would guess it hasn't gone up for sale. Then last week a man moved in across the street into a house that hadn't been for sale or had any kind of sign in the yard for at least the last 3 months and likely the last 6 since it wasn't for sale when I was looking at houses. I'm patiently waiting for the house behind me to be filled with the next John or Jane Doe and family. Man is this exciting

What they're really thinking.

2005-10-09T10:35:00.000-07:00

Now, though I should be studying for my anatomy test. I decided to take a few moments to show you what's really going on their heads. Enjoy.

AAW DVM @ CVM UMC hanging @ da BK lounge.

2005-10-04T10:47:00.000-07:00

Oh acronyms, how misleading you can be. And who comes up with your meanings anyway? The lazy crack-heads of society that can't just say what they mean but make it all cool and abbreviated. Well I've decided that I have the power to remake all acronyms as I see fit. If you give me an acronym I will make it mean what ever I feel is appropriate. WWJD?

Wild Women Jumping Donkeys?
Wolves Wearing Jackets of Denim?

Who knows, the possibilities are endless. Limited only by my imagination and the imaginations of my many personalities. Where would we be without our acronyms? Life would have less madness! Information would be clear! Mass Chaos would cease!

So now I

AAW (The Awesome Abash Wallaby)
DVM (Doctor of Volcano Mating)
@
CVM (The College of Viral Monkeys)
UMC (University of Money Capturing)

take it upon myself to thank all those organizations out there that utilize acronyms to their fullest potential by applying them as names. What do your names mean oh companies of service? Who knows, but here's what I think:

FDIC? Funding Drunken Idiot Credit
UPS? Urgent Postal Sabotage
FDA? Flatulence Debilitation Association (cause let's face it every new drug approved seems to have a fine print on your bowel movements)

Oh how I could go on ... but I'll just close with my new favorite acronym given to me by my friend of science, Megan ... V-school. What is this V-school? Good question. I'm in it, so I know; but to all of you in the dark let me give you some fantastic light. Could it be a school for the preservation and maintenance of all psychological, anatomical, and physiological parameters in which designate the big V? (Oh yes I did, I threw you another acronym, but this is a free-be my friends the big V is defined by an innate lack of sexual activity, the kind approved by the state of Missouri as legal, in ones lifetime to the present) ... or am I in fact studying volcanoes as I would lead you to believe in earlier statements; or voluntarism, or perhaps Ventriloquism? No, it is none of these things as you might have guessed though the later is quite foreshaddowing for my hand ... neh more my arm will spend a considerable amount of time up the back end of .... Well .... not a puppet anyway.

So I leave you friends for the evening with this to ponder. Farewell. "C U L8R."

Howdy Doody? I don't know but I'm sure the FDA was responsible.

Anytime, Anyplace, Chiggers.

2005-09-27T10:12:00.000-07:00

Ahh, nature. So beautiful, so serene, so full of bugs that will sneak up on you and eat you alive. Ok, so here's the deal. I had been roaming through wooded areas for unspecified reasons of necessity when it cam to my attention some days later that I had some really nasty stuff appearing my legs. I thought to myself, "Self, that stuff on your legs looks awful disturbing". "Yes self, it does". Big eww. Blistery and oozie, inflamed and itchy; my instincts said poison ivy ... wait no, too localized ... perhaps poison oak or sumac, ... perhaps.

So I show my Doc:
Me: "This concerns me."
Her: "Eww, that's gross."
Me: "Yes, it is. What do you think."
Her: "Well, skin's not my thing but here's an Rx for a corticosteroid cream, try that."
Me: "Cool, thanks."

So things don't get better and I decided to see a person who "skin is their thing". Dermatologist ahoy. So with some begging and pleading over a week, in which time this stuff has spread considerably, but let's not panic; I get an appointment, go to the office ~30mins early to fill out all my fun new patient paper work, then don't even get in to an exam room till another hour after when my appointment was for. If this were a restaurant my dinner would have been free and they would have offered me desert. Bastards, you get an F for service my dermatologically knowledgeable friend. Anyway after another 30 minutes in the exam room with my pants off (kind of necessary to see ones legs), and frickin' freezing.

Now just so we know after a 10-15 minute time when left in a room by myself, not to mention I've already been hanging out at this place for the last hour and a half prior and have read every magazine in the joint; I feel I have the right to explore. No, I did not start wandering the office with no pants on but I did start looking at all the files on the counter, (I figure it wasn't put away so it's fair game for investigation), prescription forms, brochures, all that sort of stuff, interesting reads; better than the posters on the wall which all three posters were the exact same thing. I guess they really wanted to get the fine points of sun damage prevention across. Just so you know is slip, slop, slap. Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen (at least SPF 15), and slap your ass so hard you cry like a baby ... oh wait no, slap on a hat, preferably one with a large shady brim. But, I digress.

So, I finally get to see the skexpert. (that's a skin-expert for those not friendly with made-up words) and she takes a peep at it all and we have a whopping 3 minutes conversation. ... Diagnosis, chiggerbites!

Ok, she's a doctor and I"m going to try to believe her, but chiggers? m-fing chiggers? that's it? all this about chigger bites? you're kidding right? Oh no, I have to play 20 questions on this one cause these are like no chigger bites I've ever seen. So she gives me some new stuff to put on them, will it work? who knows. 20 more questions, how often, for how many days, if it doesn't work what do I do, after how long, if it gets worse? Man it's a good thing I forced the questions out since half of them were answered as she was half way through the exam room door of her next patient. Man, and she came so highly recommended. I guess I"m selfish of her time, but hey I've sat around for 2 hours waiting to see her and pay her $20 bucks to tell me I have chigger bites the least she could do is talk to me for a whole 5 minutes, right? Well, whatever, that's the end to this tremendously long and detailed story. Later kids and watch out for chiggers!!

I think this guy has chiggers too ... I feel his pain.

2005-09-24T12:30:00.000-07:00

WHERE'S MY BLOOD BITCHES?!?

I lift my glass and CHEERS! To all those out there who read things and take them the wrong way, go behind your back and bitch to people about it, and don't understand that a blog is there for the purpose of writting whatever the hell you want.

So I lift my glass to you oh one who makes me regret I sent this to you in the first place. Thanks.

And now I must go play with more blood. :0) woot! I LOVE MY JOB AND ENJOY WORKING WITH THE PEOPLE AROUND ME AT WORK! (just in case anyone was confused and didn't know that) peace out chitlins.

2005-09-23T06:48:00.000-07:00

Let's switch it up this time; make it pepper-jack cheese

Ahh, the life of a student. So in my umpteenth year of school I've decided to peruse a professional career. woot. With all the fun and excitement that comes with over 100,000 worth of debt, I also get to take tests and quizzes almost every day! (you're jealous I know you are). Anyway, it's Friday now and I am finally out of the thick. Third test for the week is over and hell I didn't even flunk any of them. I'm so glad I have the weekend to chill. Oh wait no I have to work. Being on-call is my favorite, oh yeah, looking forward to the phone calls at 3am that have nothing to do with booty.

And so starts my Friday; my test is over; and just a few more classes before I can take a nap, cause holy crap I'm tired and I'm sure to be up all night with my "booty calls" from the hospital. So welcome to my blog everyone, I only hope to have all the procrastinating time in the world to keep it up. It's now time to catch up on breakfast eating. I'm thinking about one of those awesome biscuit sandwiches, and let's switch it up this time; make it pepper-jack cheese.