Halloween 2006

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!!!

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?

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!

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?

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.

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!

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!

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

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!

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!

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!

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

thanks Armah. :0)

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

Ok, 8 toes magee.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.