Pete

A cow, a pet, a Pete

Mean, tough, nice and rough

Loving or running wild

High on grain

Comes by name

Daily walks

To keep him tame

And never lame

I’m the girl with

A cow in a park

Throwing Frisbees

While others stare

And tell me to get a dog

But we walk off

Or run on

Both kicking up heals

Running through wide open fields

I hope the day never comes

When I wake up

And he’s no longer there

Instead a two year

Meat storage

And a rug to wipe your feet.

The hunt

The muzzle loader hunt is on, and we got nothing. Saturday Josh and I went for a short three mile run, and then we went home. I got dressed and ready to go down to the big SLC, for conference. We left quite early, and got down to salt lake.  Then we had to find parking, which is usually difficult when you are driving a four door boat. We found parking under ground, and headed off to the conference center.  I'm not sure if you can have good seats at conference but we definitely meandered our way to the front. Everyone rose when the Prophet came out.  Here's my problems with religion in general.  There are men in front, there are men on the sides, there are the quorum of the 70 there are the 12 apostles, the prophet, the pope, the priests, Christ, and then in some religion Heavenly Father, you have the men.  I don't understand how women can stand for a man who oppresses women, openly in this day and age.  One of the only things I get out of conference every year is that women can bear children.  Mothers should be good mothers and take care of their families, because that is the greatest responsibility. Religion backs this and so does society.  In almost all relationships women's jobs come secondary to men's.  Even today women will make less then men. Women are expected to stay home once a family comes along. I understand the logic behind it, I'm just saying fathers have just as an important role.  Women have just as much right to go out and make a life for themselves and put having a family on the back burner.  They should be able to do  this without feeling they are not fulfilling their motherly/wifely duty.  I'm still upset the LDS religion is going to change the Provo Tabernacle into a Temple.  With the road construction and the one denomination majority, Provo makes it easier not to come home. I may have only used the Tabernacle three times, but I was still able to use it, and so were thousands of others. The place I loved and couldn't wait to come back to is pushing me away. I thought I could never leave Provo, and now I can't wait to leave Utah, and see what the rest of the world has to offer.  I'm not saying I hate religious people, I think they do a lot of good, my best friends are LDS and I wouldn't trade them or their families for anything.  However I need to be able to express myself and see other views. My brother asked me if I would live in Utah after I graduated.  Unfortunately I said "no." I want to move so bad it hurts.  After living in another state for four months, I know I can live away from this one.  I want to move to anther state and start over, and meet new people, I want change, and not the kind Obama can offer. I'm getting tired of the people and politics.  Not that other states won't have the same problem, but I want to see what they will bring. Anyways, just my opinion, some day I'll know what I want, and 

After conference we drove down to Provo, and Josh bought me chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, and I was in a chocolate coma. I dropped him off and then headed home. I parked and unloaded, and saw my mommy, and we ate chili and then watched tv.  Phil and my dad had left without me, which was ok, because I had homework I had to do, and finished.
We woke up at five o clock in the morning, and headed to Indianola for some hunting time.  We hiked across the face of our mountian, heard a loud coyote, and drove to Lamonts mountain, saw some does in the road, and some cows. I love cows. We hiked a bit, rested a bit, and phil and I ran back to the truck.  After hunting Indianola we always go to fairview to eat Breakfast and you can't break tradition.  Although I'm thinking we can now. I had chicken fried steak and it was so dry and gross. Plus we didn't get our glasses refilled, and the table was dirty, I'm thinking the little acorn is for us from now on. 
Drove back to Logan sunday after picking Josh up, made it in record time, wore socks with my sandals, because my feet were cold, Kim noticed.  While driving my foot itched very badly I thought I might cry.  I don't know what to do in those situations because it was my driving foot.  I didn't want to take it off the gas going seventy, and yet bending down to scratch it always makes me turn. Tough decisions while driving. Monday was school, and actually a good day, minus debates about the new temple on facebook.  For family home evening we played ultimate frisbee, the regular kind and three legged, which was more fun then anything I've done in a while. Then we played missionary tag sitting down. I slid into somebody, and got some awesome grass stains. Then we chatted as roomies, and mocked me a bit, I'm used to it by now, I can't help if I put my foot in my mouth, and just speak without thinking. One of the funnier things, Jeannie said, "I love my heels." Melinda said "so do prostitutes." I didn't hear Melinda, so I said "what did you call me?"

 Then I had a cookie a bottle of water, quick shower, and off to sleep.  Physics and chem lab in the morning, so not excited I hate my Tuesday schedule it sucks. Went to lab, and then I came home, and Kim and I headed to petsmart.  At petsmart we asked the man to get us a particular gold fish, the one we picked was gold with black spots, named hot pocket. So we have Pita and Hot Pocket.  Tom and Jerry is still alive, I had to buy crickets, people thought I was crazy when I asked if they had ants.  Even crazier when I asked if he would eat dead crickets, and if he could catch live crickets.  I don't think he can, because I put three in there, and there are three still there. Then I coulndn't figure out how to run the debit card machine, and the nice cashier said a lot of people had problems with it, Kim's reply was "yeah the old customers, not the young ones." It has rained every day, luckily not in the morning at five so it doesn't effect our running, I sure hope it warms up, this October drop in weather, is not sitting well with me. Tom and Jerry died.

The Warm before the Storm

  Friday was o chem test and game day. Histology lab was eventful, I grabbed a broken microscope and slides that had nothing on them. Plus when I went to un-plug my microscope it wouldn't come out of the outlet, so I grabbed the prongs not thinking I would be shocked.  Didn't realize I was being shocked until I had been holding onto it for a few seconds. The guy next to me asked if I just got shocked, my response, "I think so."  Every day an adventure, I will try and make the most out of it. USU managed to lose again, we are so good at that. It happens every time. I wanted to make banana bread, but I also wanted some new shoes.  So Erin came over and I made the banana bread put it in the oven, and we headed down to kmart for some shoes. I had to park across the highway so we had to make our way through the rape tunnels in one mad dash.We had one hour. 

I found some shoes at kmart although not the ones I wanted they were dark blue.  So we kept the receipt and headed to walmart, but they didn't have diddly squat so we headed back home, and made it back just in time.  Nothing is better then coming into your apartment with new shoes and the welcoming smell of banana bread...which wasn't done. I take that back if the banana bread had been lasagna, my life would have been complete.  We turned the oven down, so the bread wouldn't burn, and we had to wait a little longer. I asked Erin and kim if they had glow in the dark paint, Erin did, so we stopped at her apartment and got some paint.  While we waited for the bread to finish we painted my shoes, now they are the coolest.  We watched a movie, then I went to bed exhausted, Erin was picked up by her sister and kim watched haven I think.

I've started Harry Potter, finished the first, and am on the second, now that school has picked up its harder to find time to read for fun. 

Saturday in October

Turtle fences

Hot Pocket

Today was nothing shy of one big adventure. Lets start the day off by waking up to an email saying you registered for your test wrong, and won't be taking it. Followed by a shower, because in Logan that is the only way to warm up. After being awake for a half hour there is nothing better then a mid morning nap. Staying up until two was a big part of sleeping so much. Not to mention the midnight fire alarm, which takes a lot out of a person. Being woke up at ten, to the smell of bacon sucks, because you know you can't have any. Went down to DI to cheer up Josh at work, definitely worked.  Great kid.  Stopped at pay less to find shoes, did a perfect back up job into a spot wide enough for my car. I am certainly impressive, my dad would have been proud. At DI I finally found slip on shoes.  Lets face it lacing shoes and tying them is way too much work and over rated. Now I need to find new boots, ongoing battle. After DI, we went to TJ MAX, nothing too exciting.  I showed Erin a museum exhibit featuring Harry Potter, so she went to that and then headed over to our dorm, to feed fish. We were in town, so they walked home, and we picked her and her roommate up. At our dorm we popped popcorn and thought it would be wise to pop two bags of popcorn. We ate a bag and drove with the other one to first dam. We found our dock and unloaded the popcorn on the fish. We didn't see any fish.  So we used Kim's amazing duck call to call our ducks over.  We fed the better half of the popcorn bag to the ducks. Cederick, Einstein, Shaq, and the old wise duck, were just a few we named. After feeding ducks, there is nothing like a ten mile run, in an hour and a half.  Josh and I did the canyon run down to main street, up fourth, old main and home. I had an air baby,(which is like a food baby, or candy corn baby, basically your tummy just doubles in size) which made my stomach hurt so bad, "if it had been helium I would have floated." Erin sent me a text saying there was as surprise, so I ran home, got dressed and we headed over there, lickety go split. While down there we worked on our mad dancing skills, and watched bits of Tarzan, and Spirit Bear. Spirit Bear sounded cool, the initial reason I picked it, but it was a documentary on how they could not find Spirit Bear. What's with that? After a good two hours of dancing, eating pizza, and laughing our heads off we headed home to sleep. Also, Utah state played Wyoming Coyboys and we won, go Aggies. Sunday I wanted cinnamon rolls, so I searched for recipes and made a mad dash to Smiths for brown sugar, cream cheese, and butter. I don't know why butter packages can't put on the package butter or margarine.  Instead they put Spread, and 40% oil. 90 minute cinnamon rolls took 90 minutes. Had Pita's funeral, all in attendance were force fed fried rice, and  cinnamon rolls. Washed my clothes, and dug a tiny hole under the tree outside our window, placed Pita inside and we all sang Amazing Pita.  So far two of our other fish have died, Hot Pocket, and Tuna Melt. 

corn maze

Finding yourself in a corn maze. That was my Monday.  For the past month I've been rediscovering who I am, where I'm going, and what's going to happen to me. Stress is the biggest indicator of my mood.  Over the last four months I've been stressed to the max, a test a week, and finally a break. Just kidding, one more to go. So what is a college kid to do. Go hunting, hiking and horse back riding. Cram the week before, and get an okay score. Until you realize that grad school is just a year away, and you have to get more then decent grades.  I have an interview and a test Monday to see just where I stand with my acceptance level. Its fair to say that I've been living in anticipation to be accepted into Vet school for the past fifteen years, and I could screw that all up in four months. I lived my whole life volunteering, working, and getting as much experience as I could, to be accepted into college.  The fact that my grades could be the determining factor scares me. I took 18 credits just to see if I could do it, and volunteer at the same time, along with study parties, Thursday friend lunches and marathon training. It turns out its harder then it looks on paper.  Organic Chemistry and physics are comparable to an up-hill marathon for my mind...which I'm struggling with. I've been told to not worry so much I'm only twenty.  But I'm an extremely independent responsible twenty year old. However in the last month and a half I've forgotten a lot of my priorities, and let my social life run rampant. I'm not learning from my past, because I will continue on like this until January. My parents raised me to be an independent thinker, so if I'm extremely stubborn, relentless, and stuck in my way, blame them. I'm a product of my raising.  My professor sent me an email saying he needed to see my ASAP, which is usually never good.  So I knocked on his door, at nine in the morning, and he said "come in, I was just thinking about you." but he said it in a serious tone, which got me even more worried. So I sat down, and he told me a student applied to be an Undergraduate Teaching Fellow, but did not meet the grade requirement. So he said "I immediately thought of you, you have the gpa, experience and the knowledge of the curriculum." So I said "as long as it fits my schedule I can do it."  Immediately we headed off to my coucelor to plan out my schedule for spring semester, and everything worked.  So you are reading the blog of  a future UTF.  That is how you get a job without trying, and not thinking about working. The pay is not great, but honestly I could only think about how good it will look on a resume. I'm a little worried, I just want to be the best out there, so fingers crossed I will be. I've realized that its easy to tell someone to relax and not worry about it, but this is my life, and I can't relax, because it won't always be alright.  How did my meeting go? It was with two WSU admissions counselors/professors. I'd like to think they were impressed by me, but surprised I left so much out of my resume.  I was told my Personal statement was one of the most important letters I would write, with only 5000 characters to do it in. Research wasn't a make or break deal-which was really good to hear.  Having a spot in the Pre-vet club officers club was a plus, and volunteering, interning, and being well rounded were important.  Along with keeping my grades up I am on the right track, I need to strengthen my science gpa, become a better speaker, and not act so nervous. So here is to another week of cramming, and having a a college kid good time.

Hair ties

The only other creature awake at five thirty

Waking up five thirty, already late, two missed texts and...its missing. this happens morning after morning.  Frazzled and flustered I search.  Time after time, telling myself I'll keep it in one place. Time after time it grows legs in the middle of the night and wonders off. Promising myself I can run without it, I grab my key card take one more look at my un-brushed unkempt hair, and turn to leave. There I see it poking out of my pocket one my green, or black, or blue rubber bands, one pink  or orange scrunchies, one rubber band. Poking its tiny flexible self out of my pocket, staring at me behind my bush, shampoo, tied around the faucet in the shower, resting on a shelf. Never where I remember leaving it. This happens time and time again with chap stick, keys, rings, and shoes.  I've tried to keep my material possessions to a minimum, because chances are I will lose them. Chances are the people who gave them to me will be offended. I usually find these things, pocket knife in backpack, rubber bands in my pocket, rings in my shoes, shoes under the couch, chap stick in my car. When these things are located its like Christmas in July, simply amazing. 

Fathers

Lately I've been addicted to listening to Butterfly Fly Away by Miley Cirus. My favorite line, you were always there when I looked back. I am a daddies girl right down to my worn out boots. When riding my bike he was there behind me, every time I looked back he was following me. He taught me how to drive. We would sit on his lap and steer from the time we were old enough to crawl. One time I steered us off the road...a little, but he never yelled just grabbed the wheel and steered us back.  He's one of the few people who have stuck up for me no matter what.  When everyone said you can't he was there saying "show 'em how you can." He has always been philosophical in his own way giving me advice. whenever I think of my dad these words come to mind "do the best you can, take your foot of the clutch put your foot on the gas, and just keep truckin'." Ultimately my favorite is, "slash don't stab cause you'll get your knife stuck."
 I've been trucking for twenty years, to make him proud. It breaks my heart when he tells me he is the proudest dad in the world.  I know that I can do so much more then what I've done.  Its hard to imagine somebody can think you are already so perfect that you can do no wrong. Especially in a society where we strive to make ourselves into something we are not, to attain perfection.
Everyone has always said, including my dad, that he didn't want children, and that having them was terrifying, I believe it. As soon as he became a father he was transformed. He is the best dad in the world, he never once put his needs above ours.  He always included us, he said "we had children to keep them with us, not let someone else raise them."  We were included in every major decision.  We went on every bike ride, every camping trip, every restaurant, party, drive, we were always there. Maybe that is why we are so opinionated we always had someone to listen to us and someone to complain to.  I've been called stubborn I don't know how many times, and my favorite line, "you are just as stubborn as your father." I don't think we are all that stubborn, we just know when we are right, know when we want to quit, and like things our way. If you don't like it there's the door.
Little girls depend on their fathers.  I did-there wasn't one spider I had to kill, not one.  In the middle of the night he was always there.  In college in the middle of the night he was always there on the other line, telling me stories and getting me through sleepless night after homesick day. Sometimes I wish my parents would not have been so great, then leaving would be so much easier. He has always carried his kids in his wallet, and never passes up the opportunity to brag about us, and show us off.  I wish every child had a father as good as mine.
Parents shouldn't have favorites but lets face it, who wouldn't pick me as their favorite child.

Stereotype me as a boy

Psychology Assignment, we had to write what waking up as a boy would be like, so here is a mix of my brothers and guys around campus. 

If I woke up as a boy I would wake up the same way I do now, the same way my brothers do.  I would set my alarm for an hour before I have to leave and hit snooze until ten minutes before I have to go to class.  I would skip breakfast because I’ll just have a huge lunch.  Being a boy would change the way I dressed and see the world. I would look for a shirt on the floor using my nose to pick out a clean one, throw on some jeans and deodorant, and head out the door.  I would walk a lot taller because no matter what I know I look good and everyone is checking me out.  I would rate every girl on my way to class, and show up on time.  After class I would head home and eat lunch, probably half a dozen sandwiches.  My stomach would be bigger and due to my testosterone and fast metabolism I could eat a lot more and not gain any weight.  I would go to a few more classes off campus.  This would require me to drive my annoying sports car with the windows down and rad choice of music blasting. The people giving my dirty looks would be mistaken as looks of jealousy.  I would carelessly signal without a blinker, no worries because I’m a guy, they will never catch up to me and blame my lousy driving on a woman. I’ll park taking up as many as four spots, and stroll into the building, passing out cheesy compliments to all the ladies to get a cheap smile.  Depending on the day I might hold open doors and start a meaningful conversation.  After class I might hit the gym with my best friends, so I can have a spotter while I bench press two hundred pounds.  We’d go our separate ways, and I would retire to my apartment.  At home I would cook something with meat and not wash my dishes or the stove.  While eating I would play video games and maybe chat on the internet with various people to pass the time. Before bed I would watch tv, read the newspaper sports section and opinions section, maybe comics, then I would shower and head to the local Wal-Mart with my wing men.  All the guys know to get as many numbers as possible you have to go to Wal-Mart at midnight.  We would get as many numbers as possible making subscripts by their name such as “megan the hot one” and “amber the annoying friend.” After completing our manly duty of number taking we would head off to a taco joint. Eating our burritos and staring down other groups of men that are invading our territory.  After a busy night of meeting girls I will never talk to again I will head home and head to my bed. 

Fall

Football and fishing, parties and early morning hikes.  This weekend was great...minus the fact that I had to force myself to study histology during the football game.  Thanks to tivo I was able to watch all the good plays, and many turnovers. In the past five years I've gone from  knowing nothing about football, to calling calls before the refs. I'm still an amateur.  Every game the refs come up with something I've never heard of.  Like whats hurdling players, I don't know, but apparently you can't do it. Luckily I have experts around to consult. Utes beat the mighty BYU! We went fishing up Diamond Fork, saw a big Elk, and found our secret fishing spot.  At least I thought it was secret, turns out there are a lot of fisher people who go there. It was plenty muddy, and there was plenty of slipping and sliding. I am no fisher woman. If I had to fish to survive-well I would be one amazing fisher. However its one thing I need help in. My dad caught two small fish, and I mostly talked with Phil, and got wet. We left and ate at the Little Acorn. I was asked to ask my dad subtly if we could go eat lunch.  I need to work on my subtlety, "Dad I love you, and you know what goes good with love?  Philly Cheese steaks at the Little Acorn." I did have a Philly Cheese steak, and it was delicious. After lunch we headed home, and then to the coffee shop to meet with Boyd.  After coffee I went to Kim's house and  had cake and ice cream for an over the hill birthday. Held Baby Emma, who is adorable, but makes me very glad I can be the Aunt, and then leave her with her parents. Kids cry and I hand them off. I bought the biggest package of pop tart's ever, 48 in one package, it was like buying a variety fireworks package that you can eat. I blame Erin for my new addiction. Went to bed around midnight Saturday, which wasn't good. The foot ball game was pretty good, BYU handed the Utes the game. Woke up at four in the morning ate breakfast and made sandwiches, mostly peanut butter with a little jelly. Then we headed off to go hiking with Phil's friend. I can say that I beat two whinny boys up a mountain.  We got there in the morning, and everything was wet, by the top of the hill our pants were soaked.  I was told I was not wet, lies. The boys were soaked, and out of breath. We saw no deer. At the top of the hill we signed the register with our names, the football score, date, and a little story that went like this "we saw and shot big foot, and am writing this down before he throws me off the hill." We read the other entries, and found out there was a trail with butterflies and deer, so turns out we didn't have to bush whack our way up the mountain, but we didn't find the trail on the way up. Funniest entry "man at the top of the mountain scared my deer away,  people who do this for fun are crazy." So we sat on the mountain eating granola bars, sandwiches, and jerky. We practiced our aim with rocks and trying to knock rocks down the mountain. We had to see who's gun was loudest, and I was momentarily deaf. Going down took around a half hour went so much faster down the mountain on the trail, no butterflies, plenty of butt sliding. Got back to the truck loaded the four wheeler, and headed to arbys (don't know how to spell it, too lazy to look it up).  I had fries with ranch and it was good. Came back and did laundry, loaded my stuff, had to tell my parents I couldn't eat dinner with them, and that made a weekend of no dinner with my family, which was sad.  All in all I spent maybe 14 hours at home this weekend mostly spent sleeping. Picked Kim up at her church, because they had ice cream I had mint, and a cherry. We were going to get gas but the place I get gas at was closed, and I had never used my debit card for gas, but the pump didn't work, so we went to Maverick, gasp.  The lady in Maverick was extremely rude, I don't even know what I did, except that I didn't know what pump I was at.  Then we went to get Erin, favorite text from her "be warned, there is a silver slug but out front."  I beat Kim to the punch quite literally.  Then it was a long ride to Logan, up the canyon and to Logan to get fruit and vegetables.  I hate leaving people in the car and wanted to be fast, but I chose the slowest oldest cashier who was jabbing at the computer, and asking me why it didn't work, just because I'm a fourth your age doesn't mean I understand it anymore then you do.  Dropped Erin off and then home sleep, Ha!  Missed running with Josh, and made it to my first class barely. I took phil'sCSU.  Wasn't that bad because hopefully I'll go to CSU. Not a lot of sleep that night. Sunday I studied, and slept. Monday was the paint dance which was pretty cool, went with Jeannie. Got painted, and ended up soaking wet. 

Quote Wall

"What are you five?"-Erin, the quote that made Erin famous

Mace Face and Snakey Jorge

ERINSAURUS!!

"Is this someone?"-Erin, Erin on the phone with someone

"They're from Wyoming, they probably thought it was the freeway." -Jorge

"I feel stupid asking you questions." -Kim to Jorge

The Kim two k's short of triple k

"Cabbage!!!" -Erin's text to Jorge

"Oddly enough I didn't get hurt when I jumped, but Jorge did and she didn't jump." -Kim

"Kim I don't know how to do the problems I don't know how to do."-Jorge to Kim while doing physics

"Your like a duck out of water."-Jorge "Which is still a duck?"-Kim " "I guess so." conversation between friends late at night.

"So how long do I have to have an eating disorder to get into this place?" -Jorgena, after hearing about Macy's awesome job, where Nutella is the main snack.

"I eat in private and purge in public.  HEY YOU GUYS WATCH!!!"-Macy

"I don't know how to get out of here!"-Jorge "Just follow the exit arrows."-Josh Said while trying to get out of a parking garage.

"You ate it all."-Kim, this is only funny because Kim said it to Jorge after she ate a ton of ice cream, only funny because Jorge hadn't had any junk food for years.

"Isn't that the worst though? It's like you have no legitimate break up to get over, but it hurts just as much. If you need another poptart and nutella party just let me know." Erin- best roommate turned friend ever.

"Cheetah pants girl is at Wal-Mart, wearing her...Cheetah Pants!!" -Erin

"But it doesn't matter because I'm beautiful dang it." -Kim, only funny because of the funniest song ever. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jqkPGAjsJ8

"I'm going to get ice cream, and now I'm going to go work on a tree at...grandma's house."- Kim, this was Kim's rant about facebook and people sharing their life experience.

"nothing says love like life insurance." -Jorge

"I'm so cool I can run through a field full of sprinklers and get wet."-Jorge

"Tom and Jerry is missing...no joke, I am dead serious." kim

Nothing shy of amazing

Physics taught me I don't understand physics, but I'm learning. The best part of that class was shooting pop cans. After physics was the pre-vet club booth and palpating a fake cow, I found a pencil, bottle cap, a horse, and a pacifier. Interpersonal communications homework finished up my two o'clock hour, and then I was off to a chemistry study group.  I loved the study group I actually learned about orbitals, from a chemistry major. She's taking 18 credits worth of chemistry, so glad I'm only getting a chemistry minor, and not majoring in it. My interpersonal communications class followed chemistry. The whole ride up in the elevator I was thinking the elevator would get stuck, because I didn't take the stairs, but it didn't. We had an assignment, fill in the blank.
Men are (crazy)
Women are (pretty)
Homeless are (poor)
Older people are (senile)
Ethnic groups are (foreign)    Those were the first things that came to mind.

Today I was missing my best steer, Pete, because my histology teacher said what are cows good for, and I said "pets", and then he said "no, meat and milk production." 

Non stop studying from 9:30 am to 8:30 pm. I'm in Histology and my phone alarm goes off. I didn't realize it was my phone, because I forgot I set my alarm yesterday to wake me up before my physics class. I didn't shut it off until the whole class realized at the same time I did it was my phone. Which wouldn't have been bad, but there were twenty of us around a conference table. Then came Organic Chemistry and after O chem was lunch. Lunch included nachos and watching five minutes of Sydney White before heading off to Physics. Physics was learning that you can shoot something at the same time it drops and hit it.
I had dinner at Adams park, because the College of Ag gave us taco's.  This kid said hi to me, but I can never remember his name.  He know's my name, and he's told me his name half a dozen times, so I just said hi and walked away, plus I was late to my study group. After dinner it was back to the histology books, and we are a great a bunch of kids. Then I came home to find my three best friends waiting for me with toasted pop tarts. "whats a pop tart if its not toasted?"-me  "pop stupid!"-Erin  "this blog is stupid"-josh  "that's my playlist, that I listen to."-me
I love this day.  I'm beginning to feel like a free loader. This week I cooked zero meals.  Monday we were almost kicked out of the library for being extremely loud, Tuesday I finished my homework in physics and had a chem lab. O chem lab sucks, and building molecules on the computer is impossible. Just saying.
To finish up the night my Kim, Erin, and Jeannie dressed me up for the College of Ag dinner.  I tried on a half a dozen dresses, and finally we all agreed on one.  Then came accessorizing, so we matched ear ring's to dress and then necklace to dress, and then ear ring to necklace to dress, and learned a little about fashion, don't get me started on shoes. I didn't get to bed until two in the morning, and planned on running with Josh, but I set my alarm wrong, and the clock skipped an hour which actually woke me up at four, but I don't remember turning my alarm off, so I'm pretty sure I was exhausted.
This morning I woke up to Josh texting me "are you awake?" and "are you okay." I'm getting way of track to reaching my goal, and beating my brother at his own game. So far my schedule has been run two good days have two really bad days.  Tonight Josh is coming over to set goals, and go over where we need to be. Thursdays are my volunteer days, as I don't have class until 3:30, I will also fit some studying in there.

Crazy Kids

Saturday= Game day and Cliff jumping!!! We left for Porcupine Res at eleven, and stopped to wake Erin up. We had to pick up my friends car and on the way saw an awesome giraffe print jeep, ultimate safari vehicle. We decided we needed life jackets or flotation devices so we headed over to the orc, finally made it after a massive detour, because it was game day! Turns out USU shuts down on Saturday, when students can actually have fun, so went to two dollar stores, before finding arm floaters and bouncy balls. When we were kids we never had bouncy balls, and thought the were way too expensive for us, after growing up and leaning you can buy one for a dollar I feel jipped. We headed out to Porcupine, and stopped for directions mostly because the guy had two of the cutest puppies in the world. After stopping a second time because there was a grass hopper in the backseat we made our way down the road, passing paradise and Avon. Cows were grazing on the road, and off the road. Crazy Cows! I was warned the road would be steep and was told to go slow because it was gravel.  As soon as I hit the road I was brought back to summer time and driving to and from the ranch. In the summer I went twenty, this time I went ten. I parked where I was told, which happened to be at a spot where the reservoir was the widest to swim across. Bouncy balls are not good flotation devices to swim with, and we lost one.  The current that didn't seem so swift sure carried it far and fast. The swim took forever, once we were to the other side, we saw just how low the water was. Kim was a brave soul and jumped.  Jeannie sat at the top.  Erin and I climbed up, sat for ten minutes and then climbed back down and swam back and fourth across the river, at a narrower spot.  We played fetch with a dog, and met a man who had a hangover and was trying not to pass out. By the time we left I was freezing and my lips were blue, so we had a heater in September, which seems an awful pity. We got home in time to get ready for the game, first time I had my face painted, and first time we watched an entire Aggie game. 54-17. After the game we had ice cream, and I had to write my paper on testosterone and aggression in men.  After that we watched you tube videos with Rob, and recounted many memories. One memory made this year was staying up until two in the morning waiting for our zucchini cobbler, (which tasted an awful lot like apple cobbler). While we were waiting we watched the better half of a Canadian tv series called Haven. Baking with Rob and Kim, is nothing shy of fun. I think we started the cobbler at eight, but before the cobbler we wanted a snack so we made zucchini chips, but before that we had to pick the zucchini, which meant we also had to pick the other vegetables that were ripe.  None of us have a one track brain, so we ended up singing songs, and dancing and telling stories and watching videos, and then four hours later the cobbler went in the oven.  

Friday was the ninth and was an awful tiring day all around. Friday was the first time I feel asleep while studying. During histology I was actually doing pretty good at locating tissues on the slides, after an initial period of not being able to focus my microscope. I think I've been told by my professor "remember the microscope views things upside down and backwards," half a dozen times, we've had two labs. Great class! After lab I bought my psychology books, I sat down to read it and woke up four hours later.  Which would have been fine any other night but girls night, thank's to Erin's text, "If I ever wake up" we could start. So we headed out on our grand adventure to Walmart to get ice cream, and peaches, this was a night not to think of cabbage. Upon our return we made peanut butter cookies, a first, the hardest thing about cookies is spacing on the cookie sheet and time in the oven. The plan: deliver them to Rich 201, aka the room we lived in last year. They loved the cookies, and then we made our way home through the Fudge cemetery. We were twenty feet in when a car pulled in  behind us with a megaphone. My heart dropped a little, because I thought this would be the first time I would get a ticket, a ticket for trespassing or something. The fudge cemetery has a clear sign that says "NO ADMITTANCE AFTER DARK."

How Fudge Cemetery got its name

That won't stop us from spending the night though. (In Logan you have to make bucket lists of things to do before you graduate.)  Too scared to run, I just stood there.  Our cop turned out to be a kid with a mega phone, and after parking there for thirty seconds and shouting in the mega phone, he bid us ado by wishing us a great night, and  we returned to our walk. We jumped the fence, no battle scars this time, and made our way to the elementary maze. We met some fellow college students and played one crazy game of tag, before going our separate ways. We went down the slide by Reeder, and rode the bicycle statue, we were invited to play ultimate Frisbee, but decided to watch The Roommate instead. We ate ice cream and cookies, which is unusual for my roommates so see me eating that. I went my entire college career without sugar.  That ended this summer. The Roommate was weird, twisted movie, after the movie ended, I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up when my roommate was coming towards me with a blanket at three in the morning, which made me jump a little. At six in the morning, I went running up the canyon and across the mountain with Josh. I ran the whole way, no more walking up hills for me.  We got back at a quarter to eight, had pop tarts, then I went back to sleep, he had to go to work.

surprised adoption

My life with advisers. Elementary my parents were my adviser and told me I could be anything I wanted. So at five I decided Veterinarian was the right fit for me. My teachers fostered that desire, and then I learned about junior high. Junior high introduced me to my first counselor, Mr. M. During our first meeting about future careers, I told him I was going to be a Veterinarian.  His response "wouldn't you rather be an assistant, or technician." I told him I would rather be a Veterinarian. His response "I think assistant would be a better fit." Thank you Mr. M. High school led me down a road with two years with a counselor who wanted to be Mr. Cool and not help me at all.  Luckily I had two years with a counselor who set me up with internships and honors classes. When I got to college I was excited to take classes and get involved with my major. My first semester meeting with my adviser I felt like I was in Junior high again.  I was asked what I was getting in my biology class, and said around a B, her response, "I was expecting lower." Second semester I went in for a tentative schedule, and this is what I was told, "I would recommend you take a personal communications class."  Ha! I am in that class now and I love it, although I'm not sure its helping with interpersonal communication, I mostly laugh. Third semester I went to see my adviser. I asked her if there was a penalty for taking the gre twice, her response "I don't know, I'm not on the board that goes over scores." I thought she should at least have an idea because every student she deals with has to take the gre. I asked her what classes I needed to take, and she told me I had to take human physiology and anatomy.  I asked her when that class became a requirement, and she said it had always been a requirement. So I ignored that, and continued on with the meeting.  Then finally I asked her "when did vet schools require human phys." Her response "Vet school, I thought you wanted to go to med school."  If I wanted med school why would I  make an appointment with the college of agriculture adviser, directly over pre-vet students?  Then I asked her if she knew of any research opportunities. She of course said no, and gave me a list of Professor's emails. Adding classes for my junior year, I find out she is in charge of undergrad research programs.  So nice of her to tell me.

Biased

For my Psychology of genders class we had to write what we know about Men and Women, so here is a draft. 

Men are typically larger, broader and built for working. They commonly have shorter hair, facial hair, and are taller. Growing up with men I have learned they are very direct in communication.  Men like to get to the point, and avoid using lots of details.They are more reserved and don't express thier feelings verbally.  Men are healthy, and seem to have a very good immune system.  Men can eat junk food and survive.  Men are very protective, and like to be in control. A man’s role in parenting is typically the enforcer. Men like to try and fix things and work with their hands, so they will generally do well in more hands on and analytical classes. Boys growing up are very active as children, and experimental.  Boys are willing to try anything, even if it means wearing a cast the whole summer. Men’s biggest strength is being straightforward, and their weakness is being simple.

Women are usually more petite and built for child bearing and rearing. Women look feminine, softer features, typically with longer hair and shorter. Women tell a story when they communicate.  They are very verbal and descriptive and use their hands and body language a lot. Women are very good at persuasion by guilt trip.  Women seem to fall victim to being sick more and longer than men. A woman’s role in parenting is the nurturer; always there to listen, and comfort, men just want to fix things. If women put time into their education they are very good with left brain activities. Women tend to think they have the whole world on thier shoulders and must rise to the occassion always. Girls growing up tend to play with dolls, and are pushed into homemaking activities. However they excel in most everything they do.  Women’s strength is being able to express themselves, women’s weakness is trusting men. 

Summer

 Here's to summer never ending.  Here's to running outside with short sleeves. Here's to sandals, and spinning fans. Here's to hiking and biking, and sleeping without blankets.

Fourth of July Fun, This summer no parade just fireworks in Yerington, which were awesome. 

 Here's to the best season out there. Here's to driving with the windows down.  Here's to not wearing sweat shirts and star gazing at midnight.  Here's to evening strolls in tank tops. Here's to sun bathing, swimming in lakes, reservoirs, and swimming pools.

Swimming!

 There are three weeks of summer left, and not even Logan can take that away from me.  I'm not a fan of winter and snow and freezing temperatures. I'm not a fan of wearing layers to school, only to strip down to nothing, because custodians don't know how to regulate temperatures. Here's to not embarrassing myself on the ice rink because even after two years of lessons, I still fall.

Frozen

 Here's to not skiing, because even after many lessons I still go thirty feet when I make a pizza with my skis. Here's to not getting hurt while sledding.  Not a fan of slipping on ice, because no matter how desolate the road is, someone will see me, and laugh. Here's to not walking into wind from the canyon/arctic seas.  Let it be known that hot chocolate is not a cold season drink, and can be had every day.  Here is to enjoying a nice fall.  Leaves changing colors, and pumpkins. Here's to a nice hunting season, and possibly getting something if I come along.  Here's to settling in for a long semester of homework, and studying.

Study Study

Here's to the end of a long journey, and the beginning of a new adventure.  Here's to all of us.

Fires!

Junior Year

Here goes another school year. Monday was full of classes and seeing old faces. I don't remember a lot about Monday other then it was the first day of my first physics and interpersonal communications class. Physics required, interpersonal communications recommended to me by my adviser. In communications we were asked to make a list of our strengths and weaknesses in communication. My list went a little something like this.
Strengths:                                 Weaknesses:
eye  contact                              Nervous
common interests                      opinionated
funny                                         Quiet
stories                                       Horrible Listener
openness                                   Shy
                                                 Zero filter
Somebody put good listener on their strengths and professor said I'm surprised not listening isn't under weaknesses, when I very timidly raised my hand and said I have it. Communications should be a good class besides the speaking in public.
Tuesday I had a physics lab, and then I donated blood. Tuesday night they played Thor on old main. We went down as a dorm room, minus two. I am awful at watching movies, I have to be doing something else even now, I'm typing doing homework and watching a movie. During Thor I left for a half hour, came back and slept, not that I could see or hear the movie to begin with, but I need to work on my movie watching skills.
Wednesday I slept, and went to classes, ran, and then slept for 12 hours.
Thursday I didn't go running, because I slept in, completing my twelve hours of sleep. Went to my physics lab and went and sat in the wrong room, sat for a good five minutes before I realized everybody had an ecosystems book, I needed the next room down. Walked into that room,  nobody was there, the door shut behind me, sent my friend a text and went to leave, but the door wouldn't open.  I put full force on the door and came bursting through the door into a crowded hall way near panic on my face.
I think the hardest thing about this year is not knowing where home is. I've kind of broken down and asked for some sort of guidance. I don't know whether to fast or give something up for forty days.  Sophomore year I was so sure of myself and who I was, where I was going. I realized this year I'm growing up way too fast. Wheres the brick that was promised to be placed on my head to stop me from growing when I was six.  Most days I sleep a lot, I added another class to my schedule which will make for eighteen credits. I hope that is enough to keep me studying and preparing for school.  This year I will take the GRE, and study for it, hopefully get involved in research, volunteer at the elementary school, first time officer in the pre-vet club, member of animal science-raising cows and what not. Busy year hopefully the vet schools love me. While boot shopping, we came across a store, I thought it was called pharmacy and market, and commented on what a strange  name, when my friend said, that's Walmart.
Friday the final day in the week, TGIF, I can say goodbye to the longest week of my life, longer then my last week at the ranch, longer then spring break spent in the hospital, longer then the week before graduation, or the week before my  birthday, well maybe not that long. Went running, I'm starting to wake up late, which is no bueno. Luckily I have someone to run with, or else I'd have gone back to bed. I'm going to start my marathon training Monday, or Tuesday depending on when my brother leaves, probably Monday.  I signed up to be a volunteer for a spook run the day before Halloween, which means I can't run in, but I can see how a five-k is set up for and planned for. At the beginning of this year I though Lil wayne's song how to love was the song of my life, now I would say its I get a little bet stronger.  I don't even know why I feel jaded.  Friday night, we found our old roommates and we went to an institute thing and ate, and the plan was to go feed fish popcorn, but we didn't really know where there was a fish pond. So we ended up walking to the quad, and then we were going to go to the fish pond, then we were going to go kidnap one of our friends so we turned around and walked down old main to his house.  We were ready to surprise him with our spelling of KIM, however nobody answered, so we decided to find our other old roommate, only we ran into our friend on the way down, so then we talked for a while, but he had a date, so we all went our separate ways. Only his date was one house down from where our other roommate lived. We did a little creeping to see if we were at the right house, luckily we were. We ended up sitting and talking and re-hashing old times for the better part of three hours.  We left at eleven thirty and I wanted some sort of doughnut so we walked down to Smiths only they put their doughnuts away at midnight. We headed down to a gas station, until we discovered the invention of nutella on pop tarts.  We had to meander our way through the streets of Logan. Pretty epic we hopped a fence, climbed on dumpsters to get to higher sidewalks, may have trespassed some just to end up on the wrong side of the road, walking up a median, as cars come towards you at top slow speeds. Got to the pop tart house and  had pop tarts and nutella, and it was really good. Finally went to bed, at two in the morning.
Saturday was family drama, and swimming at Bear Lake, probably my new favorite spot, Angies for giant hamburgers and scones, cruising McDonald's parking lot, asking burger king if we can cruise their parking lot, perfume samples at the mall, the biggest game of chess and beating a tough competitor, parts of Mickey Blue eyes, and movies with the sibling, friends, and roommates, early morning walmart runs, and bacon for breakfast, two hour ride home with the bass up, beto's burritos, and brownies, plus no school on Monday. Thank goodness for good friends, who get you through hard times, by promising to make you eat your weight in ice cream.

Epic Adventures

Cool stories are often told in classes, or something interesting about you.  What if I don't have an interesting aspect of my life that stands out?  My stories all blur together. So here goes I'll try and recount some interestingly cool stories.  I'll start from childhood.  One of the earliest stories I remember is when my Grandma came to visit.  My grandma is terribly afraid of worms, so me being the young prankster of four ran out and grabbed a handful of nothing, ran inside and pretended to have a worm.

dinner partie
Scared my Grandma, and I laughed pretty hard.  The next interesting story involves a very scared myself and my brother, after watching Walker Texas Ranger. My parents were gone to a wedding, and my brother and I trekked across many fields ending up at the wedding, full of burs and chicken pox. Skipping ahead to tonight, when I went to a long day of classes, and wasn't sure if I wanted to go to FHE with my friend. While walking home I ran into my friend, and was invited, so I ran up grabbed my shorts and headed to a red neck slip and slide. I didn't do anything very epic, but the slip and slide was pretty fun, and the people jumping onto it were crazy. People were running and jumping and landing on everything breakable. They had a baby slip and slide, with no line, so that was mine. Famous last words will be "it might hurt but it will be worth it." My epic adventures are somewhat not epic. I've decided to not jump any ditches I know I can't jump, because when I was learning to jump ditches I jumped one, I couldn't jump, and was stranded in a ditch in a dress for a good thirty seconds before I realized I could stand up. Giving blood 2011. 

Blood donor

Giving blood is an epic adventure let me tell you.  Went to donate blood and sat in the chairs waiting for my chance. Sat for a good half hour texting my friend who was in the process. When I sat down to give blood my phlebotomist looked spiteful or angry, probably because I was really chipper. I have the attention span of a five year old, and could not pay attention to what she was saying. Finally got through the preliminaries and on to the blood draw. Luckily my friend was there because I talked to her while the initial needle was jabbed in my arm. I was told that it would sting becasue of the iodine.  The stinging never went away so she said she would turn the needle to relieve the pain.  Never agree to that, so she took the tape off, and moved the needle, which wasn't much better, but I said it was so she would stop.  I didn't realize we were two minutes into the blood draw, didn't realize the blood with draw starts as soon as the needle goes in. Total process took five minutes 23 seconds.  In line people were laughing at peoples faces because they look sad or angry while giving blood, I think I have always laughed during donation, luckily because when I talk people naturally laugh at me, which makes me laugh. When the needle was ready to come out, all I could do was close my eyes, and hope it would end well...it didn't.  Most painful thing ever, I could see the needle track marks in my arm, still stings three hours later. I think my vein was torn, and my skin.  Epic adventure leaving St. George. On our way away from St. George my brother and I headed out of town after a failed rodeo attempt, no rodeo's this year. We noticed that the stem was leaking on the back right tire. So my bright idea lets put gum around it, my brothers bright idea, lets stop in every town and fill it up. So we leave and get a half hour from the rodeo, and low and behold the tire blows, so we pull over, and take the tire off. Drive with the tire on my lap back to town, and try and find a service station owner.  Luckily people in small towns are too nice for their own good, and a guy helped us look for the owner.  We found him, and drove to the station, and phil and he left so I cleaned my windows at the gas station, until they came back.  

oh horse trailer where have you been all my life

Then we had to find a stem that fit the rim, apparently whoever had the tire made the stem hole bigger then anything we had. We got laughed at for putting gum around the stem, finally got the tire, headed back to the trailer, changed the tire, drove an hour and slept, drove another hour and slept for four hours. Finally made it home.  College adventure with the roommies

From far away it doesn't look like randoms

. One of my roommates wanted to have a year full of firsts, so we agreed to help her accomplish this goal by having a booth of free randoms, which looks a lot like free condoms, which gets you a lot of weird looks. A lot of people would not stop, we got applauded for doing it, because lets face it, it was an awesome idea. For three hours we told people free random facts, but accepted donations; of which I think we got a leaf, and some quarters and pennies.  Sheep productions was an adventure of epic excitement. Trying to get ewes who have birthed a lamb in a pen is easier said then done. They are the most jumpy animal, take its baby and it runs the other way, and jumps every fence. Staying up all night, luckily lambs were born on all my watches, other wise would not have been worth it. I'm forgetting a lot, as soon as I turned twenty my memory was shot, its going to be a long sixty years. One time I shot a water bottle with a shotgun, pretty much just closed my eyes and shot, probably not supposed to admit that. So many horse adventures. When I was eight I rode a horse and was bucked off, got through one buck, and off I came.  Years later was taking my horse back from a trail ride  along the river, when she took off, and the stirrup came off, and then I came off onto the curb, and remembered a door shutting some guy yelling are you okay, and then I jumped up, and took after my horse.  I ran a good half mile, before I threw my hands up, and looked around, the guy had been running after me, and he and his wife offered me a ride home. 

Pain from my fall

We got to my house, and then I just went limp, not sure why.  I looked in the mirror and had a lump on my head, torn gloves, dirty pants, and a hurt pride so embarrassing. My brother and I go riding with my cousin a lot, usually nothing happens sometimes they try and walk their horses across logs, and the horses fall of the log and onto the rider.  One time I was riding on LP a local load packer and she had no sense of steering, so I was just along for the ride, and we were coming back on the same trail we rode up on. We waited for some motor cyclist to get across a fallen log, and there were other horse riders on the other side of the log, so my brother and cousin crossed, and then the other riders crossed and then my horse started following the other riders, and wouldn't turn back for the life of me, so I had to be escorted across.  I was driving back from my stunt in Nevada on a two lane highway, and there were three semi's to my left, and a car behind them, and then the car decides to pull out in front of me, to pass, but he never pulls back in his lane, and we are probably twenty feet from each other, I could see his little bald head, when I decide to swerve, and miss him and go between the poles on the side of the road, and some people pulled off to the side. Hitting gravel at sixty is like hitting ice, and I'm not sure how I made it out alive, because I pretty much swerved everywhere, and hoped I would stop, I did, and there went the black car still in my lane.

Whirl Wind

So much traveling, staying up late, waking up late, waking up early, running miles on end, walking dogs, riding horses, hanging out with friends, playing games, eating food, driving, learning, moving.  I feel like for the past three months, I haven't had time to relax, or sleep.  Maybe that's why now that I'm back at school, I take hour long naps one or two times a day.  I love staying busy, and when there's nothing, I turn to sleep, my own little get away, a short vacation away from reality.

Sunny days in Logan are like wild fires, few and far between. Along the way I became known as the pyro, probably because everytime I came home something cought on fire, or if I got near something it would start on fire after I left. I hate fire in truth.  My best friend became known as a vegetarian, except on Friday's and weekends, probably because I told my other friend and my parents. I'ts funny how rumors spread. I have a love hate relationship with inside jokes, they can be the funniest most annoying things in the world. I've spent two years in Logan, always the same, nice until December and then frigid cold until school ends. 

Flower lasted most of the winter in a water bottle

Springs are like a long continuation of winter. I love going shopping in the dead of winter walking into a store and smelling all the flowers. Flowers catch my attention, and I mostly have to stop and smell them all, I always have time to smell the flowers. Life would suck without being able to smell flowers, that would be like not being able to taste lasagna, just awful. Sledding is fun, snow if white, and wind from the canyon is cold. My attention span is that of a squirrel, I can't concentrate on anything for more then a few seconds. 

School

Today I woke up and went running and then I got ready for my lab.  We went down to the dairy, and  waited in the barn.  We watched a kitten and mom cat play for a quarter hour, chasing eachother, and making good use out of the giant litter box, that was the barn. After many minutes of lecture about needles and what size you use, we went out to the alley, and Doctor showed us how to use a drenching hose.  So I took one hose and walked over to the cow, picked up the head in one hand, drenching tube in the other, and started pushing it down the throat. I wasn't sure if I was doing it correctly so luckily one of the TA'S came and at least watched and made sure I was doing it right. I got it down and the doctor told me he saw it in the right tube which was a relief, then I pulled it out, and said well cool.  Next I tried to draw blood, the jugular in a cow is the size of a hose, half that size in a sheep.  I was able to get it first shot with the sheep, and yet four times couldn't get it in the cow, eventually we got blood, with help.  Someone in passing said if you can't get the jugular the first time you fail at life, I guess I fail.  I need practice on that. Such an interesting class, they did a necropsy on a dairy cow, we have drawn blood from tail veins and rectal palpation in cows.  I'm getting so much experience so happy. I'm probably annoying because I want to do it right, and not cause dammage, so I'm very careful, and ask if I'm doing it right a lot. I was able to drench a cow however by myself and the help of a head lock, which is pretty cool.  I'm worried about being a girl and doing large animal vet work, you have to be strong, and I'm working on that. I just want to get all the experience I can and do it all while I have someone to help me. I'm pretty sure horses hate me, so I'm re-considering my equine specialisty choice, it may end badly, as horses like to buck me, kick me, and step on me. Small animals, large animals, or mixed practice it will be an adventure, and I can't wait.