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.