I'm getting used to going in to work for a couple hours in the morning and coming home in time to watch Full House followed by Step by Step. It's not that I don't work when I'm home, but I do watch TV while I'm working. You don't need your full attention to search for various types of meters or work on your abstract.
My cousin's wedding this weekend was...interesting. She has once again broken the mold in the family so I'm free to follow. First she lived with a guy without being married, so I wasn't the first one to do so. Then she had a very unusual wedding, so I'm pretty much free to do what I want!
It was an outdoor wedding, but they didn't get chairs so almost everyone was standing. The guy that married them was pretty odd, talking about how hearing birds sing at 5 am makes him think of Courtney and Joe's love. Oh, and he said Courtney's parents were Diane and Michael, when my uncle's name is Dennis. And they did readings with only one of them from the Bible (something from Song of Solomon--that part about my lover). If my grandma could stomach that, I think KP and I will be a-ok whenever we decide to tie the knot.
The reception was my aunt's part of the wedding, so it was *very* expensive with an open bar (as in, including top of the line liquor). It was a really good thing KP and I didn't drive ourselves down because we both got pretty drunk. I was drinking vodka and cranberry juice, and after the third one the bartender would just make it for me when I walked up to him. :P The next morning we both felt fine and my mom said we should have felt like shit.
There were also so many babies in the family!! It's all the grandchildren of my mom's cousins, so cute! I would really like to start a family soon after I'm finished with school. KP and I have been playing with baby names, but I'm sure by the time it happens we won't remember the ones we talked about.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Blue-green lightning racing stripes
J came home from work around midnight, and she said when she was getting close to home on the interstate a car started tailing her really close, took the same exit she did, and was following her into the neighborhood. She was smart and rather than turning at our street she went around the long way, and they turned up our normal street. When she came around the long way and was coming down the street, that same car was sitting like four houses up from ours, and had turned around so it was also facing down the street. It was a white truck with a topper and blue-green lightning racing stripes but unfortunately in the heat of the moment she didn't think to look for plates.
So she drove past the truck, and went down to our house, pulled in the driveway and walked to the front door. As she was closing the door and locking it the truck drove by. She was freaked out and came in and talked to us (that's another story--for the first time ever, KP and I are sharing a room at my parents' house...a room with twin beds! :P). I said she should talk to our parents and they didn't seem concerned (but they were also sleeping), and she wanted to call the police. After we heard a truck drive by and KP peeked out the window and saw it was white, I agreed. She called to just file a report, and they ended up sending not one, but two squad cars over!
So mom and dad were still sleeping, and we had three cops in the entryway as J told them what happened. The guy that had arrived first listened to the story and told her since she didn't get plates there was nothing really they could do, so they left. And I started laughing hysterically. Ok, so there wasn't really anything funny. I must have been laughing from nerves.
Anyway, thinking back on it I'm actually kind of ticked at the officer's response. He saw J--a cute young woman--and said it was probably some guy who saw her driving and thought she was cute and wanted to meet her. If I had been thinking I would have said "In the middle of the night?!" but I was busy standing there quietly doing nothing. So she's going to be more observant driving, and KP had the good idea of her casually checking out the cars in the parking lot when she goes to work, because if she sees the same one there she'd be able to get the plates.
I know the police know what they're doing and this is probably an "isolated incident" but part of me wonders. Humans have all but lost the survival instincts we possessed when we first dotted the planet. But I think gut feelings are probably remnants of that. If your gut is telling you something's off, it probably is, and J felt like something was off. I also worry about my sister. As long as she pays a little closer attention to cars for a while I'll be able to breathe easier and I hope she will also.
So she drove past the truck, and went down to our house, pulled in the driveway and walked to the front door. As she was closing the door and locking it the truck drove by. She was freaked out and came in and talked to us (that's another story--for the first time ever, KP and I are sharing a room at my parents' house...a room with twin beds! :P). I said she should talk to our parents and they didn't seem concerned (but they were also sleeping), and she wanted to call the police. After we heard a truck drive by and KP peeked out the window and saw it was white, I agreed. She called to just file a report, and they ended up sending not one, but two squad cars over!
So mom and dad were still sleeping, and we had three cops in the entryway as J told them what happened. The guy that had arrived first listened to the story and told her since she didn't get plates there was nothing really they could do, so they left. And I started laughing hysterically. Ok, so there wasn't really anything funny. I must have been laughing from nerves.
Anyway, thinking back on it I'm actually kind of ticked at the officer's response. He saw J--a cute young woman--and said it was probably some guy who saw her driving and thought she was cute and wanted to meet her. If I had been thinking I would have said "In the middle of the night?!" but I was busy standing there quietly doing nothing. So she's going to be more observant driving, and KP had the good idea of her casually checking out the cars in the parking lot when she goes to work, because if she sees the same one there she'd be able to get the plates.
I know the police know what they're doing and this is probably an "isolated incident" but part of me wonders. Humans have all but lost the survival instincts we possessed when we first dotted the planet. But I think gut feelings are probably remnants of that. If your gut is telling you something's off, it probably is, and J felt like something was off. I also worry about my sister. As long as she pays a little closer attention to cars for a while I'll be able to breathe easier and I hope she will also.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Moggie the Moggie
Go to England if you don't get it. Not that I've been there, I just know the lingo. At least as far as animals are concerned. :P
We took Moggie into the clinic last week because she had a raw, inflamed spot on her chin. Amoxi cleared up the inflammation but yesterday I noticed she had these pustules deep under her skin. So now she's on Clavamox which will hopefully clear up the deeper infection. I swear, we should just open a line of credit at the clinic. It's a great clinic and I like all the doctors, but I can't wait until I can treat my own animals!
A friend from school is in Minnesota for the summer, and a friend of hers found a calico kitty that's going to have 6 kittens soon. It's her job to find homes for them, and guess who she contacted? She said if we wanted one she'd save the cutest and nicest one. We *really* don't need another pet, but I said if we get to the end of the summer and she just can't find homes for them all we might take one. I can't knowingly leave a kitty without a home. I love Kaya, but I now know that kitties are closer to my heart. It's an odd turn-around, because I always thought I liked dogs more. Maybe it's because all of the responsibility is now mine, and kitties are so much less demanding. Not that I want Pigwidgeon to die (because he'll probably be around a few more years), but if a space opens up, I'm filling it with a kitty. My guinea pig days will be over. I may not even get another dog once Kaya's gone (in like 10-15 years :P).
Finding out my cat preference opens another possible career door. Cat only hospitals are becoming more and more common, especially in bigger cities where more people own cats because more people are busy and in apartments. It's something to consider, and I don't think I'd mind a specialty anyway (feline internal medicine anyone?).
We took Moggie into the clinic last week because she had a raw, inflamed spot on her chin. Amoxi cleared up the inflammation but yesterday I noticed she had these pustules deep under her skin. So now she's on Clavamox which will hopefully clear up the deeper infection. I swear, we should just open a line of credit at the clinic. It's a great clinic and I like all the doctors, but I can't wait until I can treat my own animals!
A friend from school is in Minnesota for the summer, and a friend of hers found a calico kitty that's going to have 6 kittens soon. It's her job to find homes for them, and guess who she contacted? She said if we wanted one she'd save the cutest and nicest one. We *really* don't need another pet, but I said if we get to the end of the summer and she just can't find homes for them all we might take one. I can't knowingly leave a kitty without a home. I love Kaya, but I now know that kitties are closer to my heart. It's an odd turn-around, because I always thought I liked dogs more. Maybe it's because all of the responsibility is now mine, and kitties are so much less demanding. Not that I want Pigwidgeon to die (because he'll probably be around a few more years), but if a space opens up, I'm filling it with a kitty. My guinea pig days will be over. I may not even get another dog once Kaya's gone (in like 10-15 years :P).
Finding out my cat preference opens another possible career door. Cat only hospitals are becoming more and more common, especially in bigger cities where more people own cats because more people are busy and in apartments. It's something to consider, and I don't think I'd mind a specialty anyway (feline internal medicine anyone?).
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Summer Strangeness
This summer job is turning out to be so weird. Details that I would have assumed would be taken care of before it was even approved still need to be done. We have to go through IACUC (institutional animal care and use commitee) to get approval for the project, and that takes a month. So I can't even start my research until July. And the poster is due at the beginning of August. *screams and pulls hair* On the bright side I've been pretty much working from home doing some background research and reading lots of articles. It's boring, but it's nice not to be at school.
My cousin is getting married this weekend. She's a pretty hot artsy girl, and she's marrying a regular joe cowboy (whose name happens to be Joe!). He is really nice and they're obviously in love; it's just one of the stranger matches I've seen. Anyway, this wedding is taking place the same day as and an hour apart from the wedding of someone else in the family (like my mom's cousin's son or something, from Virginia, but he's marrying an Omaha girl--odd). So all the extended family from out east is flying in for that wedding in Omaha, but all the family here is going to my cousin's wedding in Lincoln. There's a big brouhaha about who's going to which wedding, because neither party was willing to even move the time so people could make it to both. My mom decided to have a party Friday night that everybody could come to so the whole family could get together (I think it's been like 10 years at least since we've seen the east coast family), and apparently that upset the mother of the bride in Lincoln because they aren't coming. People are so weird.
In other wedding-related news, I had such a nightmare last night. KP had told his mother that we were thinking about getting married (which we aren't, to my knowledge) and she took it upon herself to plan a wedding. Both of our families showed up and said they were so glad we were finally getting married and brought a dress and everything, and I totally freaked out but for some reason couldn't tell them I didn't want to have this wedding. The wedding was the next day, and I was in the dress (which was this really pretty turquoise color) when I finally just had to say I didn't want to do it. People were so disappointed and angry, and then K came to the rescue to drive me away. She ended up driving down the wrong side of the road toward traffic, and that's when I woke up. What on earth could this mean?!
My cousin is getting married this weekend. She's a pretty hot artsy girl, and she's marrying a regular joe cowboy (whose name happens to be Joe!). He is really nice and they're obviously in love; it's just one of the stranger matches I've seen. Anyway, this wedding is taking place the same day as and an hour apart from the wedding of someone else in the family (like my mom's cousin's son or something, from Virginia, but he's marrying an Omaha girl--odd). So all the extended family from out east is flying in for that wedding in Omaha, but all the family here is going to my cousin's wedding in Lincoln. There's a big brouhaha about who's going to which wedding, because neither party was willing to even move the time so people could make it to both. My mom decided to have a party Friday night that everybody could come to so the whole family could get together (I think it's been like 10 years at least since we've seen the east coast family), and apparently that upset the mother of the bride in Lincoln because they aren't coming. People are so weird.
In other wedding-related news, I had such a nightmare last night. KP had told his mother that we were thinking about getting married (which we aren't, to my knowledge) and she took it upon herself to plan a wedding. Both of our families showed up and said they were so glad we were finally getting married and brought a dress and everything, and I totally freaked out but for some reason couldn't tell them I didn't want to have this wedding. The wedding was the next day, and I was in the dress (which was this really pretty turquoise color) when I finally just had to say I didn't want to do it. People were so disappointed and angry, and then K came to the rescue to drive me away. She ended up driving down the wrong side of the road toward traffic, and that's when I woke up. What on earth could this mean?!
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