My Retainer Lisp

About two months ago I got really sick with the flu that knocked me out for five days straight. While I was sick in bed, I of course had my trusty lab at my side sleeping next to me. One night I asked my mother to bring me down a slice of bread and some jello so that perhaps I could eat something since I hadn't eaten in 24 hours. I took my retainers out and placed them on the plate and ate about two small bites of bread before falling asleep because even though I was extremely hungry, I was even more tired. My dog, who loves any type of food, slept by my side the entire night without once getting up to try and eat the food still on the plate by my bed. However at around 4 in the morning I got up with the need to hurl, yet again. I jumped up and ran straight for the bathroom. After sitting next to the toilet for half an hour, I made my way back to my room to find the plate tipped over and all the food gone with one of my retainers sitting on the floor next to the plate. The retainer for my top teeth was no where near the plate and I instantly guessed that it was with the jello and bread that had been on the plate before my expedition to the bathroom, they were all in my dog's stomach. I yelled my dogs name and he looked up at me from his innocent looking spot on my bed, acting like he didn't know why I was mad at him. I searched around on the floor, because I simply couldn't believe that he had eaten my whole retainer. I found my top retainer just a few inches under my bed and sighed in relief. Unfortunately as I checked it for damages, I found that it had in fact been half chewed up by my silly dog. Since I was sick, I just picked up my retainers, put them on my dresser, and went back to bed, my dog still laying on the soft blankets without a care in the world. Once I got feeling better, I told my parents about my retainer and asked if it would be possible to get a new one. My dad told me to just clean it off and keep using it, so after soaking it in denture cleaner and brushing it multiple times, it was good as new, except for the chewed half of my top retainer. Because it doesn't exactly fit perfectly on my teeth any more, I now talk with a lisp when I wear my retainers at night. A fact that has me and my roommate laughing hysterically some nights as we try to talk about the days events. Dogs . . . ya gotta love 'em.

Frog Lab . . . The Wild Times

So I work/volunteer in a frog lab. I take care of frogs a couple times a week changing their water and feeding them etc. The frogs are a bit jumpy as is to be expected because it is in their nature, but so far I had never had one get away before this eventful thursday. I go into the lab as usual to take care of them. This week though, has been different from the beginning. On monday this other lab started moving all of their equipment into our small room which is already over crowded with equipment. Because of this said equipment being moved into the room there is now only a walkway around a big desk for free walking space in the room. On the afore mentioned thursday I go into the lab to find about five other people already at their specified equipment in the small overly crowded room. After getting annoyed in my head about their stuff being on my desk space, I go to work getting the frog bins onto the cart to change the water. I get all the water changed for the frogs and as I go to pick up a frog to move it from one bin to another it makes a great leap and slips out of my hands, falling, falling, down to the hard floor below. I let out an "oh no!" as it jumps and slids around on the floor. All the people now turn to see what's going on as I bolt for the frog. Because the frog is so slippery though, I just can't catch it. By this point, everyone else in the room is laughing at me while I'm still chasing the frog around. Each time I catch it, it slips out of my hands and I continue running after it. Finally I capture the slippery beast, run to the sink to rinse her off, and then run back to the bins and dump her in. It was pretty intense, and embarassing with all these people just laughing at me. I admit that I laughed too because let's face it, that whole scene was hilarious.

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Polar Bear Mom and Babies

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Obsessed with Animals? . . . Maybe a Little Bit

So today I got a pintrist account. I spent about three hours looking at the different subjects of random life wasters. I probably spent 2 1/2 hours looking at the pet section, the other 1/2 hour I looked at other things. They just weren't as exciting as the pets. And there are quite a few other subjects for enjoyment. I just kept going back to the pets. What can I say, a cute puppy or beautiful horse just never gets old.

Cool Boxer/Wrestler (something like that) Guy

So I read this article and I thought this guy was super cool. Yeah. And can I just say, how would you like to be chased by him. Scary. Look at him. Go ahead. Yeah I'd be afraid.

UFC’s Nick Ring rushes to rescue of couple being mugged in Calgary

By Kevin Iole | Cagewriter – 5 hours ago

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UFC middleweight Nick Ring helped a couple being beaten up in Calgary (Getty)A group of Calgary teenagers picked the wrong time to start a fight. UFC middleweight Nick Ring, who will meet Court McGee on July 21 at UFC 149 in Calgary, witnessed a group of teens beating up two people who were waiting at a bus stop in the 9600 block of MacLeod Trail in the city.

Ring jumped out of his car, checked on the victims and then helped run down several of the suspects. Calgary police arrested three juveniles and charged them with common assault. Their names weren't released, but they were a 17-year-old boy, a 16-year-old boy and a 15-year-old girl. Sgt. Kevin Brookwell, a spokesman for the Calgary police, said a fourth male juvenile is being sought for questioning and could also face arrest.
The victims were both 17, a boy and a girl. The boy was treated at a local hospital for minor injuries and released.
"I saw these little punk cowards picking on defenseless people and I knew they needed to come to justice," Ring told Cagewriter.
Nick Ring fights Court McGee at UFC 149 (Getty)Ring had just finished a yoga class and had gone to Starbucks for a coffee when he said he noticed a group of what he believed were 10 people beating up on a young couple and robbing them. He said he saw the group run off with the woman's backpack after beating the couple up.
He pulled over, checked on the victims, then got back in his car and chased the assailants. When he got near them, he jumped out of the car and chased on foot. A bystander, whose name was not released, also gave chase and held down one of the alleged assailants as Ring called police.

I especially like this part.

Ring called the pack of kids who assaulted the couple "hoodlums" and said they showed no courage.
"They look they think they came right from a rap video," Ring said. "They watch too many movies and they obviously think they're a lot tougher than they are. They think it's OK to rob people, apparently, but it's not. This was a situation where they were just punks, and not very tough people. No one with an ounce of bravery would consider any such actions.
"I wasn't afraid of one of them. They were wannabe gangsters and they needed to be dealt with."

Say it brother!

Ring said he didn't know the name of the other person who came to the victims' aid. He said that man did most of the work in subduing the assailants.
"I hope he comes forward and gets the proper credit, because he took some pretty heroic actions," he said.
Brookwell said he did not have the name of the person who assisted Ring. He said common assault is the lowest-level crime.
"I think what they'll look at here is a conditional discharged in which the [suspects] get a stern warning, some community [service] time and the admonishment to be good for a certain period," Brookwell said.
Brookwell said that while there may have been more persons at the bus stop where the assault occurred, "the best information we have in front of us right now is that there were five involved and could be a sixth."

Man so pretty much this guy is one of my heros because not only did he go after some 'hoodlums' but he also exercised great self restraint by not beating them up. Nice. I wish we were friends.

Sweet Turkey Wad = Me

Last week at work a few of my co-workers decided I was a sweet (as in nice or kind) turkey wad (as in jokster, tease, goofball etc.). I don't know how that combination fits at all but the more I think about it, the more I feel that adequately describes me.

Waking up to Alarms. . . Not a Pleasant Experience

So two saturdays ago, I was enjoying sleeping in because that is what saturday's are for. Now sleeping until nine is great, but any longer is even better. I was planning to sleep until at least ten if not eleven. At nine o'clock my roommates alarm went off. No big deal, because she quickly turned it off. I was still pretty out of it then, so about ten minutes later another alarm went off. Again she turned it off quickly and I fell back asleep, only to be woken up what seemed like one minute later to the alarm going off again. She turned it of again and we both went back to sleep. It went off again in no time at all. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again etc. After being woken up about ten times, I finally freaked out in my head and was like holy cow there are so many alarms. What is going on? I thought. I was awake by now, wishing, just wishing I could sleep peacefully. Then I realized the alarms were going off very soon after one another. I decided to time them, so I counted in my head the seconds between each alarm. The first one was about 30 seconds, the second about 2 minutes. What the heck is going on? I thought to myself. The alarms continued to go off about every minute or so. Finally at 9:45 I got out of bed and got in the shower. I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. My whole saturday morning RUINED!!! by an alarm going off every minute for 45 min. Later I asked my roommate jokingly if she really had alarms going off every minute that morning. Apparently, she set 57, let me repeat FIFTY-SEVEN!!!!!!!!!! alarms that morning so that she would wake up. REALLY? REALLY! Great. My roommate is a great person, but please, have mercy on a poor soul. The ironic part of the whole situation, is that I actually got up before her, because her alarm was going off. Nice. I hadn't even set an alarm that morning, with the hopes of sleeping in until I awoke on my own. Well, even the best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.

Lechaim, to jobs and to life.

So today I was reading this book about a veterinarian and his experiences. I am now going to quote something profound he says about his job from the book: "I closed my eyes and grinned at the ridiculous thought that I had been conductig a diagnostic investigation for tuberculosis back there. A strange way to carry out a scientific procedure; a strange way, in fact, to earn a living. But then I might have been in an office with the windows tight shut against the petrol fumes and the traffic noise, the desk light shining on the columns of figures. . . Lazily I opened my eyes again and watched a cloud shadow riding over the face of the green hill across the valley. No, no . . . I wasn't complaining." (-James Herriot, All Creatures Great and Small, pg. 44). I loved this because, here is a guy doing large animal veterinary work, which isn't the easiest thing in the world, and he just laughs at his strange work. But then he admits that he wouldn't rather be any place different, because he loves his work, and he could be doing a job that sounds dull and boring, working in a stuffy office cubicle. Yes, he admits, he has a great job. I hope that when I'm a vet, I feel the same way about my job, or just whatever I do in life, I hope I enjoy it, and realize that, things could be a lot worse. As Ben Folds says "I'm really not complaining, I realize it's just a job, And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars wine and sob. 'Cause I could be bussing tables, I could well be pumpin' gas, But I get paid much finer, For playing piano . . ." (sorry I didn't finish the rhyme, but it swears there and you get the picture anyway). We aren't all going to have the greatest, easiest, funnest job ever, but we all will have pretty awesome, good jobs that we can be happy with. Here's to enjoying normal jobs, and to life! Lechaim (pronounced luh-hi-eem) to life!

Working Hard. . . Or Hardly Working

So I work with some pretty chill and extremely funny people. My 'sort of ' boss loves to joke around and plays tricks on the four of us working with him. So consequently we play tricks on him and basically anyone else who works with us. Today these two guys came and worked with us and before our break they put small traffic cones (like only a foot tall) on top of the van we ride in. So to get back at them, one of the girls I work with and I filled the whole cab of their truck with the traffic cones. Literally they were piled floor to ceiling, on the dashboard and everything. The looks on their faces when the saw what we did. . . priceless. The four of us plus my boss just sat in the van and laughed our heads off while the guys took the cones out of their truck. Good times.

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So I moved to a new apartment on monday. My parents and I were coming at 6 o'clock p.m. to move my stuff in, figuring that would be early enough that I would be able to check in and such. Not so. Aparently the main office closed at 5 and the person who lives in the main office either decided they didn't have to answer the door when people knocked or they were gone for the rest of the day and night. But really, who closes an office at 5, especially on a busy day when people are moving in and during the spring and summer, there is still plenty of daylight after 5. And also they need some better communication skills because no one told me what apartment I was living in or what time to move in and none of the paperwork said anything (and yes I read all the paperwork). Anyway as the story goes I crashed at a friends place overnight then after work the next day I finally found out where I was staying, got the key, and moved all my stuff, yet again. Success! Sort of. Welcome to the new apartment.

I Must Meet This Man!

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I am the Master Commander!

Four tests . . . three days . . . some of the most intense hours ever.
So this week I had four test that all opened on either Wednesday or Thursday. Three were multiple choice and one was a take home test of sorts. I took my easiest test Wednesday, my next easiest test Thursday and worked on my take home test Thursday night. As luck would have it the take home was FREAKIN' HARD and So I stayed up until 3 in the morning when I finally finished it. This was about the same time my roommates all came home from the midnight showing of Hunger Games. So on top of staying up until three, I had to work on a test while my roommates went and saw an epic movie, just like most other college students. Then this morning, I had early class so I had to get up while everyone else slept in. Surprisingly though, I haven't been too incredibly tired today. So I went to my first class, ate a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, went to my second class, went to lunch, went to my next class, turned in my take home final, studied, ate another PB and J, went to a review for my last test I needed to take, went and ate some more food, studied a little longer, went and took my test, aced it, speed walked home, and I am now eating chips and chili, just like I do practically every week. I have been gone for over 12 hours from my apartment, running on 5 hours of sleep, and this has been one great day full of basically studying and eating. Two of my favorite subjects. As I came out of the testing center tonight I threw up my arms and said "I am the Master Commander". No one was there, but still, it kind of feels good to say. Especailly because I don't really get nervous for tests, but I was nervous out of my mind for this one (kind of a catchy phrase, right?), so when I saw my score I was so relieved. Go Life!
Final Scores for this weeks tests:
Wednesday Test: 95.6%
Thursday Test: 94.5%
Friday Test: 93.6%
Take Home: 100%
Yup, this has been a pretty good week after all. Weird enough though, is that I don't think I'll make it to bed before midnight tonight. Heck Yeah!

Skateboarding . . . minor FAIL!

So I have my skateboard here at college and it's great to ride around (except that they're not allowed, but hey, rules are made to be broken). Anyway I have been wanting to ride it around any chance I get, which haven't been many. Today I decided to ride it to the grocery store just a block away. Unfortunately last night I stayed up pretty late studying so I've been pretty tired this whole day. Now, I'm not a great skateboarder, but I can ride it adequately. However on this day of tiredness, I had such a hard time balancing on the board. I swear the bolts were coming undone and the trucks were really lose or something because I was wobbling back and forth the whole time. I almost fell off about ten times and I did fall off once. Hopefully this is just due to the fact that I am tired and when I get more sleep I'll be able to ride again.  Go Sleep! and Go four tests in one weekend! Bring it on!

Sitting on the Front Row

So in Physics the other day I was talking to this guy before class started. We were sitting in the front row and he asked if I always sat in the front row in all my classes. I told him yes because I do indeed sit in the front, then I asked if he always sat in the front and he said not really because he doesn't like the front. I asked him why and he replied "Because I can't . . ." then looked kind of sheepish. I gladly finished for him "What? Text, look on facebook, and play games on your computer instead of pay attention in class?" He laughed "Yeah. I was going to say that but then I just realized how silly that sounded". Yes, I agree, it is silly that people come to class and just sit and text friends and look at facebook. Why do you even come to class if you do not pay attention? I don't know about everyone else, but I paid thousands of dollars to go to college to learn and gain knowledge. Not to text my friends nonstop all day long. Go front row sitters!

Awkward Moments

So before I share this awkward moment let me set up the situation. At the lunchroom here at college, around the lunch times such as 11 and 12 the room gets really crowded. There are a lot of people here and not a lot of seats, especially in winter when no one sits outside. So when said crowdedness occurs, I usually find a table with four chairs but only one person sitting at it and I sit opposite the person so as not to create an uncomfortable eating session. Today I sat across from this guy who was texting someone. Because he was texting I didn't say anything but just started eating my food. Then while I was eating I was thinking I should strike up a conversation with this kid so that we don't sit eating in silence, it's kind of a weird thing to do, at least for me, plus there are lots of cool people here and meeting new people can be fun. Anyway I was thinking I should start talking to him but he was still texting and I didn't want to make him talk to me if he was already in a pleasant conversation via text with one of his friends. Then I started thinking something along the lines of I wonder if he had friends that were going to join him, that would be awkward, this random girl sitting at the same table as you and all your buddies. Then I thought Or maybe he is texting his girlfriend. As I entertained this thought of a girl walking up to him to see him eating lunch with another girl, the thought that maybe he was already married popped into my head. I looked and sure enough, there was a ring on his left hand ring finger. Then the whole situation became super uncomfortable because he's married. As I thought about the whole situation more I realized he did look not very happy, and super uncomfortable about me being there and no wonder, I would be the same way. Basically after that I ate all my food as fast as I could, the whole time hoping his wife didn't come up and ask who I was, then I said "Thanks for letting me sit here" and got away as fast as I could, just in case someone he did know came. Wow, I need to remember to look for the ring before sitting next to people, or just sit with another girl, unfortunately beggars can't be choosers and sometimes there isn't a girl sitting alone at a four-person table. Oh well. Hopefully this won't happen again. Ya gotta love college!