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So apparently it has been well over a year since I have blogged. I guess it's because I usually blog when I am depressed and I have been having one hell of a year this past.
1) In an overly saturated market of Veterinarians, I was able to get two jobs right out of school.
2) In Autumn of 2007, I became friends with Andy only for him to become my beau by October, fiance by May, and husband by the very next October. We had an incredible honeymoon in Ireland that will have to satisfy my traveling needs for a while. You see, while I am still trying to get out all of the Thank You notes from the wedding, I recently learned that I will be birthing a tyke in September.
3) My brother recovered from his 5 year relationship with a tyrant and is now happily engaged to a friendly, happy, creative, and smart Jew girl. I have the honor of standing up for him at the wedding while I will be knocking everyone down with my inhabited uterus.

So now I have to process all of this. How will I ever be able to work two jobs with an hour commute each way while juggling the wife & mom titles? Obviously I have to cut back, but it is hard. I have incredibly supportive and flexible bosses for each job and have become quite attached to my co-workers. In a situation that I am lucky to have a job, I also don't want to start searching for a new one. We still have the two houses that we need to clean, fix up, and sell (unless anyone wants to rent a place in Roseville). I get pretty overwhelmed with the amount of work that I feel that I need to do and am therefore paralyzed by it. It takes most of my energy to talk myself out of having daily panic attacks. Fortunately there is always wii... and hugs (but no more wine :( ).

I feel good physically though. The baby isn't hurting my stomach any more that too much caffeine ever did. I am excited about out little family and watching Andy fight to protect his toys. Sure I am freaked out but the idea of going through labor, but we will get through it. No, that does not mean that I want to hear your horror stories.

I need a life planner.

So today I took my new pup, Lainey, to a different dog park with her new pal. This was way better than the one that we normally go to in St. Paul. Just look at how much fun she had!

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I have now graduated and all of my guests have gone. Soon I hope to have graduation pictures to post. Until then, I have put up my pictures from my Vegas vacation on facebook. Since I had the camera, most of the shots are of my friend. Hopefully, she'll put her pics on facebook promptly.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=3102&id=511116898

Tonight I have finally figured out that I am an incredible convenience friend. Anything other than that is dependent on alcohol.

I am going to die by electrical fire. This is my destiny.
Even tho the power lights were on, the electrical cords to my printer and wireless adapter were chewed to shit. It wasn't until after I spliced them that they exploded in my face.
The only way that this could happen is teleporting rats. Elise, I am ready for a trade at any time.
I smell burning, but can't find a flame.

I came home to find one of my rat babies had become victim to death-by-toy. I am distressed that I can't figure out how it became a deadly incident. I found her with her back end in a ball that was plugging up the hole to a tube entrance to another level of the cage. My best guess is that she freaked out and suffocated.

I think I want mulled wine this weekend? Any takers? Any recipes? (I've never made it)

I PASSED MY BOARDS!!

It's one thing to reject me, but not my babies! I have gone through 3 nights now, watching the door and preparing the baby rats for a new home. That's 3 times that they have been stood up. What creeps me out is that this dude now has my address. He seemed fine. He seemed normal. How can you just not show up and not even appologize? I feel like I need to explain to him how this is not proper behavior and speaks negatively upon his character. However, I also don't want to waste my time educating the demented.

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I got back from my two-week stay in the great land of Lima, Ohio last night. The biggest thing that happened was that my brother cut his hair, which has been long since for the past 16 years. Also, I met my friend's daughter. I wanted to take pictures of her, but she was way too wary of me. I had to fight the urge to play with her like a puppy.
Here are before and after shots of my brother:





I like the new stlye lots.

I got new sweaters that I adore:







We visited a bar just because I like the name and sign. Inside was a little disappointing (turned out to be like a dirty, empty Old Chicago). But on the other hand, it WAS a Tuesday night.


A few more pics are on Facebook. Look if you want.

Now I don't really spend much of my brief life thinking about sports. However, a few of them do occassionally cath my attention. Yes it has been since the Lewis-Tyson match that I have paid attention to boxing, but today is striking. George Foreman? Seriously? He's fighting a man 20 years younger than him. Is the a repeat? Am I missing something in the fogginess of my condition? I just don't think it's possible that this is a current fight. HOWEVER, the possibility has me glued to the screen...

http://neo-neocon.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mommy-is-democrat-your-momma-wears.html

I've done over 1500 practice questions during my boards cram session. I also lull myself to sleep every night with the bibles of the illustrious words of the faculty (aka notes). I want a break. I need a break. The options are so bad on the tube that I can't subject myself to the mind-sucking. SO I write. Somehow, in the mix with the anxiety and disease dreams, I have been having recurrent dreams about my friend's friend. It's kinda fun actually. I like the variety. In my search of distraction, I set up a Facebook profile the other day. So far no one wants to be my friend. Oh, lonely facebook...
It's time like this that I want to rearrange furniture and shampoo the carpets.

Which Tim Burton character are you? Ed Wood Voted worst director of all time, but you sure look good in that sweater!

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If I had a heart attack, how long would it take for anyone to know?

Dude, I need an outlet. Otherwise, I need to come up with a caffeine replacement. I can't sleep, so I drink more caffeine. Unfortunately, the drug affects my body but my brain would still like to sleep. I get jittery but my head is numb.
My classmates have started to take the board exam. I have a couple of weeks, but I think I'm picking up on everyone's anxiety. My roommate is taking the test at this very moment. I could vomit.
All I want to do is truly get my mind off of medicine. The problem with that is that my day is spent trying to ensure positive evaluations at the vet hospital and my nights are for preparing for the day and studying for boards. In the car I listen to a list of swine diseases. I dream about anesthesia.
Since I was 8 years old, I have been trying to practice "relaxation techniques," but I obviously haven't mastered them. Instead of relaxation I seem to only be capable of resignation.

Relief is not recreational

elise, i got you message but i can't call you until i get out of the hospital. maybe this forum will work better?? What's the question?