The Veterinarian's Log

Sending patients home
It is then I realize this:
I CAN GO HOME SOON!

In non-haiku form (it's national haiku day today), I'm sending both of my inpatients home (the last one in an hour), so... I can go home after that! *shock* I still need to do a bit of cleaning, but not much, and a bit of packing, but also not much, and a bit of cat-catching (... much), but then!

HOME! FOR CHRISTMAS! YAY!



*eyes all the autumns* My only defense is they are pretty pretty dragons.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

We've spent the morning unwrapping stockings (with cozy socks!) and prezzies (a one-serving adorable teapot and a new terrarium for cat-proofed plants among the spoils), before a nummy breakfast of egg puffs, Christmas Cranberry braid (that I made! :D) and sausage. There has been watching of Planet Earth too, which we have decided is ubercool.

Also? My last post got tagged by a random person. By which I mean a person who, by self-definition, is a random tagger. *waves at random person*

So, other than my rather non-spectacular performance in Neurology?

All B's and two A's (Orthopedics, a total sleeper class, and Exotics Med, where I seriously kicked butt).

Also, the official Neurology grade is not in. Am hoping, probably futilely considering my inability to remember all things neurological (freshman neurology was an agonizing ordeal of hate), that I actually did better than what they said, because... um. I would have had to have gotten the exact same grade on both tests. Which. You know. Studying hard for a week and a half on the dang thing, I should get a better grade on the second, yes?

It's probably still a C-. But.

I can hope, right?

Also?

B's and A's. :D!!!

Why yes, I am moodswingy with grades. I like doing well. It is a thing.

Lalala went back in my transcript to see what, exactly, I got in freshman neurology (C), and saw that that was the v.v.v. bad quarter that had Cardio in (WAUGH). That was... not a fun three months. Nope.

Also, we went to Whole Foods today, the ginormous one that is roughly the size of a Costco (just more organic), and there was ooooohing and aaaaawing over tiny one-person tea kettles, and the tiny little saltcellers with their tiny little spoons. There was also drooling over the fancy chocolates, laughing at the ones named 'Tetons', and consumption of chocolate hazelnut ice cream (YUM).
I also finished the first of twelve Christmas ornaments (Twelve Days of Christmas theme) I've been working on - I'll need to pick up the pace if I'm going to get them done by Christmas. Probably won't happen. But it is awful cute.
We also iced the gingerbread cookies the other day - not the most professional job in the world, but it was fun.
Also, why do they not sell pasties and samosas with meat in here? Why? *misses them*


Last note: I would not think it a good idea for a OB:GYN to have a book titled "What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding" on your waiting-room table. Just sayin'.

So, this morning as I'm driving to class (omg, the rain, it be here) I'm listening to the radio jockeys talking about this little boy. He made a list for Santa, but instead of putting toys on his list, he wanted food. Now, he's not starving, or anything - single mom with another brother, but they're managing - he just wants something other than hamburger helper for Christmas.

So I was thinking, dear flist:
What things for Christmas do you want that aren't things, but experiences/time with family/etc?

If that makes sense outside my own head.



In other news:
Dear Orthopedics prof:
Plz to be respecting class time.
No love,
Me.

Dear Starbucks Dude:
No, really, it's okay that you put whipped cream on my mocha. It comes right off, see? You're making me feel bad for saying something. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't stealing someone else's morning cup of alertness. No, seriously. Stoppit.
Much love,
Me.

Dear Rain:
I know CA needs you. Even if rainy days aren't my favorite. So I promise not to whine too much.
Conditional love,
Me.

WEEK OF SOLID TESTS = OVER.

THANK GOODNESS.

Now, lists:

Things What Aren't on Amazon that Are Cool:
Mismatched Socks, for lo they are bright and cheerful. Someday I'll learn how to knit socks. If I ever finish this blanket. >.<
A firewire cord for my iPod. Because it is deader than a dead thing until I can juice it up.
Something I have heard of, but have not seen: Something that connects to all the lamps in the room so they can be turned on by remote. Good because I am forever fumbling in the dark.
A DVM degree.

Things I Have To DO This Weekend
Laundry
Walk Fozzie (x2)
Get non-jean pants for shadowing
SLEEP LOTS
Clean room
Clean bathroom
Sweep backyard
Plant things! :D
+/- Vacuum
Start studying for finals. *siiiiigh*

First, a meme stolen shamelessly from gilleweed
( The meme what I have stolen )

Well, sis is home now. We'll probably be decorating the tree tonight, which means I need to finish cookies! So, panforte, toffee, and fudge today. Hurrah!

Also, while passing the movie theater yesterday: They corrected the spelling of Will Smith's latest movie to read "The Pursuit of Happiness". Evidently incorrect spelling will not be stood for. *giggles*

Item 1: Cocoa is doing so well! Went into the shelter today for a couple hours (good thing too, slow-tech was on duty today, and she'd still be there if I hadn't come in), and saw that the stone was removed, and he's eating well now. He wagged his tail for me! *glee*

Item 2: We now officially have too many Christmas cookies/confections. There's the spiced thumbprints, the rocky road, the Christmas cresents, the peanut butter fudge, the avalanche bars, the hershey bon-bon thingys, the panforte, and some strange cookie-type thing that I'm not sure how to spell. Oh, and the fruitcake (oh, dear Lord, the fruitcake...). Too. Much. Food. Gonna have to do cardio and weights every single day to not gain weight. Bugger.

Item 3: I hope my mom gets her car back soon. Tired of being a chauffer.

Item 4: My charrie on Milliways is insane. She called Bigby the Ultimate Evil. And got away with it. Argh.