It's FRIDAY!!! Yea! I can't wait for 5:00. This was such a long week and I don't even feel like I've gotten anything accomplished. I taught on Wed. I can't tell you how glad I am that that is over. I realize that having teaching experience looks good on a CV, but I really think that I would be absolutely miserable if I had to do that everyday for my career. I have tons of respect for teachers. It's just not something I'm cut out for.
Somehow the vet students got into vet school not knowing how to take notes quickly. The write down every word you say. It's called abbreviations! My class ran over a full 10 minutes because they wrote so slow. I really wonder how some of those people made it through undergrad.
Yesterday was All College Day here at the vet school. So basically I just went to a bunch of functions and did absolutely no work whatsoever. Fun. Fun.
So this weekend will consist of me sleeping in and possibly some shopping. It would be fun to see what bands are playing this weekend. Maybe I'll check out the bar scene tonight. I'll see how I feel later.
Okay...so this just popped into my head because my feet are still sore from Wed. How in the heck do women wear dress shoes all day. I wore a flat pair of leather Clarks and my feet still hurt 2 days later. Maybe it's my high arches. But there are girl around here who wear 3 inch heels all day everyday. How is that possible? Can someone explain this to me?
Well, I'm going to wrap this up. Have a good weekend everyone!

Improvident--that is the lab's "Word of the Day" according to Cynthia who got it from Google. It means thoughtless or negligent. So here comes my vent. I'm having a bad week so far, so just bare with me for a moment. I am supposed to teach a class tomorrow morning at 8AM. FUN! (or not). I hate teaching. There is nothing I despise more than standing up in front of 72 vet students with a God complex and a professor who is a billion times smarter than I am and acting like I actually know what I'm talking about. My major professor informs me last Tuesday through another grad student (not directly through a conversation she's had with me) that I will be teaching the lecture I taught last fall next Wednesday. OK. No problem. Next week, Monday at 4pm (less than 2 days before I teach) she informs me that I will also be teaching another organism that I don't have a lecture for. I also need handouts for the students. Sure, I can handle it (I'm a pushover.). I work on it for most of the night last night. This morning around 10am. Phone call: you don't need to do the other organism lecture. Note: This is the day before I teach and I haven't worked on my handout because I was working on the other lecture. UGH! And she also wants a copy of the manuscript I haven't finished so she can proofread it while she's out of town. She will be getting the introduction. I feel like my whole experience as a grad student has been like this. My major professor has no time for me. I am always the last one to get a meeting if I get one at all. If I ever go crazy and decide I want a Ph.D I will be sure to do my homework first before I spend years of my life working for someone who forgets I exist. Ok. Thanks for listening. I feel much better now. *stepping off soapbox*

Here's Wynfrey and Delta!
Just thought I'd post a couple of pics of the "kids" that I took a few months ago and never posted. I've been spending a good chunk of the weekend organizing my pictures. So, I figured now is as good a time as any.

I've decided that my day just goes to darn fast to remember to keep up this blog. I look at it in my favorites folder everyday and briefly think..."I should really post something." There just aren't enough hours in the day. Things are going well on the homefront. The school year has started back up and it's hard to find a decent parking space again. I guess it would help if I actually showed up to work before 9AM. It's hard to get motivated to do that when you have a co-worker who doesn't come in until 11AM and leaves at 3 or 4PM after taking a 1 or 2 hour lunch break. I shouldn't let it bother me, but she's a real witch to me sometimes. I just don't like 2-faced people. You never know when they're going to stab you in the back. I try to deal with this person as little as possible.
Last weekend, Rich and I got to go out with CJ and the Pascos, Clayton and Sarah. So much fun. It doesn't matter how much time has passed, it feels like we're all back on the beach in Florida everytime we get together. I just love those guys!
Yesterday after work, Rich and I went to play 9 holes of golf. We did terrible. I lost 4 golf balls and Rich lost around 8. Now, I know that makes it sound like I did better than Rich, but the reason Rich lost so many is because he can hit the ball further than 5 feet. It's hard to lose the ball when you can watch it roll across the ground in front of you. It was fun anyway. After it was too dark to play anymore, Rich and I sat on the porch of the clubhouse and smoked a couple of cigars (yum!). A guy named Connie joined us. He used to coach a high school football team in Alabama, and he had some great stories. He'd spent one evening dicussing coaching strategies with Bear Bryant and some other great college coaches. We talked to him for a long time. At about 9:30pm we realized we needed to get something to eat, so we hit Taco Bell, of course. I love that stuff. I had the Nacho Crunch Grilled Stuft Burrito. I don't recommend it. There was nothing "Crunch" about it. The tortilla strips were soggy with whatever greasy sauce they poured over the top of it. Not cool.
We're supposed to go to T-town tomorrow and go to Wings. Yum-O! (to quote Rachel Ray...who is solely responsible for why we don't eat Hamburger Helper and fast food every night in this household.)
Well, that's about it for the Brandon homestead. Until next time...