A reproductive day...

Disclaimer: if you find the animal reproductive system offensive in any way, you may not want to continue reading.

So on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have two classes in the same classroom. Well just yesterday I was in my animal science class and my teacher was talking about the male reproductive system in the bull. Well he was talking about how over the years due to natural selection, the scrotum has developed a seperation causing the testes to become seperate as well. So he drew us a picture on the whiteboard to show us what he was talking about. Later that day, I went to my class and proceeded to give my presentation on agricultural biotechnology. Right in the middle of presenting to the class, I glance at the board and see a scrotum staring back at me. This causes me to giggle inside and lose my train of thought. After I presented I sat back down and my friend asked me why I got so flustered. This is how our conversation went...

"Why did you get so flustered? Thats not like you."
"Do you know what that picture is of on the board?"
"No, but I have been trying to figure it out."
"Well its a scrotum."
".....yep that'll do it to ya"

And yes, a picture of a bull's scrotum would probably fluster you too.

Motherly Energy?

So I just got done babysitting our neighbor's 1 1/2 year old little boy. He's the cutest thing but man, does he have tons of energy. All I have to say is that I hope when you have a baby, energy is something that comes along with motherly instinct. Because I'm pooped!

Moose

Bad news. Moosie Goosie gets cut on Monday. Wish the poor little guy luck.

An extension of yesterday...

So today my post is an extension of yesterday. This morning I had to give a presentation in class. I gave my presentation (it was excellent I must add) and then sat down. As soon as I sat down, I heard some whispering and giggling behind me. Two girls started to comment how small I was and how bad it must suck and they went on and on and on. Let me tell eveyone who is reading this...I'm short, NOT DEAF!! I was getting so upset that I turned around and gave them a polite smile. Yeah, I'm quite certain that they felt like retards so that was a plus.

Yes, I'm married and yes, you're an idiot

One more thing. I hate it when people find out I am married and can't believe it. I usually get something to the effect of...no, you're way too young to be married. Or no, you LOOK way too young to be married. And I want to reply something like this...Thank you for your concern, but I'm at a legal age to be married. You may think that 19 is too young to be married but I can guarantee that I'm more mature than you. And just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm 12. So please stop jumping to conclusions and mind your own business.

I think I'm done venting for the day. Maybe...

Thank you Captain Obvious!

So I have often wondered why people always have to point out how short I am. I love it when people say wow you're short. Most of the time I just want to yell at them and say something to the effect of....WOW! Thank you Captain Obvious! I not like I haven't looked in the mirror for the last 20 years!

So, if anyone is reading this that has ever pointed out how short I am, I just want to say to you...yes, I know I am short. Yes, it makes me mad when you point it out. And yes, if you say it again, I will probably blow up at you.

That's all.

Giving up the blog?

I've been contemplating deleting my blog. I've become another cliche. It's like some unwritten rule that once you get married you need to start a blog. And I really don't want to be another cliche. Plus I don't really have much to write about. And I'm not really that interesting to tell you the truth. Let me know your thoughts.

College is overrated

So I just got done taking one out of three tests today. How did it go? Well let me tell you.

On Monday I woke up with a cold. It has slowly gotten worse. So, every night I would sit down to study and fall asleep only half an hour later out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I didn't get any studying done. Last night in a sorry attempt to make up for lost studying time, I tried to cram. It didn't work. So I decided to at least go to bed early so I would at least be rested. Well I spent all night coughing so I didn't even get any sleep.

I sat down to take my last test in my greenhouse production class. There was absolutely NOTHING going on inside my head. I couldn't even comprehend what the question was asking. And that was the multiple choice and true and false questions. Don't even ask how the short essay questions went. I couldn't even think up of anything to b.s. my way out of those ones.

I am now off to take my animal science test. This is the first test of the semester and my 87 year old professor is calling it a 'midterm.' Yeah, I think alzheimers has set in for the poor guy. I don't even want to know what his test questions are like seeing as how his quiz questions don't even ask for a general knowledge about the information. Instead of 'Explain the importance of lactation' he asks 'What is the fat percentage in the milk of the yak.' So I am certain that this test won't go well either.

But I will look at the bright side, it is sunny and warm outside. And I brought "My Little Pony" fruit snacks for lunch. I may fail the tests, but I'll still have my deliciously fruity snacks to eat outside in the sunshine.