Crafting!

So, I love Pinterest.  I've always liked doing arts and crafts, but Pinterest gives me lots and lots and lots of new ideas!  Plus, it's introduced me to all sorts of things that I'd never heard of and often gives you links that have step by step instructions.  So I've tried a few new projects I found through Pinterest, and I wanted to share them with you.  This is the first time I've done these, so the results are pretty rough.  I still have to figure out the nuances of each style. 

The first thing I tried was making my own ornaments.  This is the first batch, minus one that I messed up and threw away.  Sorry the picture is blurry.  After I took it my camera died and I was too impatient to charge it before taking another one.  Some of them lost their swirly pattern and ended up solid colored.

 

Here's a close up of one that I think turned out well.

Next, I tried out making etched glass designs and using alcohol ink to create a stained glass appearance.  For the etched glass, I didn't pick the right type of stencil so the design didn't turn out sharp and distinct like it should have.  I used all four sides to try out different designs and such. 

 And here's the alcohol ink one.

So there you have it!  Whenever I make things I really like, I'll probably add them to my Crafts With Christine page, so keep your eyes open!

Blogging Fail

I doubt anyone will even read this, but sorry I haven't posted anything in 10 years.  I have 2 weeks off for Christmas and New Years, so maybe something new will show up.  If nothing else, I plan on doing lots of crafts so I'll put some pictures up on my craft page.  Last night I made some ornaments.  They were only moderately successful, so tonight I'm going to try again.  I'll let you know how it goes.

Prigge Vs Finals

Until I come up with something new, here's an old cartoon I've decided to put up for your enjoyment.  I drew it for a friend during a late night finals study session at the library.  It was my prediction of how she was going to rock finals week and 3 particular tests.

 

Truth

You know you're a vet student when there's a super hot guy walking down the street and you turn your head to look at his dog.

Zinnia

Some "Art"

Here's some pictures I made with water colored pencils.  They aren't really great, but I would like to improve with this technique, as well as with other art forms.  I tend to have artistic spurts and do several pictures or drawings at once.  I want to do it more frequently though because I think I can get better.  I definitely need to work on shading/lighting and proportions (for example, I realize that the leg of the horse below is all shriveled looking).  Really, I'm only making this post because I had an awful day and I need a few more minutes of break time before I start studying.  Hopefully, as I make new things, I'll be putting them up.  Then you can all share in my progress as a "for fun" artist.  Anyway, here you go.

 

Yes, Hello Again

Hello again to my few followers.  I would like to say that I have something spectacular for you, but I do not.  However, I just wanted to let you know that it is likely that I will possibly return in the near future.  Clinics have been draining my creative energy, and Anesthesia has now begun to suck out my very soul, but I think I'll put up some of my crappy art soon.

I hope you are all having a good day though!

Here's a pretty picture that really has no special meaning for me.

The Secret Deals of Animals

All of our household animals have their own quirks.  Until now, I thought they were just that.  But it seems to me that there are some strange coincidences.  Here's what I think is going on.

Danger loves shoes, so he makes a deal with Shawnee.

Shawnee pretends to be obsessed with bringing a different shoe to every person she meets.

Thus, she is able to establish a hoard of footwear in the living room.  Danger promptly takes full advantage.

Now, I have yet to figure out exactly what Shawnee receives in return.  Possibly Danger shares his tuna knowing that his canine friend is not allowed people food.

Whatever the trade, it's clear that there is more going on with our pets than we could ever know.

Emergency Duty

Well, I'm the surgery student on the emergency shift tonight.  It's an 8 hour shift; I get off at midnight.  It's a complicated sort of feeling to be on duty.  A person can get really bored in 8 hours, so it would be nice to have something to do.  But on the other hand, I don't actually want an emergency to come in lest I get stuck here til 3 in the morning like last time.  But then again, it would be cool to see an emergency just to be able to get to help with the case.  On the flip side, I don't really know what I'm doing, so I always feel like I'm more of a hindrance than anything.  So basically, I'm indecisive.  I can never decide whether I actually like emergency or not.  Are we surprised?  No, we are not.

In my boredom, I think I'll draw.

Here you go:

The next morning:

Ok, well scratch that.  I wrote the part above around 10 pm last night.  Then I stopped to draw you some pictures and do treatments on the animals in the hospital and what happened?  An emergency happened.  At 11:30 no less.  I was so close to being done for the night.  But no worries, I was at least done and at home by 1:00 am.  I think I jinxed myself by starting to write this post.  So, you'll have to wait a little longer for something with pictures.

Ortho

Here's a taste of my daily life in clinics.  Ignore the ill proportioned drawings.

In surgery:

On emergency duty (which ends at midnight):

Just everyday in general:

Catch Up

So I know it's been awhile since I've put up a new post.  I was trying to emulate the good kids who actually study and stuff...not quite sure it paid off.  Anyway, here's what you missed these last two months:

I took a trip with my boyfriend over Spring Break to Gettysburg and to Washington DC where my older sister lives.

 

I spent some time working with a mixed animal vet.  It mostly involved cows which have an annoying habit of whipping poop in your face.

I was given a shiny white coat to symbolize the end of my education in the classroom and my transition into a year of clinics.  I looked very professional...

...and I promptly got lipstick on my bright new sleeve.

I cut 10 inches off my hair and sent it to Locks of Love.  AND my hair is thick enough that they were able to get TWO ponytails out of it

I took the last finals OF MY LIFE!!!! 

Well, that's about it!  You're all caught up.  Clinics begin on Monday, and I start out on my Orthopedic Surgery rotation.  How do I feel about it?

Creativity...

...is waning. 

Thoughts On Photography

I'm bored in class.  It's true.  I admit that I'm not paying one bit of attention.  Will this come back to bite me in the butt?  Obviously. 

I tried to think of something funny to draw, but my creativity is gone.  I tried to think of something not so funny to draw, but I'm too lazy to try to make something that's actually good.  Thus, I started Stumbling.  I came across a website full of old black and white pictures of people and things on city streets.  Then I got to thinking.  Well I've thought this before, but this time I thought that I would put what I was thinking on Merp so that you can think about it...because I'm bored...in class...not paying attention...

So here's what I think:

While digital cameras are great and all (very easy to use, efficient, less expensive than having pictures developed), I feel that they take away from what's so special about photos.  Pictures used to be treasured and unique because you were lucky enough to catch that one moment that vanished in a millisecond.  Now you can just put your camera on the action setting and get a sequence of a dozen pictures of the one event.  You can store thousands of pictures on your computer and flip through them and delete them anytime you want. It's just not as special when you have a hundred pictures of one evening.  Personally, I prefer the old photo album or shoebox full of one of a kind pictures that you treasure and take special care of.  I like looking through each and every one, taking my time to go through them and reminisce. I especially love old yellowed photos of my parents and grandparents, like the one that Mom says is a picture of my grade school aged grandma with her pet chicken. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm just a snap-happy as anyone.  Just check out my Facebook page and you'll find more pictures of me and my friends from the same night out at a bar than you'd ever care to see.  So many that you'll just fly through them because they're all pretty much the same as the last.  But it's at least nice when I pick out just a couple pictures to actually print out and save.  Many of you probably don't agree with me, but then, I've always tended toward excessive nostalgia. 

My Hero!!

And all was right with the world once more....

The Secret Evil of Snow

    Well, it's snowing.  Snowing!  I'm really rather pissed off. It's the middle of March!  There should be crocuses and tulips coming up.  There are flowers at home, and there's cherry blossoms in DC.  But here?  Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow.  If this were happening back in January, I'd be all for it, but as it stands, I have a bone to pick with Mother Nature.  I've been furiously glaring out the window to no avail.  It just keeps coming!  Actually, I blame it on us humans for causing Climate Change.  The snow even has the audacity to annoy my roommates by forcing me to rant and rave!  Plus, the snow is forcing me to blog instead of study, thereby ruining my veterinary education!  Oh, this is a devilish snow! 

 

If Humans Were Production Animals

    Let me start out by saying that I have nothing against using animals as a source of food and fiber.  I have a lot of respect for all the farmers who work hard to produce meat for us to buy and materials for our clothes.

   Now, that being said, I find it funny to think what it would be like if we used humans to produce these things.  What started me on this train of thought?
1. This new breast milk ice cream thing they've got going on in London (really weird in my opinion)
2. Studying for my Production Medicine exam. I learned that one ram is capable of breeding 30-40 ewes. 

What if we used human men that way?

And then after all the women had their babies, we'd be able to collect milk from them.

And one thing everyone has naturally is hair, so just think about all the awesome new fabrics we could create!

So if for some reason, all the animals were to die, I guess we have ourselves as back up.  :)

Hair: The Story of Your Life

    A conversation with one of my froommates the other day got me to thinking about hair.  As a girl with long hair, I realized that it tells the story of the last couple years of my life.  I guess I already knew this, what with drug tests being able to use hair samples to see how long ago you used and all, but I had never really pondered it before.  With the exception of a couple trims here and there, I haven't had a drastic hair cut in at least 2 and a half years.  That got me to thinking.  While some of my hair has been on a road trip that encompassed 11 states, some of it has never left Kansas.    The ends of my hair had a different boyfriend than my roots do.  Some of my hair has never been swimming, or experienced summer, or been in a fancy up-do.  Just something to think about.

A Boy's Guide to Girls

    At my boyfriend's request, I am making a list of relationship tips for guys.  Some of these apply to first dates, some to an established relationship.  These tips won't work for all girls (I'm basing this off of myself only), but the majority will appreciate them, and you at least won't get slapped if going by these rules.  This is for if you want to find someone to actually date.  If you just want to get laid, you're on your own.  I won't assist you in that endeavor. 

- DO come to her front door when picking her up.
- DO walk her to her door when dropping her off (at least initially).
- DO open doors for her.
      Opening car doors is extra nice, but not necessary.
- DO hold her hand.
- DO call her parents Mister and Missus unless they tell you otherwise.
- DO let her cry.
       If you don't have anything to say, or just don't know what the heck is going on,
       just hold her.
- DO pay for everything on the first date; later dates are negotiable.
       If you would like her to start helping pay, talk about it.
      -DON'T just start buying a single movie ticket.
- At a bar, DO offer her a nice and APPROPRIATE compliment, politely introduce
       yourself, and TALK to her.
     - DON'T come up behind her and start grinding.
- DO hold off on political, religious, or philosophical debates until you know your
       relationship is stable enough to handle differences of opinion.
- DO at least buy her a card for Valentine's Day (even if "you're not a romantic").
       It wouldn't hurt to throw in some flowers.
- DO think about what you wear. This is tricky.  Don't pretend to be someone
       you're not, but dress appropriately.  If you're asking out a goth girl, it's
       probably ok to wear your eyeliner on the first date.
- DO be as polite as possible when farting or burping.  It's natural.  It's going to
       happen, but you don't have to be disgusting.
      -DON'T tease her for her farts or burps.  She can't help it either. 
- DO give her a chance to talk about herself, even if she's shy.
      -DON'T just jump in and talk about yourself all night. 

- DON'T kiss her on the first date.
       If you must, DON'T use tongue.
- DON'T forget her birthday.
- DON'T tell any racist, sexist, or otherwise politically incorrect jokes.
- Unless she mentions the Green Lantern or Sailor Moon, DON'T give her the
       details of your comic book or anime collection until a later date.
-DON'T talk about sports the whole time.
       Even athletic, sports loving girls have other interests.


    Above all else, stay calm and be yourself.  If she doesn't like you for who you are, then you're not meant to be.  Don't take offense if you don't get a second date.  It doesn't mean anything is wrong with you; it may just mean that particular girl isn't a good match for you.  If you don't get a second date because you acted like a tool, then reevaluate your strategy.