Running on Empty

Okay, another weekend of doing too much and not getting even half of the things I wanted to done. I did:
-Drive up to Sterling and pick up Shaggy the ball python (a 4+ hour drive, total, for a goddamn snake)
-Got Shaggy all set up and also re-did Spot's tank because I felt bad he was getting less attention
-Cleaned the other two tanks in the house, and boy did they need it!
-Won all 4 games during bowling league! Yay!

What I didn't do:
-any of my cell reading, at which I am already 3 weeks behind
-any cancer bio review
-my lab report for chemistry
-my cell lab presentation for our independent projects
-the mandatory tractor training at the rescue
-ride Kahlua, again at the rescue and who I said I would ride at least 2x/wk and haven't ridden yet
-get Shaggy to her actual new home in Boulder and all set up there
-write something for writing group
-sleep at least 8 hours or nap to make it 8 hours of sleep per day

Today, we're getting ready to go to a financial workshop in South Denver. My parent's financial adviser had offered to give us a free 20 minute phone consultation as a favor to them even though he doesn't take on clients with less than $500,000 to invest (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, yeah, right!). I guess he started thinking about all his clients with children in their 20s inspired him to hold a free workshop to get us started in smart investing. So, it'll be a great opportunity to learn about our investment options for when we do have money to invest in things and I feel a bit obligated to go since he set it up to avoid doing multiple phone consultations!

It just means I won't get anything else done today, either.

Crap.

Gah! People, hold your horses!

Crazy week, full of decision I don't want to make.

I'll probably update more on my sister's inability to get home to Oz and such later, but for the moment, I'm thinking happily about the cutest stunted little sickly underfed mangy 2 year old filly known to man. Someone saved her off a kill lot about a month ago- they went to pick up a mule they'd bought at the auction and this little girl was so attached that it broke their hearts to take away her friend and leave her to die. So, she's with us now, in a REAL quarantine pen (not just in the incoming owner-surrendered horse "quarantine"). Everyone thought she couldn't be more than a yearling she's so little, I'll try to snap a picture to show you what I mean, but the vet's both guessed closer to 2 and a half based on her teeth! Apparently she's registered, papers from the QH world are on there way, but she slipped through the cracks somewhere...

So, I'm figuring out what to do with a 2 year old. She's sweet as can be, easy going, and clearly had been handled a lot in the past- she got right in the trailer, stands for the farrier, and lets you touch her all over, ears and everything! The negative side of that is it appears she's already been ridden- she has what appear to be saddle sores and her back is a bit swollen. Another volunteer who has experience with young horses is going to see what she can do with her, and I'll probably join the BM in haltering her, grooming her, enforcing some basics on the ground, etc on occasion just to up her human contact. She's gained enough weight in the past few weeks to look like a real horse again, and her coat's coming back in nicely. She really is a nicely put together horse with the sweetest face you've ever seen. I bet once she catches up with her growth, she'll adopt out quickly to a great home!

So, off to pick my mom up at the airport... more on that later. For now, just keep picturing the adorable little filly getting a grand new life with enough food to let her grow up big and strong and all the medical care she needs to feel better!

Snowing snowing snowing...

It's a beautiful day to stay indoors!

I should be on campus by now, as my first class started 6 minutes ago. But, it's cold. -13 F, to be exact, and we're supposedly getting about 2"/hr of snowfall. Combined with some rare fog and our charming high winds, that means limited visibility, snow-packed highways, and trucks pulling other trucks out of ditches. This is the weather that gives my commute the reputation of most head-on collisions per mile in the state, although I don't honestly know if that's true. I have seen a couple every winter, though, and I sure haven't seen many anywhere else!

So my car can stay put a little while longer.

I hear it's not nearly as bad in Boulder right now, but I really hate driving during rush-hour when the weather's like this. Actually, 93 has one major advantage in bad weather: It's reputation scares all the non-local drivers away! So it's usually just other daily drivers who know how to drive in the snow and are in AWD cars with good snow tires.

Got to brave it sometime, though. Probably pretty soon, I think the winds are dying down...

Stem Cells- The Better of Two Bad Odds

It's one of those 'controversies' that makes me bang my head against the wall: Why are we NOT researching stem cells? This article does a great job at defining where embryonic stem-cells come from, although it shies away from emphasizing why they're important and instead notes that other companies have used adult stem cells instead. Adult stem cells can be 'pluripotent,' meaning they are able to produce multiple kinds of cells within the tissue they are a part of, but embryonic cells are 'totipotent,' meaning they can turn into any kind of cell within the entire body. Also, stem cells in adult tissue are sparse, especially in the nervous system, leading to the origional beliefs that after a point your brain can't regenerate itself (not true! It just takes a damned long time because there are so few stem cells there). So, the idea is to take totipotent stem cells and make them pluripotent neuron stem cells, then inject a whole bunch of them into the area needing to regenerate. Since adult stem cells do not replicate themselves- when they divide they create one stem cell and one differentiated cell- it's a lot harder to produce more of them. There are just so many things we might be able to successfully treat that we can't imagine another treatment for- like spinal cord injuries- using stem cells.

The only real medical concern I've heard voiced (although I'm sure there are many more that I haven't heard yet) is in regards to cancer. A leading theory on cancer is that it origionates as a mutation in the stem line of the tissue, so increasing the number of stem cells in any type of tissue would increase the odds of a mutation occuring in one of them and thus increase the odds of getting cancer. Still, which would you rather have: the inability to use the lower half of your body and a nearly 50% chance of getting cancer (which is the going rate here in the U.S.), or greatly increased mobility and the potential for an increased risk of getting cancer, maybe something like 70%?

More research is needed, so let's fund it and get started catching up with Asia in terms of medical advances!

Friends and Men

I have this horrible habit of setting up all my single friends with people I've barely met, but luckily this madness stays safely tucked in my mind and spares my reality.

Classes are going. Cell will actually require that I read the textbook before and after lecture, mainly because I can't seem to follow the professor's train of thought and his power points are pretty useless. Bio of Cancer is awesome, and the professor's great. He's very... S. American. Jeans just tight enough to prove he has an ass, and the inability to pronounce "heritability." Chem and both of my labs seem like they won't be too different from in the past, although cell lab might be pretty interesting and will definitely take up more time than genetics lab did.

I've been riding a fun horse lately. He was nearly choked to death with a cribbing collar (which landed him here) but he clearly has a ton of nice training and he's a really lovely horse, two years and lots of horse cookies later. He's hard to get a bridle on, for obvious reasons, but under saddle he's a complete joy. Clearly trained through 1st level dressage, we'll see what else as he gets back into shape. We walked over some poles during out cool-out chill time yesterday and he perked up and picked up his feet like a pro. He just seems to thrive on mental stimulation- he tosses his head like crazy on the long side unless you ask him to extend or collect, or throw in a lot of 10 and 15 meter circles or practice counter-bending. Then he's golden. He hasn't been ridden much since he came, so I'm trying to go really slow- limited trot, mainly walking patterns and doing transitions, canter a half way around each direction just for the transition.

Good times.

New haircut!

I'm getting used to the 'sweeping bangs' and so far really enjoying the cut. Helmet hair, however, is significantly amplified with all these layers!

Skiing yesterday was a blast, as usual, in spite of high winds and below-freezing temperatures. No lift lines anywhere but the base, and smooth packed-powder on all the more protected runs. Anything above treeline or otherwise exposed was a sheet of ice, but that's really to be expected. Stephen had a mighty fine crash doing some moguls, making me very glad to have doctor's orders not to do any bumps! He had a line, then apparently saw another one he liked better and tried to get over, caught an edge, flipped around and smacked down face-first. Poor Stephen!

We may not know who the fellow on the right is, but it was a wonderful New Year's Eve spent amongst just about everyone I've ever known in Boulder (thank you, Catacombs, and your magnetic tug to people who worked at the bookstore, rode at my barn, went to Boulder High, and lived with me at the Farmhouse! You managed to wrangle quite a selection!)