Get out!

Why aren’t these benches full? Why don’t people congregate outside during breaks? Why choose to be spend your free time indoors when you are forced to be inside the rest of the day? Eh. At least I enjoyed my lunch break. 🙂

Day made!

This is something Dustin drew/wrote in one of my notebooks while I was home over the weekend. I found it this morning as I was taking notes for my anatomy class… It pretty much made my day!


There is something about Mexican sodas that make me feel at home. Same thing with Mexican chips and candies. They’re the things I’ve loved since I was little. They’re things that I used to be able to have only when I was in Mexico. Now, they sell them here and it makes me happy.

Daisy daisy, up with the morning dew

At 6AM, while most people are sleeping, I am outside walking Canelo Dog. The only things I hear are the jingling of Canelo’s tags, the sound of his nails against the concrete sidewalk, my own footsteps, the chirping of the birds, and the obnoxious train, which is just as loud in the wee hours of the morning as it is throughout the entire day. Everybody else is still in bed (at least everyone who lives in my apartment complex). I always feel that Canelo and I are the first to emerge into each and every weekday. With 8 o’clock classes Monday through Friday, we can’t help it. We even wake up before the sun does! How unnatural is that?!

I don’t enjoy winter mornings too much. They’re actually quite miserable. Remind me to enjoy spring mornings when they get here and remind me to take pictures of spring mornings so that I can compare them to this mess of a picture.

When I’d rather be in bed.

Shelter from the storm?

I promise that when the weather is nicer, not as cold and miserable, I will be more willing to whip my (phone) camera out and take pictures of the beautiful outdoors. For now, photos that I take at home will have to do.

This morning’s weather was simply awful. I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off because Canelo Dog was trying to hide under the bed, which could only mean one thing… Thunderstorms. I rolled out of bed, put a jacket on, put my rainboots on, dressed Canelo in his rain jacket, strapped him into his harness, grabbed an umbrella and out we went. I knew that if there was any hope for me to get him outside to take care of his business, I had to try immediately. The longer I wait, the more anxious he becomes, and the less willing he is to go outside. Since I wouldn’t be home until after five, I just HAD to get him to go.

He did well, did what he had to do and came right back inside, straight to my closet. Before leaving to grab the bus to school, I went into the closet to check on him. That’s this photo.

Pretty clothes = safety?

Canelo had it good, nice and comfy, albeit scared, in my closet. I left to stand out on the sidewalk and wait for the bus. It was merely drizzling at this point, but I could hear the thunder in the distance. By the time the bus made its way around the route and onto campus, the storm was right on us. I had to get off the bus and make my way about a block and a half to the next bus stop, so that I could ride to the vet school. My raincoat and umbrella were no match for the weather monster. It was raining so heavily and the wind was blowing it on me from all directions. It took about fifteen seconds of walking in that rain for me to be entirely soaked from head to ankle. Had it not been for my rainboots, I may as well have jumped in a large body of water. That’s how drenched I was. My socks stayed dry, though, and when I made it to campus, I changed into a set of scrubs that I had been keeping in my locker.

What a morning!

Daisy Cooks!

I have a pantry full of cooking goods because, at twenty-seven, I have finally decided to give cooking a try. I have sort of been forced to do so since I don’t have anyone who will make delicious food for me anymore and since I’m trying to stick to a vegan diet. This is good, though. Also, I am aware that there is a “Daisy Martinez” who is famous for her culinary skills… Whatev. Bet she can’t rock physical exams on animals like I can! Boom!

What the hell is stone ground mustard?

A gorgeous day could not go to waste

Midway through today, I became aggravated because I was well aware that the weather outside was perfect, yet I was stuck inside studying. It kinda ticked me off. A few minutes later, I was packing my books and pens in a bag, calling Canelo to get leashed up, and heading out the door to go to study at the park. It was just what I needed.

Here’s Canelo Dog, my awesome companion, chilling underneath the picnic table that I was studying at. He enjoyed the weather too, I feel. It was perfect.

My boy.