Please come to Denver to see the snow fall...move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found... Please come to Denver...

Anxiety...according to the dictionary it means....Emotional distress, especially that brought on by fear of failure. The story of my life :/

Dead week was just that...DEAD! I personally need the hectic schedule that so many of you dread. I had a meeting with one of my professors...I was told that if I didn't make a meeting with him in the next day that he would hunt me down and drag me in. First off, never, never enter the Animal Science building you are cornered and forced to have meetings, explain things, and asked to take on tasks. Anyways its a long story, but Kaysen is a great guy and is going to help me out a great deal. Last executive meeting of the year, Ag Ambassadors Newbie Potluck...you are reading a blog by the Spoons Champion, 2 years running, then the boredom sets in. Sunday I worked and Zach and I went up to Wyoming and Foothill and fed cows.

Monday- turned in my Stats final-ended up with a C on it--I think I got screwed, nuts and bolts. Ended up with a B in the class. Then I had my Range final-since I had an A in the class I was able to opt out of taking it and get an A in the class. Tuesday- HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM:) Grammy survived her surgery and has made it back home. Wednesday morning met me with an interview with Kraft about an internship as a production supervisor. It also meant Anatomy and Physiology final-I still have not gotten my grades for the final or for the class. Dr. Ames is supposed to email me when he is finished tallying the grades. Here begins the most anxiety as if I hadn't had enough by this point. Thursday- REPRODUCTION...two questions, 100 points a piece, God have mercy on me! I stayed after class to talk to Peel about my last test for my own benefit, got a few points back on it, and then he graded my final.....anxiety, I think I need to throw up....I got a C on my final and I am pretty sure I ended up with a B in the class. I really, really, really didn't want a B but I guess I have to settle, which isn't me at all. I am very upset, its hard having a professor know that you should have an A, has faith in you and the like but you just can't seem to catch a break. I then headed off to work where Zach and I traveled back up to Wyoming where we got wind burnt, I got the dully buried and had to chase two heifers that didn't understand they should follow all the 148 other cows and tried to go down the fence line. I came home and chilled till I met Nicole, not my roommate from last year, at Roadhouse for dinner. Then I had to wake up at 6 am this morning. I had to be at work at 7 to haul cows to the livestock auction by 9-10 am. We made two trips, 4 trailers and got all of the cows there on time. Then Ryan, aka: Big Ern, and I headed to Foothills to make sure water was flowing and to drop off a mineral tub. Hung out in the Feedlot office for a while and then headed home. I don't think I will be updating for a while. I am working tomorrow, Luke's graduation party at Farmhouse 12-3, then I have to work at graduation at 6:15, Sunday skiing with Matt, work Monday, skiing Tuesday with Nicole, pack up and then Zach is taking me to the airport at 6:30 on Wednesday morning. Thursday and Friday I will be doing recruitments for CSU at GHS and CHS. Heading down to Columbus with Dad to get boots at Rods. Saturday-HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL DAVIES AND MATT HERRINGTON! Possibly helping Mr. Kashmere band birds at the cabin. Sunday-Oberhauser Christmas at Moms. I will try and update while I am back in Ohio, but I will be back in Colorado on the 6th and have plenty of time to update then.

The title to this blog is kinda how I have been feeling lately, especially after listening to this song on the way to Foothills this morning.
Please Come to Boston, Kenny Chesney:
Please come to Boston
For the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends
And they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said no, boy you come home to me

Chorus:
(And) She said, hey ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down
(Boston, Denver, L.A.) ain't your kind of town
There ain't no gold
And there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee

Please come to Denver
To see the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains
So far we can't be found
And throw I love you echos
Down the canyons
And then lie awake at night
Until they come back around
Please come to Denver
She said no boy you come home to me

Now that drifter's world
Goes round and round
And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams
He's lost or found
And all that I ain't got
I need somebody I can cling to
Somebody he can sing to

He said please come to L.A.
To live forever
A California life alone
Is just too hard to build
I live in a house that
Looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars
That fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to L.A.
I just said no
Boy, you come home to me

I'm the number one fan
of the man from Tennesse