Postcards and Eye Candy

First off I have a postcard to show y'all! I got my postcard a few days ago from the lovely Hazel over at Pablo's Angel. And it totally makes me want to just hop on a plane for a vacay. If only I had money and time. If only.

So, now, to officially announce the next sender of postcards for April! It will be the lovely Lyndylou over at The Giggle Fest!!

Now, onto the eye candy.

Many vet clinics open their arms to senior vet students, which allows the vet students little time to gain some experience in the real world. The clinic I work for is such a clinic. A couple weeks ago, Dr. J brought over to the Sticksville clinic a young lady (and no, she's not the eye candy), who was very nice. Dr. J asked me to take her to lunch, so we went to one of the two restaurants in town (the faster one) for a burger. She could be a good candidate for a hire, as her fiance grew up about an hour west of here and really doesn't want to leave.

This week, Dr. J brought another vet student - the eye candy. He was a very nice guy, seems knowledgeable and had a good sense of humor. Which was good considering Dr. J must have slipped something into his coffee because he was on a roll. All day long.

I had two kitties knocked out by the time they got to the clinic, and Dr. J had Mr. Eye Candy do a couple kitty neuters and a kitty spay. The spay took him a total of 45 minutes. I knew he wouldn't be fast, considering he's on the large animal track and therefore doesn't practice much on the fluffy things. Like cats. But the cat survived, and we moved on.

It too me until noon to figure out who this guy looked like, because I had this nagging feeling he looked vaguely familiar, even though I'd never laid eyes on him before. At noon, it hit me. Took all I had not to go "AHA!!!" out loud. Because that would have been, you know, embarrassing.

Anyhow, just after lunch I posted my status on Facebook as this:

"The senior vet student that's here this week from UC Davis? Cuuuute. lol" 

Well, someone commented that I should "nonchalantly take his picture". Several people agreed, and I was left with the conundrum of slyly taking a picture of this guy in all his 6'2"-ness. My mother asked when I was bringing him home to meet the parents. I asked if this weekend was too soon. (note: in reality, he's not meeting my parents, and after today, I'm pretty sure he'll be back in Davis soon and I'll never see Mr. Cutie again.)

So, I slyly took a picture. Although, I'm not sure how sly I was, but no one said anything, so I'll just continue to think that I actually got away with it.

  Comments were as followed:

 The last comment was from my mother. Probably got a good laugh over all of it. I sure as hell did!

I slyly snapped another picture a little bit later, but no comments on it. lol

 I thought he resembled Ben Affleck. Now, I'm not a huge Ben fan, but the man is nothing to sneeze at. This guy just made the work day a wee bit easier. hehe. ;o)

I left work, went to dinner at my grandparents house, and shortly thereafter was helping them get a cow to the barn as her labor hadn't progressed in an hour. We pulled a calf - all 90 pounds of it! - and it's alive and well with it's mama in the barn. It's no wonder mama had a tough labor. eek! (sorry it was too dark in the barn for a picture and I didn't want to disturb bonding by using flash, otherwise I'd totally have a picture for y'all).