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NtDawg
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Name: Nathan
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Metro: Fort Collins
Birthday: 4/16/1978
Gender: Male
Interests: wushu, boarding, surfing, water sports, food, magazines, vet school IM sports, stocks, books that catch my attention w/in the first 100 pages, and cheap plane tickets home
Expertise: chillin' at the beach, procrastinatin', knee injurin', diagnosin' immune mediated hemolytic anemias in dogs, bad time management decision makin', and cookin' but no bakin' (or bacon for that matter)
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  ntdawg
Member Since:
3/19/2003
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| My sister forwarded me an article from Money Magazine listing the best cities to live in the US. Now, I would not normally presume that my opinion means enough for anyone to consult me on publishable matters but I've spent a total of 14 years in two of the top tens - #2 Fort Collins, CO and #4 Irvine, CA. They missed the boat. Don't get me wrong, they're not bad places - good jobs, skinny people, nice homes, short commutes, etc. But if there were a NateMoTong survey on the subject you could probably tell by my absolute refusal to ever live in those places again that these two cities would not garner much praise in my Mo-Money-Mo-Problems Magazine article. | | |
| Short entry. Just got back from a week long trip to Baja. Rode some big ones. Ate lots of beans. Got sunburnt. Didn't shower for 6 days. Banged my head on the surfboard and now my neck hurts. I'm taking two Advil every two hours. Gastric perforation? Yes, I've considered the possibility.
Our mascot.
Campsite on the cliffs at Cuatros Casas
Our tents.
Southwards from camp.
The sets roll in.
Big, tall Dave rides 'em.
This is why you ask someone to apply sunscreen to your back Brian. Ouch.
If you ever wondered what happens when you set a dried yucca plant on fire, here you go. A flaming pineapple.
To summarize: ocean, surf, sun, beer = most relaxing week in a long time. Also to summarize, lots of beans = lots of trips to magic bano.
Then, this morning, over 15,000 people ran by my apartment between the hours of 6:30am and 8:00am. This is not the normal amount of foot traffic in my neighborhood, it was the annual Rock and Roll Marathon.
The view from my window before my first cup of coffee.
Looking north on 6th Ave after my first cup of coffee and after I put on some pants so I could walk downstairs. Even still, the runners looked at me with disgust and pity as they ran by. Maybe it was the plate sized bear claw donut that I was shovelling down my gullet at the moment. | | |
| Five years have gone by way too fast. I'll miss you guys--you made it more than worthwhile, you made my life richer.
Pics from graduation and post-graduation festivities below. Docs it'll all be on the DVD.
Bill and I giving Japanese tourist chicks a run for their yen. We have both accepted positions as guest coaches on next season's Japan's Next Top Model.
My roomate and classmate for the last 4 years, Dr. R0m@n. He is the reason I now eat mayo. Four years of seeing that stuff in the refrigerator...I got curious.
Funny hats huh? They reminded me of either Star Trek or the bad guy in the Strawberry Shortcake cartoons. I've spent the last two weeks racking my brain as to what the name of that guy was. Can anyone help me out?
Here's the resulting hat-head:
Dr. Br3nt--soon headed for a trip to Europe. He's bringing me back a souvenir from Amsterdam. But I hope he won't have to swallow the baggie, eliminate it and then wash it off before delivering it.
Dr. Su5@nn3--the first person I met in my freshman cube and my anatomy partner. Anatomy partners share a cadaver, not each other's anatomy.
Dr. K3lly. He looks right at home in his regalia doesn't he? Shakespearean really.
Dr. R3yn. He's so Hawaiian, he sprouted a lei from his hairline.
A few of the crew. Hey look, I finally got leid. God, it's been so long.
The family. Long trek for them to make it here. My 91 year old grandma made it too (Mom's mom). Pretty amazing lady. First woman in her family to go to university and the first not to have her feet bound. Nevertheless, she has small feet. I do too. Size 6.5.
Dr. Just1n and his wife Emily who smooooooked me in the Horsetooth Half Marathon last month.
My girl K-Flo. On to great great things in Redbank, New Jersey.
My girl L1sa, who you may recognize from last Halloween's pics--she's the sexy blonde playmate, oh wait...
R3yn again. This time the Hawaiian flora has consumed his cranial thorax and is slowly elongating his neck like this lady...
Br1@n. We're headed to Mexico at the end of May for lots of surfing, fresh fish, and Pacifico's.
B1lly again. He's getting married this weekend. Big goings on for the man this year.
Easy, breezy L1nds3y who will be living five minutes away from me in San Diego and spending her year as an intern at a hospital 20 minutes away from mine.
H3@th3r, who will be kicking ass and taking names in Vegas. If any of you mofo's in Vegas bring your animals to her, prepare to be astounded. And if you are ever getting schooled by a chick while rock-climbing out there, just smile and wave cuz you will never catch her.
Steph and I atop Horsetooth Reservoir.
Soaking our feet in the Poudre River where we've both have near-drowning experiences while floating through Class II rapids (upstream) on inner tubes.
Me 'n ba.
My wai po and I waiting for our breakfast outside Lucille's. Cajun breakfast in Colorado--whodda thunk?
LT and I at Coopersmith's. Another of my cube-mates from freshman year and owner of the title "Best Sexy Hair in all of Vet School."
Su5@nn3 and her husband Tony, an Ironman who swam, biked and ran in the premier Ironman event in Hawaii last year.
R3yn, our internal medicine resident D.B@yl1ss and Seth.
TK's kids. Our favorite intern is headed to Georgia.
Chr1st13--BFF.
Outside Coopersmith's, scene of the famous squeeze-chut fart. Jeanine eases through with no gaseous expulsions.
Big J0e gives it a go.
In the game of Flippy-Cup, there can be an exciting side-game of ro-sham-bo. Ro, the lucky loser here gives an unsuspecting R8b a late-night wedgie.
In this instance, Chr1st13 is the lucky loser who gets to lick L@ur@'s face. Ro-sham-lick-L@ur@'s-face!
The crew in force at Fort Collin's Brewery, the first stop of three in the Fort Collins brewery tour. The trifecta is best attempted on bikes on a cool, sunny day. Oh, and if you're a lightweight, bring your helmet and elbow pads.
The fleet departs.
New Belgium Brewery, the final stop on the tour. Hands down the best beer company I've ever obsessed about. If you come to the Fort and can only make on brewery stop, this is the one.
Cheers to free tasters. Give Br1@n your La Folie and Ro your Fat Tire. Give me your Skinny Dip or I'll kick your ass.
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| Months, nay eons since last posting. Just using it to put up pics for everyone to laugh at and download. Not that I'm vain or anything, but if anyone has pics with me in it, could you send it my way? But could you make sure that 1)I'm not sweaty, 2)I'm not naked, 3)I'm not sloppy drunk? Wait a sec, I think that means that all I'll be getting back is that driver's license picture I left at KFlo's house last year.
The happy couple.
The newly engaged couple.
The happy flippy-cup couple.
The trouble makers.
Again.
Now thinking about the trouble I've caused.
The rack that induces shock and awe.
That's my bed and I'm asleep in it somewhere under this pile of SEXY ladies.
Hey Gilly!
She looks so innocent...
...and then she moves in for the kill.
The soon to be married couple.
God I'm so sick of couples. But not this one. Seriously I'm not. Love you guys.
That's all for VetProm 2007, cuz after that I was upstairs performing an oral enema. Yes, that is an oxymoron. And yes, that sounds disgusting, but all it involves is drinking lots of cold water to the point of tossing your cookies. Or in this case, tossing your martinis. Ahh, the miracles of modern medicine.
Hey look, it's raining at our annual end-of-year party. Anyone surprised?
Sexy Ladies of Flippy-Cup Calendar 2008
Leapfrog flippy-cup
The Wave flippy-cup. KB's about to get a black eye.
CHardy shows us how to execute under pressure.
Line-Kicking flippy cup
Belly-Bumping flippy cup. Let it be known that I love flippy cup.
Our antics are mildly amusing.
I think he was the only one playing naked flippy cup.
The set-up.
The anticipation.
Defeat can be devastating.
Victory can be sweet.
But there is no prize bigger than grabbing your own junk.
 
It's half time and you know what that means...Dancing flippy-cup cheerleaders (who are also players)!
Mmm, snack time.
Whoa, maybe it's devouring time.
Too lazy to flip this pic. Shocking, I know.
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| ...cuz I got my national and California state veterinary boards exam results--and it's all good news.
The weather here is retarded. The snow has been thick and heavy here for the last two months. Long time Coloradoans have said that there has never been snow that stuck around for so long the entire time they've lived here. It is fucking cold. It's like living in Alaska.
To lighten up the mood a bit more, here's an article from the Wall Street Journal about getting rid of the ridiculous English translations of street signs in China...
[URL]http://online.wsj.com/article/SB117063961235897853.html?mod=hps_us_inside_today[/URL] | | |
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