Again?

So here's the dealio. That's right I said dealio. Lord help me. ANYWAY, I'm moving again. If you didn't already know, I moved from my apartment I shared with two roommates in Massachusetts back into my parents house in Ohio in May of this year.

I moved back in, and decorated my creepy basement (dungeon) bedroom to the best of my ability, and I went to work at the job I'd had before I moved to western Mass. Then in the last few months things have changed, and they've changed fast. I started working at my new job, while keeping my old one, and now I get to move again already. I'll be moving into a small one room apartment here in just a few days! At this point almost everything is packed away (that picture there is an old one). Anything that is left for me to put away are things that will be last minute. You know, like clothes, bathroom things, etc. I can't wait.

I believe this apartment will be a perfect fit for me and my girl Josie. The only downside I can see is that for a little while I won't be able to get internet and also that the apartment doesn't have a true kitchen. But, I'll post on that when I can. See you lovely people on the other side.

Working hard or hardly working?

So here it is. Those who follow me on instagram will probably recognize this picture. This is one of the first dogs I was actually able to just do what I wanted on him.

He was a stray that someone had found and rescued, and desperately searching for somewhere to get him cleaned up the woman brought him to us. He was in terrible shape.  He stunk to high heaven, he was covered in mud, and had burs covering literally every inch of him, and not to mention he was severely matted.

After giving him two baths, while picking off as many burs as I could, I finally get him done and take him to a grooming table. My boss gives me the go ahead, do whatever I want and go as short as a need to. Since he had been in such rough shape, I did have to go pretty short. I did give him a little of a schnauzer face though, because he did look like one.

He left feeling much better than he did when he came in and looked super cute to boot. I love this job. I love getting to make an animal feel much better after they leave. Though they don't always like the process, you can  see it in their faces and how much they are ready to play and do things after they are done.

I may get scratched, and bit, and pooped on, and the dogs can be terrible and frustrating, but I really do love this job.

It was all a whirl.

What's this? She makes one blog post and then disappears? Crazy. Blasphemous.

Let me tell you, It's been a rollercoaster over here. The week after that post life took a turn, and it was great, but super busy. We had gone to the vets to get a refill for my parent's dog Peanut and had been sitting in the waiting room talking with a fella who owned a weimaraner, when out of the blue he asks me a question.

 "Have you ever considered a career with animals?"

Which of course I answered a with a resounding "YES." which long story short
then led me to end up getting a job/training as a groomer.

I love it.

Right now though I'm still also working at my old job. So working at two different places has been running out of time do much of anything for myself. I've been putting things I like to do a little on the backburner. My free time includes eating and sleeping and not much else. But, things have finally started calming down and I'll be getting back into the rhythm of things.

Expect another blog post within the week.

Also Happy first day of Halloween! (or you know, October to normal people.)

The start of something new.

 

Hello out there!

 

This is strange to me. It feels strange for me to be typing literally anything. I mean like everyone else in the world I write out quick blurbs on Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr, but this is the first time I've sat down and actually typed something out in a very long time. It almost feels alien to me to open up a word document (or a blog page) and start typing. I haven't written in microsoft word in over two years, which is just bizarre.

 

Anyway this isn't about that. This is about the fact that I'm writing again. I'm taking time and forcing myself to start writing this blog. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy blogging. I've done it before.

 

I have a terrible habit.

 

I tend to start things and when it's not perfect I stop doing it. For instance, I really love new stationery, new pens, new notebooks, sketchbooks, and planners. I just want everything that goes into them to look perfect or be perfect for whatever the product is, and so until I can make it perfect it sits. It sits, and it gathers dust, and remains unused until I forget it exists and start they cycle over again. My drawing will never get better that way, my writing will never get better that way, nothing I do is going to get better that way. And, most importantly, nothing I do will ever be perfect.

 

So I'm trying to stop wanting myself to be a perfectionist about it, and just do it. No matter what it is, I'm just going to start doing it. It may be inconsistent, and sloppy, and nowhere near perfect. But, it won't be wasted, it will be okay, and it will be me.

 

 

Welcome my new friends, and maybe some old ones that used read my other blog. It's been a long time, but here I am, starting something new. I hope you enjoy the journey.