Note to self - losing temper is not a good thing

Man I don't know if it is just me or the stress I've been under or everything that has been going on in my life lately but I pretty much let a customer have it today. Although in all fairness she was rude first.

After spending an hour and a half grooming and brushing out her horribly matted dog we took it to the door, Joseph had already checked mine to make sure it looked good so I wasn't worried about it. But when she looked at him she said in the snootiest rudest voice I have ever heard "He is a mess!" I was shocked for a second then angry the next. She told me his face wasn't even clean. Now that wasn't true because I'd scrubbed it with the soap - problem is that the fur was stained and the shampoo won't take the staining out. So I told her that I had washed his face. I think she was just used to him being fluffy and sometimes our dogs are still a little wet. We don't have the battery power in the grooming vans to completely dry every dog. If you want it a little drier we will be happy to go back and dry it some more - otherwise we get it almost all the way dry and give it back. She then said "what happened to his face?" This dog had had eye crusties so bad they looked like marbles that needed to be cut out. She honestly seemed surprised by this. So I told her his eye crusties had to be cut out and that I had washed his face - I don't think I said it very nice though, probably not because she looked angry. She then told me his face was dirty and again I assured her it wasn't. I should have just bitten my tongue and agreed with her. So we took the dog back to the van and blow dried it some more so it was "fluffy" and did a little touch up job. When we took it back she was fine with how he looked but she was so angry with me. I have the feeling this is not the first time she's talked to a groomer like this. Especially since she never takes care of her dogs and that much is obvious. But again I shouldn't have said anything - I should have just agreed with her and told her she was right and asked what she wanted us to do to fix it instead of telling her that I had cleaned his face.

She then gave us the money and said that she normally tipped but because I was rude she wasn't going to. Now normally I don't say anything and even when she said that I bit my tongue because I was just being honest with her - and with as snotty as she was being I thought I was pretty polite with her. Still I have to remember that I have to keep my emotions way down. Despite the fact that she never brushes out her dogs and his tail alone took me thirty minutes to demat because all it was was a giant mat I should have known better. Ah... well guess I'm going to have learn my lesson.

Life As A Dog Groomer

I'd have to say in my short career as a dog groomer I have never been happier than I am right now with any other job and I have the most amazing people for my bosses. On top of them being patient but critical teachers, who are determined to make me the best groomer I can be they are also LDS members so I never have to worry about them saying things that will offend me or making me do something that will make me incredible. The Lord certainly knew what he was doing when he gave me this job. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't been grateful for it.

There are downsides of course, there are always downsides when you are working with something that can think for itself. Trying to avoid getting bitten when doing something like shaving pads or clipping nails is usually the downside. But I've only had one dog try to take a snap at me usually Joseph is the one who has to jump away to avoid getting bitten. I teased him about that a bit telling him he brought out the worst in every dog. He laughed and told me from now on he'd give me the mean dogs. Mindy almost got bit last week - but luckily she is pretty fast on the draw and the dog missed.

This week has been interesting. I learned how to put bows in a dog's hair and do it well. I did a little victory dance over that and it made Mindy laugh at my antics. I also learned not to hold my hand close to where the dog pees when you blow dry them otherwise you'll get pee all over your arm like Mindy did. I had a hard time keeping my face as stoic as possible and it only lasted for about 30 seconds before I busted up laughing. Mindy didn't find it as funny until I pointed out if it had been me that had been peed on she would have been laughing at me. She had to admit that I was right.

I have really learned a lot from Mindy and Joseph. And I'll continue to learn as I continue to groom. I really couldn't have asked for a better job or better people. I feel so blessed.

The New Me

I have to say it has been a long time since I have posted anything here. But what would I have really said about myself? I work, go to school, eat and sleep? Because that is basically all I was doing. I was working very hard to try and ensure that I'd have a job after I lost my job at the post office because one thing was certain I was going to lose my job. So I was going to school to learn how to be a dog groomer and I discovered I really loved grooming dogs. I found my dream job. Working with dogs all day without the horrors of seeing them torn open by a car or skateboard. For our final dog we had to do a Schnauzer and I was so terrified since I'd only done the cut once but the dog I groomed was named Teddy and she was such a sweetie that it made it much easier. And on my final written I scored 50/50 so passed my course and I am so glad I decided to take the risk and do it because I found something I love and something that'll give me job security for the rest of my life. As a graduation present Crystal (My grooming teacher) got specialized cupcakes made for me and my fellow student Kelly it was so fun. I still keep in contact with Crystal and we hope to get together sometime soon to catch up with everything.

Shortly after I graduated Mike had a stroke because he decided he could stop taking his blood thinner and I was stressed out of my mind because at the time I had no job, very little money, Mike was barely working, and we had no insurance. I wasn't sure how we were going to pay the hospital bill and no matter how hard I prayed it just seemed like hit after hit kept coming. I kept faith though that the Lord would help if I kept my faith in him.

Mike spent four days in the hospital and when he came home my dad, sister and brother-in-law Brent came over to give Mike a blessing. I spent the next three days catering to every one of Mike's wishes, making sure he was well cared for but realized quickly that he didn't appreciate anything I was doing. He started saying very rude things, demanding without being appreciative, and if I didn't do something fast enough he'd throw a temper tantrum or call his mom to tattle on me. After he fell asleep I'd have my cry so he wouldn't hear me and I prayed that the Lord would just let me die because I didn't feel like my life was worth living anymore. I felt trapped in a horrible relationship where my husband didn't appreciate anything I did, where he was always beating me down until I felt smaller than an ant, and nothing I did was good enough. I was so tired of carrying all the financial burdens and all the house work as well. I told the Lord that I needed help, that I couldn't do this on my own, that it felt like I was carrying too much and I'd break under the weight. And then I remembered one of my favorite poems in the whole wide world. "Footprints in the Sand." The very last line gave me comfort. "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you." I know that the Lord has been carrying me and helping me through the rough times. So I thanked him for the strength he has given me and prayed hard about what I should do and to please help me get a job.

The next day I was sending out applications and cover letters again, something I'd been doing for almost a month with no luck. I saw a dog grooming position available for K-9 Mobile Grooming so I sent my cover letter and resume. Twenty minutes later I got a call from Mindy. She gave me an over the phone interview and wanted me to come down and go on a trial grooming with her. So that Monday I went down and went grooming with her, she hired me that afternoon. I was so grateful. Not only did I get a job in the field I went to school for but it also would allow me to make more than double what I was making at the post office.

Mike called to see if I got the job and when I told him I did I could just hear him relax over the phone because he knew the financial responsibility of the family was once again off his shoulders and it made me realize something. He was never going to change. He is always going to sit back and let me take care of everything because he knows I will. His house will get cleaned, the bills will be paid, and his meals will be cooked because I take care of everything. Because of all the stress I've been under my body broke out into hives, when I told Mike he laughed, and my hives spread covering most of my body. I knew then what I had to do, my own health was in danger because of the stress and it wasn't handling it well, between the hives and my high blood pressure I knew if I kept this up the stress would end up killing me.

So I finally got up the courage and told Mike what I've been feeling for a very long time now and then told him I want a divorce. After that I packed up my backpack, grabbed Priestly and we went down to my parents. And I have to say this week has been the happiest I've been in almost two years. My stress levels have come down considerably. My blood pressure is getting under control again and over the past couple days my hives have really started to fade. I find I'm not so tense and because of that I'm more pleasant to be around. I've done things I've found enjoyable and I've found my love for life again. I told Mike he has three weeks to pack up and get out otherwise I'd take my name off the lease and he could handle paying the rent, the power, utilities, and gas bills by himself. I've been paying for everything and I'm not going to pay for it if I'm not living there. I talked to a long time family friend Sue and she said I could move in with her for less than half of what I'm paying now and that I'd be able to take Priestly with me. I have my whole family behind me to back me up and support me in this decision, and my friends are so relieved because from what they've seen and what I've told them they haven't liked how Mike has treated me.

He has beaten me down emotionally time and time again and I really had to step back and take a look at my life and realize that this isn't what I wanted. So I plan on getting my car paid off, and save up for a place of my own. Hopefully somewhere closer to work so I don't have a 40 minute drive to Orem every day. But I know that this decision is the best one I've made in over two years and it makes me so happy. I'm going to think of what I need first for a change since I haven't done that in two years. With Sue I'll still feel independent but I'll have a friend to live with who loves and cares about me but won't care if I feel like cooking dinner, who won't care if I want to go to my room and read. I have many amazing people in my life, my friends and my family, and I am so grateful for each and every one of them. They held me while I've cried, they've listened to what I've been through, and they've understood and respected my decision as well as supported me. I know with my family behind me I can get through anything. As hard as this will be I know it will be worth it. I'll be a much happier, much less stressed, much wiser, and more appreciative person. I'll be a new me and I'll be much better for it.

Farts are funny

You know it never seems to amaze me how so many people at work seem to think we can't hear when they pass gas because they are wearing headphones. They can't hear it so naturally no one else can either. I've grown accustomed to the rude noises people make at the REC. And the majority of them don't bother excusing themselves, because again they think no one heard it.

When I first started at the REC I made the mistake of sitting close to the bathrooms... I don't do that anymore unless I find it absolutely necessary. I won't post the disgusting details to that one... but trust me I'd rather sit anywhere else because people also seem to think if they are in the bathroom you can't hear what they are doing and the sounds they make are anything but musical.

Melinda, Brent, Mike, Stephen, and I often joke about disgusting noises that the body makes. While Melinda was still teaching school she said her kids would always laugh when one of them farted and she'd have a hard time getting them to calm down just because farting is so funny. If you stop and think about it... it kind of is.

Well today I've been with my dogs and being myself and as curious as I get about thing sometimes I decided to look up what causes dogs to have such bad gas. We all know it isn't pleasant when somebody has bad gas, it stinks up the room like a stink bomb and no matter how you try to air it out it perfumes the room for hours. But when dogs have gas it always seems to be a hundred times worse. So I looked up the reason on why and came across this article that made me laugh so hard I just have to share it.

Dogs don't get embarrassed about farting like we do. In fact, they are so relaxed at it, you usually don't hear a dog's fart and only know it's occured because you smell it. Dogs farts are more stinky than human farts for a number of reasons inculding the fact that dog foods are often soy-based. This makes them full of sulfer. Dogs seem to enjoy smelling disgusting things, so while they enjoy the smell of human flatuance, we don't really enjoy their farts quite as much. And it almost seems as if dogs wait until we have company visiting the house until they decide to fart and when they do, the room seems to fill with horrible gas faster than a speeding bullet.

The article then went on to explain why dogs get such bad gas. I skimmed through it, giggling the whole time over that first paragraph and then at the very end there was the perfect ending to such an article.

Let's face it dogs just have gas.

We've been lucky enough that I've only caught Priestly or Pattie farting a couple times. Jack on the other hand wasn't so shy about it. When we were living at the big house in Salt Lake he would get up on the bed, turn so his head was towards our feet and fart in Michael's face. Michael hated this. I thought it was so funny that the bed would shake as I giggled. Jack would give me his happy face as if he knew he'd made me happy.

Ahh, I think that Heavenly Father has to have a sense of humor, and he gave us creatures like dogs who are so pleased with their stinky gas that it just has to make you smile. I'm so grateful for my dogs, they make life so much better.

Our New Place

Well the past few months have been busy for us. We had our first wedding anniversary on November 27th. My Mom gave us a pass she had for a free night at a hotel in downtown Salt Lake. Stephen was nice enough to come down and stay in our apartment with the dogs over night so Mike and I went out for dinner and then went to a very nice hotel for the night. We had to leave early the next day because Mike was working a double shift.

Our second Christmas together was much better than our first. Mike took sleeping pills our first Christmas together so he slept the whole day while I played solitare by myself in the kitchen. This Christmas I got us a Christmas tree, and I got the puppies some cute Christmas outfits.

We spent Christmas Eve at my Grandma and Grandpa Condie's house. We were quite entertained by how impatient my cousins were for their turn to open funny stocking presents. I remember how hard it was to wait while the adults opened their "boring gifts" when I was younger and how tempting those presents were. Parker kept counting down how many people were left before it was his turn - and kept asking why the adult gifts were so funny. The biggest joke for Mike and I were the bugs in our apartment, we got a lot of bug killing things as well as a bug game.

Christmas day Mike and I packed up our gifts and the dogs and went down to my parents. I was really excited for my Mom to open the gift I gave her - I got her one of her favorite Disney movies The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band. I really wish I hadn't forgotten my camera but she loved it and was so surprised. After that we went up to Aunt Shirleen's for dinner and presents. We were pretty tired after that though so we didn't stay very long after that - just enough for Mike to have a piece of pie and for me to cut up the fudge and serve that while my chocolate cream pie disappeared. I think my chocolate pie was the fastest to go.

The next day we went to Arla's for dinner and to spend some time with Becky, Colton, and Matt. Unfortunately Mike and I were both not feeling very well so we didn't feel up to playing games afterward. But it was nice to see them again anyway. Matt and his family also brought their new addition. A little Yorkie puppy named Reece's I'm not sure if that is supposed to be Reece's Peanutbutter Cup or not. But that's how I remember her name. Colton loves her.

January I spent most of the month getting us ready to move into our new apartment. But on January 31st when I went down to get our pro-rate to stay for the next few days while our new apartment was getting cleaned for us we were told our apartment was rented and we had to be out by the end of the day. I hadn't even finished packing yet. So in a panic I called my Mom and asked if we could stay with them until Saturday, which she said was fine and Dad said he'd pick up the trailer and be over to help as soon as he could. Chantel told me she had some extra boxes we could have so I dropped the dogs off at my parents and picked the boxes up at Chantels and then went back to finish packing. By the time I got there Stephen and Dad were already there and were moving things down to the trailer. It was a very long very tiring day. But the good part was that our new apartment complex had a different ground floor apartment available for us so we could move in that day. So we got moved into our new apartment five days ahead of what we expected. We were happy to get out of our cockroach infested apartment and into our new one - and we haven't seen a single bug since we've moved in. I feel bad for those new tenant who are going to have a massive cockroach problem in their new home.

I haven't gotten a few things I want for our new apartment but I'll add pictures when I do. But our new apartment is huge compared to our old one! And it is so nice being on the ground floor! I was so tired of hauling groceries up three flights of stairs it was such a pain!

Priestly has adjusted well to our new apartment, and Pattie is slowly getting used to it. She has been a little naughty but she'll adjust. But they love chasing each other up and down the hall. They've got more room to play here and I think they love that. I'm still getting used to it myself, but I've really liked it so far - hopefully things will continue to go up from here.

October - Month of Scares

Well it has been an interesting and definitely not boring month. Proabably the scariest thing that has happened to us was someone trying to follow me to my car as I was walking over to it to go to work one morning.


It was about 4:30 in the morning and I was walking to my car, fairly quickly because it was cold outside, and I heard someone start to wolf whistle me. Now I've only ever heard teenagers and people on TV actually do that so that made me pause and turn. Which I really wish I hadn't. There was a tall guy, with his face hidden in shadows, not too far from me. He was watching me as I walked to my car. When I started to walk again he wolf whistled me a second time, and then started to follow me. I jumped into my car and locked the doors, pulled out and drove quickly away.


Mike didn't have to work that day because he had a job interview somewhere else. So I talked to him on my lunch to make sure he was going to be home when I got home as I didn't want to come home to an empty apartment. He promised he would be - and when I got home he thought I was going to tell him I was pregnant. But I'm not - I told him what happened and he was very angry - insisting on walking me to my car in the morning from now on. And he did, it felt nice not being alone although I felt bad making him get up so much earlier than he had to.


Later that week Mike went to bed early as he had to go to work the next day and since I didn't have to go to work I was up watching a movie with both puppies curled up on my lap. About midnight I heard the door rattle. I thought it was my imagination at first but then it rattled again and the door knob started to twist. Priestly woke up with a start and started to growl. I panicked, grabbing both puppies I dashed into the bedroom, woke up my husband and trembled so hard the bed was shaking. I didn't sleep well, I kept having nightmares and when I finally got up the next morning I didn't want to stay here alone - I took both the puppies to my parents and I went shopping for black sweats to finish my Halloween costume. I called Mom and I told her what happened. She was very upset - and told me if we didn't have the money she was going to buy me a baseball bat. But we have Mike's cricket bat here in the apartment so I don't need one. It hasn't happened since and thank goodness for that.


I have both of the puppies costumes though and I got what I needed to finish my costume. Mike also got his costume last weekend and we had a Halloween party at Mom's yesterday. Unfortunately I forgot my camera but it was still a lot of fun - I was so tired though after working a full week, getting our apartment ready for bug spraying again as the whole building is having problems so they are spraying every apartment in an attempt to get rid of them and I have to finish that today, doing tons of house work, and cooking dinner at Mom's for everyone that I fell asleep during the movie. I wasn't disappointed about that it was boring. We left soon after that.


Halloween is coming up this week - Mike and I are going to Mom's to pass out candy in exchange for watching scary movies on the big screen and enjoying some of the candy ourselves. I just hope it isn't raining again.


Happy Halloween everybody!

Finished Products Are So Satisfying

You know how it feels when you finish a project you pour hours of work into? A scrapbook, painting, quilt, knitting, etc...well for me it's cross stitching. I love to cross stitch, not only does it distract me from some of the harder days I face and give me the stress relief I need it also gives me some gratification that I can take something so simple as a blank cloth and turn it into something beautiful. Sometimes it is hard to say good bye to the things I stitch as I put so much of my time and myself into these projects. I pick designs that I find beautiful because of what they are or what they represent.

This last week I finished a wolf cross stitch for my friend Mike Wilde. Last year while I was living with my Grandma and Grandpa Condie out it Tooele I was working on a wolf cross stitch to give to my Mom for Mother's Day. When I finished it I gave it to her early. She told me she couldn't take it to work with her because if Mike Wilde saw it he'd be jealous. He loves wolves. As a fellow wolf lover I immediately bought the colors and cloth I'd need and I began working on a new wolf cross stitch for him. But between the time I started it and the time I finished it I would get married, add two new puppies to our lives, and move twice, therefore delaying my finished project. But I finally got it finished, and with a month to spare before his birthday.

All my cross stitched projects take up a lot of time, and most of them I've spilled blood while working on them as I've jabbed myself with my needle. But for me it is all worth it in the end to see the finished product. As frustrated as I can get at times, as hard as it is to have to go back and undo stitches when I've miscounted, as frustrating as it can be when my progress feels so slow it is all worth it in the end when I see the final picture. I love cross stitching and I love the feeling of accomplishment when I'm done.

This Buck was the first big cross stitch I ever made. I gave it to my Dad for his birthday in 2006.

My friend Becky asked me if I would make two horse cross stitches for her nieces for Christmas in the year 2006. She said she'd pay me for them. The first horse I made for her was the Arabian. It took me four months and countless hours to get it done - I'd get up and work on it, I'd go to work for four hours as I was only working part time at the time and then I'd come home and work on it until I could no longer stay away. It was beautiful in the end but not one I'd like to do again.

This paint horse was the second horse cross stitch I did for Becky for her neices' Christmas presents. This one was much smaller so it only took me a week to get it finished. It might look simple but a lot of details were put into this for the shading and especially the grass and shadow of the horse. I wasn't sorry to see both of these projects finished as I was very stressed out at the time to get them finished before Christmas. I think I had them finished with five days to spare.

When I was dating my old boyfriend he loved Superman - and had a lot of Superman stuff. So I went online and found a DC Comic Cross Stitch Pattern book and I made this Superman cross stitch for his birthday only three months before we broke up. He might have thrown it away I don't know what happened to it now.

My sister Melinda and her husband Brent got married in December of 2008. I had no idea what to give them for a wedding gift and so I started to think. When I saw this pattern book of wedding cross stitch designs I bought it and immediately began to search through it seeing which pattern I should make for them. That way it was something personal and something that will hopefully last a lifetime. I spent three months and again countless hours making this for them, but they were both so surprised and they loved it. I know Melinda especially appreciated it because she knows how many hours I dedicate to these projects so I knew I picked the right gift for them.
This wolf cross stitch took me nearly two years to complete because I had stopped not long after beginning it because it was much more complicated than I had expected when I had bought it. But I loved the pattern so I started it up again when I moved out to Tooele to live with my Grandparents. It took me six months to finish when I got started up again and not two weeks after I finished it I gave it to my Mom for an early Mother's Day gift. She keeps it in her room and she loves it - not because she loves wolves but because she knows I made it for her.

And this is my gift for Mike Wilde. As simple as it might look it still took me over a year to get it finished and endless hours. When I saw the pattern in the book I didn't really care for it all that much but the more I worked on it the more I loved it and I realized just how beautiful the pattern really was. So I hope he likes it when he opens it next month when my Mom and I take him out to lunch for his birthday. Mom says he will for three reasons. 1. Because I made it just for him. 2. Because he knows how much time and effort goes into projects like these. 3. Because it has a wolf on it.

I'm now working on my newest project, it's called In Harmony and it is another wolf cross stitch. I haven't finished it yet because I just started it last week but below is what the project will look like when it's finished. When I have it done I'll post a picture of the actual cross stitch for you to see.