I feel muted and hindered.. kind of like how I would imagine a wallflower feels. Faded, quiet, background noise.
I am in an amazing position within my job – I truly love it. However, it literally is a 24/7 job. I’m feeling the itch to work 40 hrs per week and then focus on me time. The nesting phase where I truly do make my own home..
Some background is I never stop moving. Since I was 18, my journey never ends. From home, to college, to bachelor, to townhouse, back to my moms, into another apartment, then to my sisters house, then to a rental room, and now I’m within my work. From 18 until 24, I have packed up and moved onwards 9 times.
I plan to re-move in June-July 2011 with my boyfriend. This place will be home. I am done moving. The next move will be when I’m either pregnant and need more room or buying my first house.
I’m hopeful.. pouring over interior decorating magazines, making mental notes, playing with the budgetting, visiting furniture shops..
I just feel stopped because I want to start now; but have to wait 8 months.
My camera got thrown in the wash my boyfriend did.
He is buying me a new one on Monday.
Not only that, but on Monday we will also be reviewing http://www.dinnerrush.ca …
🙂 expect photos? I think so.
The Information: “Happy Dog Acres” Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
- Doggy Daycare, boarding, rural and urban locations, veterinary & supply shop (with very cute things!)
- My puppy Casanova (13 weeks old shih tzu/poodle mix) went for his first day of doggy daycare.
The Story: We entered the building at around 9am. I filled out a very detailed form, ranging from his likes/dislikes, his fears, any medical concerns (which they accomodate) as well as made up a list that allowed Casanova to only be picked up by those I gave permission.
Then a girl took him into the backroom behind the front desk (secure and safe) and he was off!
I returned at approx. 4pm instead of 6pm and Casa was extremely happy – tail wagging, licking everything, hyper, full of energy. Once we got into my vehicle and started moving, he fell asleep immediately in my arms. Pooped dog!
I forgot Casa’ puppy food in my car. This is important for a puppy as he hadn’t ate at all and was gone frolm 9-6pm. When I called Happy Dog Acres, they happily explained that they would feed him their own puppy food, at no extra cost.
The Bad: The only things I didn’t like was that I wasn’t able to see where my puppy was going due to the fact they are renovating. For all I know he could have been stuck in a kennel all day, bored. Usually they do accomodate tours; however, due to construction, they couldn’t. Fair enough on their part!
When I dropped him off, I was told that when I picked him up, I would get a verbal report on how he did. At 4pm, when I picked him up, they went to go grab him for me and happily said, “They will explain how his day went!” – they returned, handed me my puppy, and then said, “Oh. It was a free day, so have a good one.”
Uhm. No report? The entire reason for it being free was because it was a trial run to see how he did.
Haircut (and doggydaycare) is 50.00. This price is amazing!! A usual dog haircut is 45.00 and 3 hours long, where the dog is crated until they are groomed and then sent home. However, At Happy Dog Acres, Casa would get dropped off at 7am, go play with the other dogs, get groomed, and then go play some more. I love it. (I did not get the haircut deal – it is pre-booked)
The daycare was 21.00$ for an entire day!
Would I go back again:
Yes! The staff are friendly, the place is clean.. I was happy with how accomodating they were towards his food issue and ensuring his belonging didn’t get lost. The price is perfect, the level of excercise is great, the fact that it is safe and secure is a bonus. I also appreciate how they class similar dog sizes together … and the fact that there is always a person on the floor, playing and being active, as well as ensuring safety for all.
- I wasn’t contacted by this company, nor did they know I would review it.
- The day was free due to it being his first trial run.
this heartbreak business isn’t easy.
It isn’t that we fight all the time, or our interests run differently. 95% of the time, you would see an image of a 5′ girl, holding the hand of a 6′ guy. He would pull his hand away, he hates holding hands..
His arm would drape up over her shoulders to show that he wasn’t shrugging her PDA off. She might glance up, shoot a quick glare, and clasp his hand firmly in her little one.
I’d rather be in a screaming match, spurned by jealous hate. Jealous hate has passion. Relentless sadness fueled with a strong love at decisions he makes with alcohol, broken promises, and ridiculous lies? Those have nothing but exhaustion.
Today brought me to the entrances of many strangers’ abodes. I am perfection when it comes to saying, “Hi! I am selling chocolate bars for ..” with the correct enthusiasm, tone, and laughter.
Never believe the term, “You can never have too much laughter” – you can. Especially when you’re sales partner is attempting to snoop into the strangers live and smashes her face into the invisable glass door. By the time the door is opened, I was clutching my stomach, giggling uncontrollably, unable to talk, with my legs crossed. Hilarious!
- The colder it is, go ten times more colder and act as such. Sympathy is key.
- The more ridiculous you sound, the funnier. It is an amazing pitch. “..and there is tin foil so if you are deserted in a Saskatchewan winter, its a chocolate bar and uhm.. its shiny so people can find you!”
- Just because the doorbell is fancy, doesn’t mean the people who are cozy inside are.
- The richer area you are in, the less sales you will make. Rich people guard the treasure.
- Don’t offer the girl who is running to lose weight a chocolate bar. She will kill you.
- Don’t quote this as part of you sales pitch. It won’t work. It will just make you giggle.
***unedited. Mistakes away; I’m heading to bed. xox.
I’m freezing cold in my house.. and my dog Casa(nova) just ate a twenty dollar bill.
I bought him a stuffed animal – “F***” (Casas’ baby duck)
…and my mom is on a flight home.
I work tonight; and I can’t wait.
Yesterday, Meggy and I drove home from her hometown.
It was an amazing time full of laughter, poor jokes, alcohol induced sleep, and McDonalds french fries.