Ladybug.

My Ladybug.

Where can I begin with her.

She’s a miniature greyhound/ jack rustle mix. Only 12 lbs but can jump as high as my chest. She can run so fast and loves to play fetch. She is a very hyper dog, almost too hyper.

  

We do have a lot of complications with her. When we first got her we didn’t know much, only that her previous owners gave her up because she was jealous of other female dogs; this is not the case at all. She loves any chance to play with other dogs.

At first she was perfect; she never barked and knew a lot of commands.

But then she started to pee whenever she was scared or really happy. Then it turned into peeing only when she was scared but pooping in the basement when we left her alone. We got a cage to put her in when we go away, so that problem stopped. But she still pees when she is scared, and she is TARRIFIED of my boyfriend.

They do have good days and bad days. They love to play together but only if she’s around him for a while. When he first enters the room she hides then slowly comes around. I cant figure out why she is so scared of him and most other men for that matter. I can only assume she was abused by a man before we got her.

A good day 

Every day is getting better with her. We have figured out what makes her scared. We have finally found her favorite food, her favorite toys and her favorite treats. For some reason whenever she gets a bath she acts like a kid strung out on sugar.

I’m glad I got a dog. Its given me a good taste to what parenting will be like. Vet bills, food, toys, baby sitters, etc….  I love her more than anything.

She is my baby. 

living on my own

Procrastinating on my process analysis paper, so I’m going to write my blog.

When we moved into out apartment, it was just the beginning of summer break.

Since we didn’t have school, Anselma and I just spent our free time at our place. I was still working over 40 hours, but had my nights off so I started watching Netflix. I watched the entire season of Weeds, Sons of Anarchy, Don’t trust the b in apartment 23, Drop dead diva, GCB, Greek, Gossip girl, Tosh.0, Jane by Design, about 5 more I cant think of and started Pretty Little Liars. We didn’t have cable.

I didn’t really get out of the apartment much because after work I just wanted to rest. Hence all the tv shows I watched. My best friend Courtney had a boyfriend so she was unavailable most of the time, Danielle just had a baby she had her hands full and Anselma worded almost twice as much as me. So I stopped going out and having fun. My life had become even more boring. I had gone from party girl to working housemother.

I’m starting to see that living by yourself isn’t just paying your own bills. It’s doing your own grocery shopping, cooking your own food, doing the dishes, laundry, cleaning, and other housework. I did do all of this at my parents but my mom helped. It seemed like even thou I live with 3 other people I still have a lot of cleaning to do.

One random after noon that Anselma, Daniel and I had off we went to the animal shelter. We were looking for a cat, but instead found a dog. We all fell in love with her, Lady. She is a jack rustle/ mini greyhound. She is a very complicated dog.

I’ll write all about her in my next blog. 

New beginnings

Over winter break I tried to get out of my dorm contract. They only way was to switch school. I thought this would be a good idea because I needed to take a step back from everything and focus on my school. I knew commuting would be good, so why not save money at the same time. Somewhere in the process of switching, SVSU lost my transcripts so I couldn’t register for classes.

 

Taking the semester off, I moved back to my parents for the rest of the winter.

 

 I spent the first few weeks resting, not doing anything, and enjoying my time to my self. One morning I decided to go into Jimmy John’s to see if they needed an extra hand. They were about to call in applicants for interviews, so I was just in time. The job was instantly mine again.

 

I started working 40+ hours a week. Since I knew everything so well, it was a matter of time before I became manager.

 

One day before work, my dad told me that our house would be up for sale this spring. Holy cow I thought, that’s in only a few months! So, at first I put it off because they would NEVER get everything moved in a matter of months. Well one month later my parents were half way done and asked me what I was going to do. I said, “Start finding someone to live with.”

 

My boyfriend and I had talked about moving in together and we already were staying with each other every night. We started to look for apartments for us. But then we saw bills would be a lot with just two people and almost min. wage jobs. I thought my best friend Anselma and her boyfriend Frank will be needed new roommates soon, lets talk to them about it.

 

A month later we were hauling stuff to our new place at Country Ridge Townhomes, in Saginaw Charter township

 

Girls are such drama!

After spending the entire summer in Florida with my big brother, Scotty, it was time for my 2^nd year of college to start.

I was really excited; living on campus in sorority housing and starting a new job at the RFOC (SVSU cafeteria), what could go wrong?

My classes were fun: Tennis, Astronomy, Math, and my favorite subject Psychology. They were all upper lever classes, other than Tennis, so I had my homework cut out for me. I worked so hard; I even sat in an extra math class to learn more.

Everything was fine until I started having drama with my roommates… at first it was petty girl stuff so we worked it out then it turned even worse. They had claimed that I changed.

 Of course I did, I was starting to grow up.

Near Thanksgiving break, it was getting really bad. I was resenting going back to my dorm, I started to show up late for meetings, I was skipping classes that I had with roommates, I started stay more nights at Daniel’s and picked up more shifts at work. I did not want to be there.

From Thanksgiving break to the end of the semester I stayed at my Aunts house, right off campus. I saw that commuting wasn’t so bad after all. It was a lot easier to focus on homework, I slept better, and I was around people that wanted me there so I was happier.

During exam week my parents told me they would be selling our house and moving to Kentucky. Great. Now what was I suppose to do. My job at the RFOC wasn’t going to support an apartment. I didn’t have any one to live with. I wasn’t about to stay at my dorm for one more whole semester.

What did I do? Find out during my next blog…