I'm so eloquent...kinda

I haven't posted in a while. I've been so unbelievably busy... I still have a mountain of homework to do but most of it isn't due any time soon so I can pretend it doesn't exist for a bit.

So I'm going to start with some good news. My amazing brother, Brandon, agreed to put some transmission fluid in my car on Saturday and my car is behaving wonderfully! I'm pretty sure this means that it's not going to explode and kill me in a rampaging spontaneous combustion episode :) All I have to do now is figure out if there's a transmission fluid leak, how bad it is, and where it's coming from and hopefully my car will be ship shape again.

I was just thinking about the car and the name Ursula popped into my head.... I feel like that may be my car's name...

Ursula's bad ass tramp stamp

This weekend has been kind of crazy. I'm really glad that I have today to relax. We got the new house painted and I'm really pumped about the color of my room. It's a sage green and it's so pretty!

I'm sitting at home right now, waiting for my mom to get back from work so I can be like "SURPRISE I'M HOME!"  My class got canceled tomorrow which means I'll be enjoying at 5 day weekend :)

I decided to come back to Clinton today to look for some pieces for my homemade weird girl from The Breakfast Club Halloween costume. I didn't find anything but I did see this while walking down High Street in the center of Clinton. I couldn't help myself it was just gorgeous. And there I go with the "morbidly beautiful" again.

My mom just got home and apparently seeing my car in the driveway gave her a heart attack instead of a pleasant surprise. She thought I was home because something was wrong. Epic fail on my part.

So after I calmed my mom down we gave Beau a bath because he had a "poop skirt". It's like a hoop skirt except poop. Basically when he has a belly ache his fur on his bum gets.... well kind of gross. We cleaned him up this afternoon. So while he was in the bath my mom asked if I could give him a hair cut to get rid of the offending fur... you're probably thinking "Well she's trained in grooming, that should be easy" But you're wrong.

If you've ever groomed a dog, you know that, even under the best possible circumstances, it can be a disaster. And believe me, I've had some disastrous grooming experiences.

Once in my intermediate grooming class, my group had just finished bathing a particularly monstrous sized lab. Getting him out of the tub took three people because he was so enormous and unwilling to cooperate. When we went to put him in a cage with a blow dryer, he freaked out and refused to go in. He trashed about, shoving his body backwards and away from the crate, all the while getting more and more stressed. We asked the professor if it was absolutely necessary for us to put him in the crate. She told us that we had to keep trying despite the fact that the dog was clearly stressed beyond belief, purple tongue and everything. His sheer massive size had created problems handling him before, but add that to the fact that he was now soaking wet and pissed off and you have a dog who is not going into that fucking cage.

The final straw came when the dog, stressed out to the max, finally lost control of his bowels. And being me, with the worst luck and coordination ever, I slipped and knelt in it. I was so angry that I started berating the professor, who finally gave in and told us to stop trying to shove the oversize dog into a crate. I left the class early that day without even saying anything I was so angry/mortified/overwhelmed.

Today with Beau wasn't quite that bad. But it was comical. I don't have a pair of clippers at my house so I wasn't able to do anything close to a professional job on him. But I tried. I basically just took a pair of scissors and started hacking away at the fur on Beau's butt. And now he has a clean bum and he's happy :)

Beau after I gave him a butt trim