tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258752042024-03-06T02:38:23.510-05:00"Tails" of Groomer Angie"Tails" of a Pet Groomer & all her critters.Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-14865125199033830082010-03-23T15:15:00.004-04:002010-03-23T15:48:13.340-04:00The Owl Box<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451915771853819154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPaAHR6YuimmLfFjCEBnfkdM0RtreQmYATxsGJhrNf4-mSclZ-ZJEQRHgl0n6sAPNiNSg1KbdpD1IPQOhzMcs9I662tg5QbbxQUD_RY9BIkRWVy-jsUe92-bKw7PZkiwJQa5u/s400/glass054.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so it's been a while! But in the words of an old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Johnny</span> Winter song, I'm Still Alive and Well.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">We've been fostering a new Bull Terrier, Skippy who came in from Sullivan Co. Animal Shelter. He's a very sweet boy who is just about ready for his own forever home. When he came to us, he weighed 28 pounds!!!!! An adult male Bull Terrier should weigh 50 pounds or more! This poor boy was skin and bones when I picked him up. I'm happy to say, he's now closer to 40 pounds and looking better everyday.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451915740823272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeOERXVDncpABNw2tRapiMJWBbPm3spfM7zNDkOusRklVF7lo4wHRLivyzB439xTpPR4QAwMllKbv7pSQGbFCywHcpSB98543C_VaHeWndHP3AJ-OpU7RoKx63Kp_5TNNH13k/s400/Bullies277.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451915749775522194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI3MGdjGNxxQY_1zCnkbRmdQ4xs0shFz6sU7CX1t9mTROmYp05SZh0Z7d99g4OpZJFIDwrtlYN7fH0098tU-bjikd5cZUHJ2eBFb0CFjViaE0f6XmXBeg9fu99o7j-iqI0O_s/s400/Bullies274.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">We've also been trying to get the top on our dog's kennel. I've heard Barn Owls, Great Horned Owls and also Red-Tailed Hawks out there and we don't want any of them swooping down and grabbing up one of our little dogs. I love having those birds around, should keep down the rat/mouse population! Not to mention they are beautiful creatures!</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">I've been working on my stained glass, making trophies for the Miniature Bull Terrier Club's last show. They turned out great if I do say so myself :)</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#663333;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451916452930004226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKDS8bWydDrvR1DsG-4zaX2rXySIB6yQeaFsSlg5QGoL2aLckzDIDllfoODcDKCnDDEDN0EGQQh0oRpnsL-u7ItWrdKVa8V7r_439HEkosC27yXin_v9vA8c1vXDA3mO9mM8m/s400/glass047.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451916448399076258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUcT8oucLYplMuiaDcLInJ8AG4kfQW5MF9Jw33LMFgFpFISfy7aFug0AW8lPdOrOsDpU4SN1hdFbxaMgYYyGySr74eBZgBKHhjIu0utVC0X0dWw6UvebdiXLjBedW4ZcZCw4i/s400/glass048.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">I'm also involved in a new fundraising project with my friend Paula to raise money for our Bull Terrier rescue. Having a blast doing it. You can read about it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bullie's</span> blog <a href="http://www.thetnbullterrors.blogspot.com/">Kids in Dog Suits </a>or if you are on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">FaceBook</span> you can check it out on the fan page we made for it. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Flat-Papster-and-Flat-Bennys-Excellent-Adventure-The-Race-to-Silverwood/10150109594435394">Flat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Papster</span> and Flat Benny's Excellent Adventures~The Race to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Silverwood</span></a>.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">The last couple of days I've been glued to this computer screen watching <a href="http://www.ustream.tv/theowlbox#more">Molly and McGee</a>, 2 Barn Owls out in San Marcos, CA. A couple out there put an owl box up on their property 2 years ago and this year the pair decided to use the box to raise their young. So far they have 1 owlet and 4 eggs still left to hatch. Egg number 2 is expected to hatch anytime now. It is so fascinating to watch her care for that baby and exciting to see the male come in to bring her food at night. Please go check them out, I promise you won't be disappointed!</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Anyway, that gets you guys caught up for now, enjoy the <a href="http://www.ustream.tv/theowlbox#more">Owl Box</a> and I will try not to be as long posting updates next time.</span></p><p> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451915760295222130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9x6DQAGLd0o-dtzKtVreHQBOarHfNelxu6m9RXiuH3HE0lseu4tiZV-aQxXsqRMtD74-xWWA2qMFm4oHKwBJIWlqAGhWRE9OCk0Z_WX1lYdB3cr3L3ySin1lvq-SLEcHeJOT/s400/glass042.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451916456988208834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZCVRlMtyd5XqLlYYaW3QctsZR8g2E9C5z_RZQf6yJZ8qdTThyphenhyphenOKc-l2diyeC4eaLHDtbjWmgjCLj_DDXXSjs8YZHCs6P5CZaJIsCIu3kk9iy31A9iMa4iP7HUHWiDmcWSZ-u/s400/glass050.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Blessings to each and every one of you!</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /></p>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-13269539057001793972009-12-24T22:38:00.003-05:002009-12-24T23:11:29.789-05:00Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcokNORMl9lr57D-j5iWWzG6rfKZVlkBuOvF9ZWFSQhPbug2oAPPO1BpR0DVx3V8JTJRgAVEW1nLFYa_W1OmgIPeKxTQ-ekMVAF9smO-Wb8X-zBWxB-iq0WD8lesylRfr6XSX9/s1600-h/nativity_scene.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419021380622658162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcokNORMl9lr57D-j5iWWzG6rfKZVlkBuOvF9ZWFSQhPbug2oAPPO1BpR0DVx3V8JTJRgAVEW1nLFYa_W1OmgIPeKxTQ-ekMVAF9smO-Wb8X-zBWxB-iq0WD8lesylRfr6XSX9/s400/nativity_scene.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Luke 2:1</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed</span>. <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:2</span><span style="color:#009900;"> </span><span style="color:#006600;">(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:3</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:4</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:5</span> <span style="color:#006600;">To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with Child.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:6</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:7</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And she brought forth her firstborn Son,<br />and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger;<br />because there was no room for them in the inn.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:8</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:9</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And, lo, the angel of the LORD came upon them, and the glory of the LORD shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:10</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:11</span> <span style="color:#006600;">For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the LORD. </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:12</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:13</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:14</span> <span style="color:#006600;">Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:15</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into Heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the LORD hath made known unto us.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:16</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:17</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this Child. </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:18</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">2:19</span> <span style="color:#006600;">But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:20</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them. </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">2:21</span> <span style="color:#006600;">And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the Child, His Name was called JESUS, which was so named of the angel before He was conceived in the womb. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="color:#006600;">Merry Christmas to each and every one of you! </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#006600;"></p><br /></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-24540880131231966612009-12-02T18:47:00.003-05:002009-12-02T20:19:07.263-05:00Blogging about The Advent<div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4Tj_MZX1KCeGPGdXcVGrSVjr4UaPhdeeh5JZJWmPtFznfK8EfpTjwlYqnKUqLJEZPr-Ucc1T36oIRSO0eYC2LFw3J8tOtFXb5Whxf2DNtn_Yjwixg9dbIX8VZassi-e1ESTy/s1600-h/santa_kneeling_lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410805881677146514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4Tj_MZX1KCeGPGdXcVGrSVjr4UaPhdeeh5JZJWmPtFznfK8EfpTjwlYqnKUqLJEZPr-Ucc1T36oIRSO0eYC2LFw3J8tOtFXb5Whxf2DNtn_Yjwixg9dbIX8VZassi-e1ESTy/s400/santa_kneeling_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;">I just have to share this blog with y'all! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><p> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><a href="http://shinnyandshavings.blogspot.com/">Ice Shavings and Shinny</a>. Craig is an awesome writer and he is doing a series on his blog this month called The Advent. So far I love it! I can't wait for the next installment and it's only Day Two!! Make sure you go back and read his Caveman Chronicles too.</span></div><p><span style="color:#000099;">I remember my mother bringing one of those little Advent calendars home every year and how excited my sister and I would get over opening the next little door. We made a big production out of it, always after we ate our supper and the dishes were done, we would head over to the little calendar and take our turn opening the door. One night I got to open, one night Linda got to open and I think even one year Mom took a turn opening the little doors. That was such a simple little *tradition* yet we looked forward to it every year.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">We did the little Advent calendar for our kids as well, only by then it seemed it was impossible to find the calendars like we had, the ones with the little pictures behind the door. All we could find were the ones with candy behind the door. Mom came up with the idea to make our own one year so Jake and I spent the day making a cloth one right after Thanksgiving that year. We sewed little squares onto a panel and Jake took a marker and numbered the days on each square. Next we made little clothespin reindeer or snowmen to add to each square, that worked very well that year and it gave us some mother/son bonding time together. He remembers doing all that and even remembers how to make the little clothespin reindeer and snowmen.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">I have a few of those left that I use as decorations on the tree now. Each time I pull those little clothespins out, I remember the day when my little boy WAS a little boy and we sat together making those little things. What wonderful memories for me. Jake tells me he remembers that day every time he sees those little worn ornaments as well and since that is what I was hoping would happen, mission accomplished.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Anyway, be sure to head over to Craig's blog and read his series, you will not be disappointed. While you are there, be sure to click the *follow* button, he always has some awesome posts over there.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Enjoy and blessings to each and every one of you!</span></p><p></p><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-49770926914055004342009-11-10T00:04:00.006-05:002009-11-10T01:36:33.369-05:00The Rest of The Story.....<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402344090645804530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0-o2aSZTSVoxCuJ4C5gqlQU2kRf54Qa0D6kv2BTzMLHHAt-Sq10Y3hucYenMXz58R058sSRWJEoY1TL9apYdaMWcsnV02Og-Lcs3vKg4B1NpWhNzXtd9-x08A5Nen7qfj5Pn/s400/Montona.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#990000;">(my mother, Jerri)<br /><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">I posted this as my status update on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> earlier this evening~</span><br /></div><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#333300;">Feeding time once again at the C. house, organ night ~YUCK! Not my favorite meal of this raw feeding diet, I HATE liver, but the dogs love it & they need it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span>...</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Followed with this comment~</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><em><span style="color:#333300;">if you hear gagging, that would be me, the smell is disgusting! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">EEEWWW</span></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Now since then, I've had a number of comments about what others feed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">their</span> dogs and a few emails telling me they LOVE liver or asking me why don't I like liver? Any self-respecting southern girl loves liver and onions. Well, let me tell you, yes I was born in the south and I do live in the south now, and I do consider myself a southern girl BUT, I was raised in the DC area, not quite far enough north to qualify as a Yankee, but far enough to have grown up in a different culture than the culture here in my beloved Tennessee hills. So I guess you could call me a transplanted, somewhat northern, southern girl with a few northern habits and even more southern *traditions* </span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402344087282206738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dzMEHAIhYslHj1maGI1JbZ5PYISwSjW5jWOS6NKo_vz7cqbjQ18GdhW37Wz70YvpWyemjKhnCnIumNcj9pEOsjamtDOAhjwaCv32Z9ucxX9EZ2OxvOeGE9fqCKUCy-YMapQP/s400/Mom+out+west.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Now, my reason for this post? Well like the title says, I'm going to give you <em>The Rest of The</em> <em>Story</em> "Why I can't stand liver" The answer is really pretty simple, it makes me sick to my stomach, literally. There are no amount of onions in this state to cover up that horrible smell or taste, <span style="font-size:180%;">it's. still. liver. </span>I don't care what you cover it with, and trust me, I've tried it all.</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402344094077974130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjso0cgDBulz2mC8T-RGIH2ktCbmVe4fvMbvWelDRLlutqtsE5APW_Gi-jC0UTs3OzHgmKnyZ2G_KH5cDUt5KrHUHmcgWLBKvXhirTU_aR0MTEV5aIGlldmCzcckbKlohgBYXRH/s400/Mom+%26+Mikey.bmp" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">My wonderful mother was always a southern woman at heart. She raised my sister and I by herself, yet still managed to work a full-time job as a Deli Manager, keep a roof over our heads, keep clothes on our back and food in our belly. She managed to cook supper for us most nights. She managed to give us wonderful holiday memories and she instilled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span> of those "southern traditions" into both of us. </span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402347594491563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDa82ujHBzNt-ryiB2hcG_gyfZEtwpSyGfaHmFlM6QJKIBeWUoyyFwK0OD-wbesPn2alzwKc90-L-GB7QVVTeypevxkpT4sjurspFiCG7a-s906UnUmo-lRQgtZ3RFETXcCzzc/s400/retro+me.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">(circa 1979, L-R~my sister, Mom, me & my baby brother in the back)<br /></span></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">One of those "southern traditions" she stuck to for as long as I can remember.....liver and onions every Friday night!!! I HATED it!! I hated to see Friday come. I thought of all kinds of ways to be out of the house or eat at a friend's house, or be sick or whatever, so long as I could get out of eating that blasted liver! Most times, it didn't work. I cried, I begged, I pleaded, I sat there refusing to eat, (which I found out VERY quickly was the worst thing to do, I still had to eat it, only by then it was cold!) <span style="font-size:85%;">*insert gag*</span> I covered it with ketchup, I covered it with A-1 Sauce, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Worcester</span> sauce, Soy sauce, I think one time I even tried to make a sandwich out of it complete with the mayo on 2 slices of bread (don't try it, that was pretty awful) Mom wouldn't budge, I was eating that liver one way or another and if I made it worse by adding all that junk to it, then so be it. I would throw up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">every time</span> I ate the stuff, every single time! It literally made me sick to my stomach!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Finally it got to the point that Mom would say "Eat it or take a whipping" well, you guessed it, I took the whipping. For the longest time, can't even remember how long to be honest, maybe 6-8 months, I took a whipping every Friday night rather than eat that liver! </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I'll give y'all a minute to quit giggling........</span></div><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>, finished??</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><p><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">One day, many years later I brought Jake to Mom's and we were going to stay the weekend with her, we got there on Friday afternoon. Guess what was for supper?? Yep, liver. I smelled it the minute I opened the front door! I remember I started gagging as soon as I smelled it and I told her I would just go back home, let Jake stay the night and come back in the morning, I can't stand that smell. She rolled her eyes and said <em>"Oh fer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cryin</span> out loud, yer gonna stand there and tell me yer gonna get sick on yer stomach if you stay? You ain't no kid anymore, yer 28 years old and I promise I ain't gonna whip you if you don't eat it"</em> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">She rolled her eyes and muttered something else I couldn't understand, but I told her <em>"Mom I really can't stand the smell, it really does make me sick, my stomach is churning just smelling it. Now if you want it that's fine, if Jake wants some that's fine, but I can't eat it!"</em> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">I will never forget the look on her face when I said that and I will never forget what she said next..... <em>"You mean to tell me I whipped you all those Friday nights and you were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tellin</span> the truth? It really WAS <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">makin</span> you sick on yer stomach??"</em> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">I told her yes, I wasn't faking it, I wasn't just being a bratty kid, I really did get sick eating it. Her answer..... <em>"well I swan, I'm sorry I whipped you, but you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">shoulda</span> told me you really was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">gettin</span> sick"</em> Then she busted out laughing! Probably because my mouth was hanging open with my lower lip somewhere down around my knees!</span></div><p><span style="color:#000099;">Telling that story now makes me smile, remembering the look on her face and that sly little grin she would give, makes me smile. I miss my mother horribly, more today than ever, but I don't miss that Friday night liver!</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Now I leave you with a picture of what brought all this up to begin with, the bowls, filled with liver on a previous liver night at the C. house. Yes, I was gagging as I fixed it and my stomach was churning while I was standing over it smelling it, but I made it through once again. </span></p><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402344098615870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8uLIGqfqI7QRZtZbx3oaWJIoJsyXtMW5cefPq3bfMiSqUH1vAdStpJ7vZo7nrYXhEzbH5dFfP0hb7SVj0T3l3mrM2KMwGqfdGiyOzKR8vUHdSX9SVHvcsr2ibOkOSZBFx0kq/s400/Bullies105.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">For those wondering, my sister hates liver as much as I do, but she would eat hers, sometimes she would cry about it, just like I did, but she ate her liver and never *took the whipping* </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">My brother who was raised by my uncle, loves liver, go figure.</span></div><p></p><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></p><br /><p align="left"></p>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-3992813117182124942009-10-19T11:19:00.005-04:002009-10-19T13:31:03.611-04:00Goodbye my sweet Tink<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zPeSsYcieR9Hh-RwbkHFZ5B03hcNjX02o01rP_UIumZ4MuEjScot4x7MvduFADVQ8Ajpnj2D-jgo1q0QssI7nnI0hyphenhyphenCqWgQmZ02Wlg3WPdMb9pnn3bKQYgm_7Fi9Tw17mD3f/s1600-h/Family+n+Stuff197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394340273058429266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zPeSsYcieR9Hh-RwbkHFZ5B03hcNjX02o01rP_UIumZ4MuEjScot4x7MvduFADVQ8Ajpnj2D-jgo1q0QssI7nnI0hyphenhyphenCqWgQmZ02Wlg3WPdMb9pnn3bKQYgm_7Fi9Tw17mD3f/s400/Family+n+Stuff197.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Lounging on the couch</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZkWE577KxtWSZqhqr0E3Kg-VzNnU36dBBJZXy8H1Yqocaz5qHekCYMkfg6zuprLMDagr5-gKgeizBrsFUIJdb0gPsmxid7A5PshTNdxnOnmSf2eXvPFghG399qMx9w2IFhOC/s1600-h/Dachs2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394338481360358594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZkWE577KxtWSZqhqr0E3Kg-VzNnU36dBBJZXy8H1Yqocaz5qHekCYMkfg6zuprLMDagr5-gKgeizBrsFUIJdb0gPsmxid7A5PshTNdxnOnmSf2eXvPFghG399qMx9w2IFhOC/s400/Dachs2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Tink is on the right</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSCFiYZwwB6CA_lvKO1t_ht7-XquampNzLcD-6NNtnPDNMF1_VKJNxWNxNJnfDGlhId4XxgDH6dvMmkOkc4WrstA4XOStSp6-RBp-v12-4o4sJddPjK2v4tRyKGmqPZeoRBNo/s1600-h/Bullies086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394338466454495938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSCFiYZwwB6CA_lvKO1t_ht7-XquampNzLcD-6NNtnPDNMF1_VKJNxWNxNJnfDGlhId4XxgDH6dvMmkOkc4WrstA4XOStSp6-RBp-v12-4o4sJddPjK2v4tRyKGmqPZeoRBNo/s400/Bullies086.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Bossing the dogs in the camp set-up next door</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihaiYOAZuHKibRv7GjB6lZA-vo8EAepC0HdkyIcnKjzFfbn7UOrhjjSF831TLq-Bf2_NfT9Jb2KpkqqpDupG3MF28AhHBwIZW17AwOEBRJFolg3FPhiouQ53e1L48Mtx-ikX_V/s1600-h/Bullies088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394338458336814370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihaiYOAZuHKibRv7GjB6lZA-vo8EAepC0HdkyIcnKjzFfbn7UOrhjjSF831TLq-Bf2_NfT9Jb2KpkqqpDupG3MF28AhHBwIZW17AwOEBRJFolg3FPhiouQ53e1L48Mtx-ikX_V/s400/Bullies088.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Enjoying her bed at a dog show in Chattanooga, TN</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's a very sad day at my house today. I have to help one of my beloved babies cross the <a href="http://rainbowsbridge.com/hello.htm">Rainbow Bridge</a> later this afternoon. I hate it! I know it's best, but I hate it! Oh, how I wish our 4-legged babies could be with us longer.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Tink is our 14 year old Miniature Dachshund that I rescued 9 years ago from a horrible lady that had her only for making money. She is one of the sweetest, most patient, loving little rescues I have ever had. She is very easy going, wants to please and for a baby that lived such a horrible life before I saved her, she gets along well with the rest of my menagerie. She's very sociable and yet, in typical Dachshund style, could be stand-offish at times. She is very protective of her pack, especially me. She was a wonderful companion to my son while he still lived at home, loved him dearly and would *protect* him from any number of *boogey men* that might come into his room at night.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">The first 5 years of her little life was spent in a dirty crate, pregnant most of the time. She had 6 litters of puppies by the time she was 5 years old! SIX!!! That means she was bred every time she came into season, starting with her very first one! She came from a horrible woman who is now sitting in jail, thank goodness, after being convicted of animal abuse! HURRAY!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">I got Tink a few years before her POS ovwner was arrested. At the time, I was grooming at one of the local veterinarian's clinic and the POS that owned her had brought her in to be euthanized. Her reason? (and I quote) "the bitch only gave me one puppy last time, I can't make money that way" So rather than do what a responsible breeder would do, place her in a loving home, she didn't want to be bothered and wanted to euthanize her instead. I asked her if I could take her and find her a good home. She told me I could *have* her for $150, otherwise, put her to sleep. Well, I wasn't about to give this POS any money for her, so I left the room. I was so mad, but what was I going to do? Anyway, the vet came out and asked me if I really wanted to try placing this little girl and of course I said I would. The vet then went back to the room, told the lady (I use that term loosely) we didn't have time to euthanize her right this minute, but if she would sign the release form and leave her with us, we would euthanize her that afternoon. POS said fine, signed the form and left. The vet then brought little Tink to me and said, "Here, take her and find her a forever home."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">I brought her home and began working on her evaluation and getting her adjusted to living a *normal* dog's life. She had obviously rarely been out of that crate. She was terrified outside and would stand there so stiff I thought she would break. She didn't want to stay on the couch, or in a dog bed, or walk around on the carpet or hang out with the other dogs. All she wanted to do was go back to her crate. I had to keep the door to the crate closed just to keep her from going inside. She would sit there, by the door, waiting for me to open it back up. She had no idea how to potty anywhere besides her crate. She was afraid to eat anywhere except in her crate! In other words, her world consisted of her crate. It took me nearly a year to get her housebroken and acting like a normal dog and of course by then, I was so attached there was no way I was placing her. She stayed with me from then on. That was 9 years ago.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">I vowed she would live a happy life if I could give it to her and she would not end her life in pain or suffering. She had enough of that in the first 5 years to last 2 lifetimes. So, the time has come for me to honor that vow and keep that promise I made to her all those years ago and let her cross over. She has been a wonderful companion and has brought me and my family joy ten-fold and I thank the Lord above for allowing me to take this little Princess home with me that day 9 years ago.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Goodbye my sweet girl. Thank you for your years of love and faithfulness and companionship. Go play with your old buddies, Pixie, Blarney and Marilyn. Be sure to kiss your *Nanny* for me and tell her I love her. (*to my wonderful Mother: Please take care of her for me until I get there Mom)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div><br /></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-61630494524735716632009-10-06T16:08:00.004-04:002009-10-06T16:26:07.811-04:00Tuesdays At The Table<span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYhSLm6ywWLYPjJTAZYPguJaRnP2Q0th94fFfEMIlNFF-4uTU_BGfAwaurjHVb3kMNb3CJtCoJ3V4KGpDl7bNVTb_0KL37xshvNlUEW6zVLTuOW91T17kTkG2vXchPcy7yIxn/s1600-h/AllthesmallstuffTuesattheTableRedGi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389582362094860210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYhSLm6ywWLYPjJTAZYPguJaRnP2Q0th94fFfEMIlNFF-4uTU_BGfAwaurjHVb3kMNb3CJtCoJ3V4KGpDl7bNVTb_0KL37xshvNlUEW6zVLTuOW91T17kTkG2vXchPcy7yIxn/s400/AllthesmallstuffTuesattheTableRedGi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Now that I am back to blogging, I just had to get back into this meme. I LOVE it! I have found so many yummy recipes through this. These blogging women certainly know how to cook!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">To participate post a recipe or cooking hint on your blog, then head on over to Cole's place <a href="http://allthesmallstuff-cole.blogspot.com/">All The Small Stuff</a> look for Mr. Linky & post the link to your recipe. Be sure to link up to the TATT post. Then, and this is the most important part, check out all the other links for some great recipes!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">Now for my recipe of the week:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"><u>Crockpot Potato Soup</u></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">2 cans Campbell' Cream of Potato Soup</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">2 cans Diced Potatoes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">1 pint Half & Half</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">1 tsp pepper</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">1 cup Whipping Cream</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">Mix all ingredients in your crockpot & cook on low 4-6 hours.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">Serve with cornbread, crackers, bacon bits, green onions, shredded cheese or whatever else you may want.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">Talk about yuuummmyyy! Man did it hit the spot yesterday! And best of all, it's easy-peasy, I like easy-peasy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">So, head on over to <a href="http://allthesmallstuff-cole.blogspot.com/">All the Small Stuff</a> & add your recipe!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;">Blessed Be</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-54188701194417950812009-09-30T12:26:00.006-04:002009-10-01T19:07:28.905-04:00Retirement, House, Pampered Chef<div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSeEkimiraZD1e-l1scx6C-Y06NpsiPxsy6DQuWYuHN4Eusn5k4JDc0V9qC1WdfTiUn36YSmPkIQ3SlqZN_TcCTxcQLvctMoFVdYhRKi6t-e7vPUHbBUy4T87D_N3N_OABURi/s1600-h/Chinquapin+Grove083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387762626967021378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSeEkimiraZD1e-l1scx6C-Y06NpsiPxsy6DQuWYuHN4Eusn5k4JDc0V9qC1WdfTiUn36YSmPkIQ3SlqZN_TcCTxcQLvctMoFVdYhRKi6t-e7vPUHbBUy4T87D_N3N_OABURi/s400/Chinquapin+Grove083.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><center>(little thief showed up just as the sun was going down)</center></span><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Well let's see, where to start?? Been a while since I've been able to get on here & update you about anything and (for the 5 of you that are having Groomer Angie withdrawls) I apologize. <em><span style="font-size:78%;">*grin*</span></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000099;">How about we start with this?-- <u>WE ARE AT THE NEW HOUSE!!!</u> </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Notice I said <em>AT</em> not <em>IN</em>. We are here, but are sleeping in the motorhome for now. I love, love, love it, absolutely, no doubt about it, LOVE it! I knew I would, but I didn't have any idea I would love it out here this much!</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387710289868480530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7-36d4TIPyxcTR3saqJDuHVW7e_j0_utnJmOG_c6NKiwKEt-4woXLVY9z2xQFrhUHkHEFG8SyStES_oA_5qBbrYRgQpI6AXFuw0xWzMViaBqxlpnKkHbnCWJYS0Gqin738KF/s400/Chinquapin+Grove077.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731146907929634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsgkWNnszessDK2Cav2lOWlE4gLqGoHe4JWf-CelobD-gM_SSkpv_YL4a4_zueYf2rTIKSZNxaMMsObyiRjld9gtSDUQGkhC5uWGRd72K6iXgW2O0wIWHZ9621F8fxz_1FPwP/s400/Family+n+Stuff209.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br /><center>(we were using the tailgate for grilling since our stove hadn't been hooked up yet)</center></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I am not the only one, the dogs love it as well. All the barking I heard while at the other house has gone down by about 80%! They spend most of the day, sitting or playing in the 10 x 30 kennel we put up for them with their noses in the air & enjoying the sun. They seem to be fascinated with all the birds & I know they can smell the deer that come through here at dusk & at dawn. They do bark when the squirrels show up. They hate the squirrels. There are no bratty, mean children to pick at them anymore, no horns honking, no skateboards or bicycles running all over the place & we are ALL enjoying it. My blood pressure is the best it has ever been! DH says it's beginning to grow on him, he's always been in the city & is having to adjust to country life & all the things that go with it, mainly snakes. He hates them! So we have an agreement, I'll deal with the snakes when they show up, he gets to deal with the spiders. <span style="font-size:78%;">*shudder*</span></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387710313277976850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPylyvYEhvpMo0jb-r5xe8VzAdWfQhaG1EFR7uxpQ2UpsSYfGL-AlySAnttlyx0cMj6xlf1IiEsPoHezHU2ZJqtHQFZpU3_Z44mXDGvrmrbA8J8dXHCOvYggaqK0pkilq93y03/s400/Family+n+Stuff200.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387733642627717426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_eMcqx0EVundHVH0_O8F0TqHJOV6qIo-Z2_QcYPkkJMk0CDC93qHVZFtax7gIgtjyYvbtsuyTc-J4hEXdOj7CAu47XFwV6MANOAoLoqP25E0aZG9kgPlffioDkgv-lxTc7ni/s400/Family+n+Stuff202.jpg" border="0" />Our kitchen cabinets should be finished this weekend! WOOT! I am so tired of washing dishes in the bathtub. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*grin*</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">But I can do without the dishwasher for a bit in exchange for this serenity. We still have things at the other house to get out here, most of the little stuff is here, but we have some of the larger furniture to bring out yet, our bed, the couch, the entertainment center, things like that. It's all coming together, slowly but surely and now that I am retired, I can work on it at my own speed. </span></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731127142743666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCUUISa_4H2U2kgU6ifFiL6_VTC3UJfryZneVeGFCQZnd4HU3YuzSuJ8n1bTpOVWEDPg-voJLs-MswxUObAHn2czonwGSSIj06RuMbC9qzTN5DbHHyYga8fEHoJ0Y0eXuX2ta/s400/Family+n+Stuff082.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br /><center>(took this at the old house when the dishwasher broke, picture the same thing here with a white tub)</center></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Speaking of my retirement, all the letters went out last month & it is NOT going over very well with my clients. They are not happy, but I don't know what else I can do. I CAN NOT continue doing this, I just can't. My Doctor has been after me for a while now & I had a bad scare last month that made me decide it was time <em>now</em>! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When I ended up at the ER with heart attack/stroke symptoms, it scared me badly. Thankfully, it wasn't a heart attack, but we still haven't gotten to the source of my stroke symptoms. Tests showed that I didn't have one, but my body is saying otherwise. With a history of stroke in my family, I am not taking any chances, so I'm finally obeying my doctor. I am sorry this is making it hard for some of the clients, but I have to think about ME & what is best for ME, not what is best for everyone else. </span></span><br /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I have given everyone a great recommendation. I <u>know</u> she will take care of the dogs in the same way I do & as far as her grooming skills, well, since I am the one who taught her to groom, I am confident that she knows what she is doing. So, I have to find some way to deal with the clients that are continuing to call me & beg me to keep grooming their dog. I have to try to find a way to make them understand that yes, I have chosen to <em>stop</em> grooming dogs just as I chose to <em>start</em> grooming all those 30 years ago. Difference being, 30 years ago, it was a choice, now it's not a choice, I HAVE to choose retirement, for my sake. So....how do I make them understand?? I welcome any & all suggestions since I really don't want to have to change my phone number, I've had the same number forever. I'm starting to think getting a new number is the only way I will get any peace though. To tell the truth, I expected some fussing about me retiring, but not <em>this</em> much fussing. I have to admit too, it hurts my feelings a bit to hear them carry on about <em>them</em> & what are <em>they</em> going to do, while not even hearing me tell them that I Physically! Can't! Do! This! Anymore! or I will end up in the hospital! </span><span style="color:#990000;">(to those clients of mine that are reading this, please try to understand it has nothing whatsoever to do with you or your little dog or me not liking you, it has to do with me & the fact that I want to be able to enjoy life, which is something I have not been able to do in a long, long time because of the pain I'm in & my health steadily going downhill)</span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">OK, enough of that, now on with what I have been doing.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Two words--Pampered Chef! I absolutely adore the stuff! It's like Kick Off at the Redskins' season opener, Fireworks on the 4th of July, Winning Best of Variety at a dog show, Mardi Gras & Christmas all rolled up together! Ok, well maybe that's a bit <s>ridiculous</s>, <s>overboard</s>, exaggerated, but I mean to tell you their products are awesome! My aunt had a Pampered Chef Cooking Show at her house & I went, oh sweet mercy did we eat some gooooood food, all fixed in the microwave no less! So I booked a show of my own (held in my aunt's downstairs kitchen since mine is still not together yet, hers was held in her upstairs kitchen), we planned Baked Chicken, Mexican Layer Salad, & Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake, all made in the microwave!! </span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731139841336594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vPauatkABC6e1M0nXryu2chmAErpgy3tTnJp-14SMz9iC_1j60rpuAvj44h5r5L95KbZaykL249hiCwsZ2OpRwE2xVJtr4jzuHXU7WRoBPCjxMtBomycqAE1d6tv79nuHmM8/s400/Family+n+Stuff204.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Yes, that chicken was made in the microwave! 20 mins & it was done!! The cake was made in the microwave too! The center has those mini Reese Cups in it!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">It was pouring rain that day, I mean a real frog strangler & the only ones that showed up were me (of course), my sister Linda (on the left), my aunt Frances (middle) & Jane our consultant. I was a little disappointed with that, but I figured as much when the rain didn't let up. We didn't care, we all ate good & had a wonderful fellowship with each other that day. I'm seriously thinking about becoming a consultant for Pampered Chef, I could make a little extra money AND would be able to get all kinds of Pampered Chef stuff! :)</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731131021644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDBjYKkaTcWtEgzxbMKHsJdQaFzDH3UVLGzJ5VYtrBaStgPE_Ai-GDMUZGGcKMgG6CVx_snSjXT9dozxXXKmdjMfLhfveEMxuauBLejQjHCiElAjnDLuKfBxPlXTHaGTTkkvA/s400/Family+n+Stuff208.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I'm also still working on my stained glass & loving it as well, so don't worry about me in my retirement, I'm doing lots of things I enjoy. As I close this longer than I intended it to be post, look what I found at Wal-Mart.......</span> </div><div> </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387770688980866722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef4DjjrFWw3Lo3UNEIpkNaREQi7kUo7g2Va5Ij5YaQM2OgcwG0ajAucXMH-eQ_bxEhCgjj0hPlWWwWRhscolP1LXfoDPEO3MFww-IeFJP8Pae7QGhExm7ujCEkfolJqOjDOVl/s400/new+slippers+2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">You know I just <em>had</em> to have them! teehee</span><span><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Be blessed everyone,</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-84419944348159733752009-06-15T11:22:00.006-04:002009-06-15T13:49:16.436-04:00Retirement, here I come<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGWaRgTHAgrcwTv2LzVHAIqottmccQmA3I3ISx3YBHlTICKqqZufDor9YMTIWerqHrf82_biC-7bhA5lkOAvIdKwNuv7Y8TLlr-Rq43GCsJnab1okc-ws7op9F6RyzW3WFNoo/s1600-h/Bandit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589158347262530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGWaRgTHAgrcwTv2LzVHAIqottmccQmA3I3ISx3YBHlTICKqqZufDor9YMTIWerqHrf82_biC-7bhA5lkOAvIdKwNuv7Y8TLlr-Rq43GCsJnab1okc-ws7op9F6RyzW3WFNoo/s400/Bandit.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">(</span> <span style="color:#990000;">Bandit Crabtree)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Yes, you read that title right. After nearly 30 years in the pet business, I'm retiring. It's time, in some ways, it's beyond time. My health and my back have gotten to the point that I feel I <em>have</em> to quit before it gets any worse, but I'm ready, I really am. I've thought about it long and hard and yes, I am indeed ready to retire.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIx8sgGOHC7WIuoz0eN4aKRsKl2UoIqUrTetcrUx1A2cTayUaNZ7nIwLcUEfTEQ3oyd7JiRMVPuHWBwNmVunh_997Yx0xkvwecS1FP2cCjf_Z65Z11OhX5rGprUUAFapwEZ7f/s1600-h/Rio.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589148692600338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIx8sgGOHC7WIuoz0eN4aKRsKl2UoIqUrTetcrUx1A2cTayUaNZ7nIwLcUEfTEQ3oyd7JiRMVPuHWBwNmVunh_997Yx0xkvwecS1FP2cCjf_Z65Z11OhX5rGprUUAFapwEZ7f/s400/Rio.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">(</span><span style="color:#990000;">Rio Jackson)</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I can't complain, I have been very successful in this business. It has provided for me and for my son, I've met some wonderful people and some wonderful little dogs, I've made life-long friends that, if it weren't for grooming, I would never have known. That's the upside. The downside.......</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6MHo40f0BzxsLIqNbSS45KqhkzgzX7Sf9Qm5YSamhRD3BDPbrNKPBsCiUxYjFJ2A1lLQWapXGSsyCGW1PlG_yV5pJ3Xp1BPKVBwEYh2FXCJmluLFaZx824a8FcCTqzN7cTj5/s1600-h/Pepper_Malcolm_001_sized.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587671365036738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6MHo40f0BzxsLIqNbSS45KqhkzgzX7Sf9Qm5YSamhRD3BDPbrNKPBsCiUxYjFJ2A1lLQWapXGSsyCGW1PlG_yV5pJ3Xp1BPKVBwEYh2FXCJmluLFaZx824a8FcCTqzN7cTj5/s400/Pepper_Malcolm_001_sized.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">(</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Pepper Malcolm)</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I am in constant pain, I have discs in my back that are nearly gone. I have scars from bites and scratches, I have carpal tunnel, and a couple of nerves in my hands that just plain don't work anymore from being bitten. Most days, I can hardly move by the time I finish working, much less think about doing anything beyond working when I finish my day. I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain and it's taking it's toll on everything I do. Grooming is not <em>"playing with little puppies all day" </em>It's extremely hard work and trust me, after this many years in the business, I can tell what it's done to me, physically. I would wager, if you ask any groomer that has been in the business for 15 or more years, they will tell you the same thing. I KNOW they would, 75% of my friends are life long groomers and they DO tell me that.!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa0oXfonV-_GTLRB3z-OaO0m95v2Jx43hT4ILOkIu3qymRxCG4DxrtzXND8BAdPhlc_qqufnE09fn7ACzT_ZG7sYbBcI385aVKId0SL8C6sR1UgXl_sReHX1GqJ1DYYb5V1qY/s1600-h/MistyJosieJ.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587668903931554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa0oXfonV-_GTLRB3z-OaO0m95v2Jx43hT4ILOkIu3qymRxCG4DxrtzXND8BAdPhlc_qqufnE09fn7ACzT_ZG7sYbBcI385aVKId0SL8C6sR1UgXl_sReHX1GqJ1DYYb5V1qY/s400/MistyJosieJ.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">(</span>Misty & Josie Jones)</span> </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;">My friend, Paul and I (who has been grooming for almost 35 years now) have always joked that someone will probably have to push our wheelchairs to the table and put the scissors in our hands before it's all said and done. We've been saying that for years, but I honestly don't want it to be true. :) From the looks of things, if I keep pushing myself like this, it WILL be true and how scary is that??</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZWgh1CPrt5WTx6UhWyl9zC09Y-jw04m22d1dHOnEm78-uu7IWq6coJPV_LoZzIzQhXXs7utzoTqGi8RaDMi0nqW03WOJa9djHMM8i1FqgdwPyMzNzs0Y8bH2Ez8fg8AS5BUx/s1600-h/Honey.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587661386319618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZWgh1CPrt5WTx6UhWyl9zC09Y-jw04m22d1dHOnEm78-uu7IWq6coJPV_LoZzIzQhXXs7utzoTqGi8RaDMi0nqW03WOJa9djHMM8i1FqgdwPyMzNzs0Y8bH2Ez8fg8AS5BUx/s400/Honey.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">(</span> <span style="color:#990000;">Honey Harry)</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;">So, after talking all this over with my DH, we have decided, the time has come. If I am going to have any quality of life at all, I HAVE to. I will be doing this slowly at first. I'm not going to just stop all at once, I will be phasing out so to speak. Letters will begin going out next week. </span><br /></span><br /></div></span></span></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8y4e2sN-w-8E9dgilLy-QJkQJIm18bRxEg3wYbERIP8apZdqxwME0FTZSZ9v6fycY4foBjih1T9hGXN_K-Xzc8Wjk-yRvxiNAJVNyrccUCoGqsr3LUWoIJdFOzb2prnkIrcEn/s1600-h/Ginger.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587657947038194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8y4e2sN-w-8E9dgilLy-QJkQJIm18bRxEg3wYbERIP8apZdqxwME0FTZSZ9v6fycY4foBjih1T9hGXN_K-Xzc8Wjk-yRvxiNAJVNyrccUCoGqsr3LUWoIJdFOzb2prnkIrcEn/s400/Ginger.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">(</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Ginger Patrick)</span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I won't just leave everyone hanging without a groomer. I will be sending out a recommendation, along with an index card with the information their next groomer will need in order to give the dogs the same clip I have been giving them. All you have to do is take the card with you to your first appointment and they should know how I have been grooming your pet and what clip you are used to getting. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I am recommending my sister, Linda. I taught her to groom over 15 years ago and she is wonderful with the dogs. She won't mistreat them and since I taught her to groom, her technique is the closest to mine that you will be able to find in this area. She is good to the dogs and she knows what she is doing. She's located in Bristol, VA and her shop is called <u>Family Pet Grooming</u>. You can find her in the phone book. Or you can contact me for her information. (I'm reluctant to put her number and address in here for all the world to see) At any rate, she is the only one I would recommend AND she grooms cats too.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><div align="center"></span><span style="color:#990000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrupOpHrjQV8oyPeV1QboQOBUbKA4F3RiMhdjWF7hKSlyUoViRk5sk66EHkWZL02fbCcWsjLOSoJbm8kfQNYfsmbt7J4ldADTH1NsomHDjPNSXosxca9N5luwN2rOqH2W-F1BR/s1600-h/babyevans.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587654932510594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrupOpHrjQV8oyPeV1QboQOBUbKA4F3RiMhdjWF7hKSlyUoViRk5sk66EHkWZL02fbCcWsjLOSoJbm8kfQNYfsmbt7J4ldADTH1NsomHDjPNSXosxca9N5luwN2rOqH2W-F1BR/s400/babyevans.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">(</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Baby Evans)</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I want to thank all of you who have trusted me with your babies. Thank you for letting me enjoy them and for sharing them with me. Thank you for your friendship over the years and for making my career a successful one. I will never forget the joy some of those little kids have brought me. Don't worry about me "missing it" remember, I have enough of my own kids that need grooming to keep my hands in it. :)</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;">I am looking forward to the next phase in my life, spending quality time with DH, working with my show dogs, working on our new house, working on stained glass projects and just plain enjoying life surrounded my the loves of my life. I will continue to post in this blog, after all, I will still be alive and doing things, just not grooming. So be sure to keep my blog in your favorites and see what all we have been up to.</span></div><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><em>(All of the kids in this post have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. They are just a few of the ones I miss and will miss.)</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><em></em></span></p><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" /></a><br /><br /></div></span></span>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-62762088629907153572009-06-06T14:59:00.011-04:002009-06-06T18:17:07.083-04:00Workman Problems & Crazy Woman Update<span style="color:#000099;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314563897984498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1fDMd1eVKstlHGhZFULEkhRKxV8x7Ls3xGgw_gblgdwLRxON93mfll3Cv_d7RyeuUXcsGmESDiLfRC0aVgv_16yVCZM3MgcXFQscGSjbroOZMxPxTK9jEba7-7oEHKaYpA-o/s320/from+dining+platform.jpg" /> <span style="color:#000099;">I've had a few people ask me how the new house is coming and whatever happened with the crazy lady that used to live there, so I figured it was about time I gave everyone an update. Hope it doesn't turn out too long, but if it does, remember ya'll asked! :P Problem is, where to begin? </span><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#000099;">The remodel on the house is still not finished!! (*<span style="font-size:85%;">insert a vision of me screaming and pulling at my hair here</span>*) Do you realize how hard it is to find someone that actually WANTS to do the work you ask them to do? <em>And</em> in a timely fashion?? Apparently, you get one or the other, but not both with most folks. Thankfully though, we have found someone that does just that, at last! This guy has done more in 2 weeks than the last guy did in 2 months! Hey, we don't know anything about remodeling a house, I'm a DOG GROOMER for crying out loud, I can "remodel" any dog you ask me to, but not a house. DH has owned his own food business for the last 34 years and now runs our automotive repair shop, WE. DON'T. DO. HOUSES! At any rate, we ended up telling the last guy to hit the road and found someone else to finish the job. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">Living Room before and after floor is finished now</span>*)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308342038816146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJ9JbmNUi486WcQHLdyZlVoc616WiLEuLqrR0VtFpikgJCUMA6xajYz7yHFTxobRei3S5dUZcHivNdKzaIqHkR5Z5uuTjbI1xUGzFn2QAChx5Mak17yCv3M3oyqLzuKPsFbWe/s320/living+room.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308348405759058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXfgJqGR_pqrXZL645KEMw6L3r0874U4z8pDZUK5fWISwJphsrW1wquPvK92u31CAtE-reNiFJZE4NBTqLo5EuLzOmkiotWdhGVyKyIY2D8I3DefRNmUiyJveNVs21ZXngO46/s320/Chinquapin+Grove044.jpg" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Carpenter #1 was nickel and diming us to death, needing this, needing that, finding this on sale and that on sale, things we did not need, but that he thought "would look good" in the house. It got to the point that I felt like he was working on HIS house, not ours and he was beginning to see it that way himself. After nearly 2.5 months there, the only room that was completely finished was the living room! None of the other rooms were ready to move anything into, the kitchen was still without the cabinets he was supposed to build and no sink. The Spare Room still didn't have the closet enlarged and a door put on, nor did it have the trim put back up or the tile put down. The Bathroom was/is still sheetrocked, no paint, no medicine cabinet, no trim. The Dog Room still needed trim, tile on the floor, another closet fixed and the door worked on. The Hallway still needed tile put down, panelling replaced and stairway worked on. My Stained Glass Studio still needed paint, trim and a door. The only rooms in the entire house that didn't need something done were the Living Room (which really only needed to be tiled and paint touched up) and the Master Bedroom (which we weren't doing anything with other than paint and that was done) 2 months and every room he was working on was still only half finished! Then to top it all off, the weekend we let him go, he called and asked if he and his wife could go camping out there!! For crying out loud, you sure that's not what you have BEEN doing? Needless to say, in the words of an old Roy Clark song that comes to mind <em>Thank God and Greyhound He's Gone</em>!!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Now, on to Carpenter #2~He's been there for 2 full weeks and we have tile on all the floors, the Bathroom only needs painting now, the Spare Room is trimmed, the closet is finished and he will be adding a box type thing to the ceiling to cover that awful, tacky looking air return hose from the heat pump that the previous owner didn't bother to do anything with. <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;">The tile in the Dog Room and the Spare Room is called "Sunset" I love it! Wish I had found that for the Living Room, but that's ok. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">ugly return hose in spare room being covered</span>*)</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308331484929394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAMRzflNCUieY24Lt8cXwrPQDBP5O3ISQzCGqBEc8-KukEcm22OTlatcShxWFdXYQTfIGyvLykmy2G-SWAkVSxfL6TzXd2tRvHskTomLsSq1gFUEfXpPvWd5G9lo3UDzecYDr/s320/Chinquapin+Grove062.jpg" /><span style="color:#000099;">The Dog Room now has a fixed door, new tile, trim and is ready to go. The Hallway looks great and just has a couple of minor things to finish up. The staircase still needs doing, but I haven't figured out what I want to do with it. Any ideas? Hardwood? Tile? Anything but carpet. </span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">hallway before panelling was put up</span>*)</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308338791379506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2aiqKTM87L3gnvTX2s7Hm42W6u3iftq_hNm9xNhOi0OCdw3SBO2g0yqdVYSYeSrpWH-AecbUIyZ9aZzXQLMg0TLVEt3J9ysT2JRLP602SHCYJTc0L2idQ-sDc_r_l2sjmopR/s320/Chinquapin+Grove070.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I found this cute border tile to put in each doorway, I love it! It breaks the tile up nicely I think.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314559546597298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TV7-sa3FbMSmrR9F-h1cpp77EaGEIZD459tS7jWdlm1s9rjZX8vMKaUxcPsERcYGBMDaXHtm2271cJGI28PmyZPvHOa7xvW0Q5ZVCPU3n9IeyFjyepOhaaAyO2NDUJW5M03A/s320/Chinquapin+Grove060.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div><div><span style="color:#000099;">The Kitchen is the last thing he is doing and he's due to start on that this week, so keep your fingers crossed that we will be in there by the end of the month! I hope so, the kids are out of school now and apparently we've had about 10 more move in the neighborhood over the winter! The dogs HATE it! And the noise is even worse than last year! It's driving me crazy! Those of you that have been around for a while know what kind of problems I have here with the <a href="http://groomerang.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-soooo-ready.html">neighbors</a> and this neighborhood, so I won't go into that in this post.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">We've also had the driveway widened so the motorhome can get up in there and had a french drain put in to stop the water from coming into the house. That guy was finished in 2 weeks as well, so we have managed to find at least 2 people that do thier job! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">shot of our driveway before and after the widening</span>*)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344305398328616530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqI_gMW5KDPEfUPidzOXTr8W76FeR064x6aDYZfv6Ymho0R2PEHu3-SibN_ef4g4vW9-rzdXX9lPBGXrW8CaD0wDq1rKs0ZM5QlTHRZrVhJedrDFbcqHFjf0wUKkustgJsEWUt/s320/entrance+driveway.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344305401026015202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJByhjrA2caeS5JdZlTfhy3WlQIQYVtWpn4IFPM9Yd6Kdv6eEA5hDjFnGOrrxDDKnNtVPhSpOBIP1eoXKQ4hT2gDYuxqTOfK7RmEjDOp95I6hIXsbpLjJusYEVgxoCdJXADCoD/s320/Chinquapin+Grove059.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344305407272169762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEn3mvy5R6BIGnOI2rMytZzBVKUl7Q6Ht0YBuPjMHLXEo4c8BblgVaD9OYfND9tAIAD0NZnIf52TcxE1FLaQRaa66ouQj3T4dBsInuyYssupGjRTETlgDMc2Erq8J-UyEG2TQJ/s320/Chi%3Cspan%20class=" /><span style="color:#000099;">Ok, update on crazy woman that used to live in our house. <a href="http://groomerang.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-zone-marathon-come-to-life.html">I posted here</a> about her husband committing suicide in the out building on the property and the fact that she had his urn buried on the property? And how she was constantly coming to the house to "visit" him, nose around, then write notes complaining about things? Well, we got her to come remove his ashes and take them with her. I know that sounds harsh to some of you, but this woman was/is just a little on the crazy side, she really is! </span></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314550544413186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NspVUfi4rP-84TmOOiyG_Xq0pkPsix2j9S-eRYq6e4kR90A7GYAx5um8A_ga989bEvDUzsvuNyLdjuoiSOkvQYUWQsnyMhfKSQlorlQll42wCF34RAFhia3ceepl-TKsSjoh/s320/Chinquapin+Grove039.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">the hole the urn was in</span>*)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">She had left her number on a couple of the notes and after one such trip of hers and the neighbors calling us to tell us there were people coming and going at all hours up there, we called her and asked her to remove him. She threw a FIT! Telling us how that "house was MINE before you all bought it!!" And that she had every right to come up there to "visit" him. We informed her that we have talked to the Sheriff's Office and we have No Trespassing signs up and that she was breaking the law coming and going as she pleased. We set a date to meet her there and had a Deputy on hand to make sure things stayed calm. Let me tell you, she did NOT want the Sheriff's dept there AT ALL! The woman is a bonafide NUT! She had the Deputy looking at us as if we had horns and pointed tails, convinced she suffered from Lupus and was unable to do anything (she could traipse around through the woods nosing around the house just fine until he arrived)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344314546845885858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hsPYLMJFNDDfIxvcajt0H2SvXy_zMYonkc2BDrIUkTm5TJQU4R8E6KC9Vh6KkUPZcwmyNMHOAdGRwzmswKERzw71MLhyPGOIE2pjKJRJwQ-DKVWeZQiSa0LjJCCAe8mz3tFa/s320/Chinquapin+Grove040.jpg" /> <span style="color:#000099;">(*<span style="font-size:85%;">below </span><span style="font-size:85%;">you can see the nut and the Deputy coming out of the woods</span>*)</span><br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344331353816559042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCyLyheWI4ufjR05BSdWRygFaUk02GXH9ItpIfh1jgzzLiSKIxATd7At7lnCXdd4QeoNeyuERjL9S0LkeiUmUDyxS5ERx3dd8na2drWnCVUVWvq_j-5LijMVLr9aUNQbBvDMZ/s400/Chinquapin+Grove042.jpg" /><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;">She spent alot of her time trying to talk us out of making her remove him. But we were adament, move him! See, I would have considered letting her leave him there and come visit if she called first and let us know she was coming, but as time went on, she was getting more and more weird. Almost like she blamed us for buying HER house. She questioned and complained about work being done, she saw the old carpet laying outside and wanted to know why we removed it. She had looked through the windows and wanted to know why we painted and why we put tile down, what was wrong with how she had it? Then she started in on "Well you know how my husband died don't you?" We told her yes and she said "You don't have a problem with the fact that he did it right here on the property?" Started about how she and the kids missed the place and how much her husband had loved it and he wouldn't have liked what we were doing. DH had told her we had signs up and a chain across the driveway now and that we didn't want her there. Her answer? "The chain doesn't matter, I park at the curve and walk through the woods anyway" It was getting so I was really beginning to worry about what this woman would be capable of, especially if she decided that WE were the reason for all her troubles because we bought the house. Having her remove her husband was the simpliest thing to do in order to stop her from coming and going as she pleased. So far, there haven't been any signs of her coming back. We have cameras set up all around the house now with the security system and can watch from anywhere we have an internet connection. So far, so good, I think we are shed of the crazy lady. Keep your fingers crossed that it stays this way.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Now, this post is long enough, but I leave you with a shot of me & Peggy Sue napping on the couch, never mind the circles under my eyes, I have been having the worst time sleeping lately and it's beginning to take it's toll.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344320998068178402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2wpnHhbZ72RG4yyvLHQMqSJ5TVYdfd43Cn5VKBdiiVPEKNLAxMhg49obBMvcAE5UHB61ME5ZEqGTcgXFgWvoh_7h6j_QvS6bdMQ7I0s4Kb1kHmT71fCnoL9Li9j6qyVwMthM/s320/Family+n+Stuff124.jpg" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Until next time, be blessed friends,</span></div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-76077952776068009042009-05-29T12:11:00.008-04:002009-05-29T13:40:37.395-04:00Trophy Photos<span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283395104100402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnmz29fG0luHltlCWMO4Dn3MOr0WhygszAiF-1MqJhjEjiiMg8VkdnGpLXXk_Dzbwo7d0mJMQ6svuYp2Vf0gwXYwT-OW0_xIz_qPZP5k6p4-7PgJxtBgIXfPI1QfpCrGCkwkhzA/s320/Lily+lantern.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341284898865447698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy12AJgySPZxi7TzTSBo0SLK6URLzCI6BnXDAzUU2QesiMSo9QoOpNnmIlnvX9x0qj7PCSPlGWRoq8hDjHRrfK1klQD3w_z-YJS5N6A0lenreYECD6ZBarFfY_pRzxLjtYA6uYDg/s320/Glass026.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Now that things have finally settled down to a small, containable riot around here, I thought I would post some pictures of the trophies I made for our show. Total made: 18 Fan lamps and 4 Table Lanterns. The first photos are of the 3-sided Table Lanterns that I did for Best in Show & High In Trial. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283401953791090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOPcapSqwjsdgRy51po3gdvrvgUeLZXQHfQ-6LO9Y8GTOsmfTNP_xfh8TUfiyJ_hzPhP6nPFAAy8aNvIpSO_xAWSJLHxxpFk6fPV8KWdAjJ6tFS8ZdSkvvDf1H1q-NneGxneiKA/s320/glass036.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341284904725484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1SNH996I2R-9SzKsnM_zFIU4jOeXayAQr6nkS0f50YobbxrpBeJMV50kzbgLPYAbWH2chSgdUvIXfkc_RYR4bVaSICqYT93XTixeJkGNyvYZNv4SVGWuc8uQbFWddng2bF5Svw/s320/glass035.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I didn't think to make sure to get a shot of the entire trophy table, I'm hoping maybe one of the other club members took one. I also didn't have lights on in the Calla Lily ones, but the shots turned out nice. The fan lamps were made for Group 1, High Combined and Best Junior Handler.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283396495013186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFdFy10iv8jbXk5l0dyrQ8u1sYw6LwkPPrd5AmepzmPmSfU1jLadcPBuLirHhawvDdmmEBqQsRE4A-fBUi6AFTQ0AGc2TSxFxKLpWTMXiM2KhJcKl71wQP49CGTVjXj8-FD4V5Q/s320/Iris+Fan.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">The Calla Lily lamps turned out very nice, I was really happy with them. I think I'm going to make one for myself. :)</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283387291871762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0Qmo5FCmbZ1ISYvPWI8Yi4Y8TchaF5Y4ajltIaqJWEI5PtH9PTgCYK091Kx3Zdsb6vHLgG67Ac_w-n1q_wLKqbSGpejhqhoBCYWqJjon2teU4IgXGSa72hmSDTOz2HEPv282hA/s320/CallaFan%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">The flower is a deep wine color, hard to see it, because the picture makes it look black, but it really is a beautiful color.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I hope to get a post written showing the steps it takes to make one of these lamps soon.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Next project.......</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Bull Terrier trophies for my regional club's speciality in November, and another fan for a fellow blogger who fell in love with the ones I was making. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I am going to open an Etsy shop as well and hope to start selling different things online, lamps, suncatchers, tissue boxes, clocks, etc. I have lots of ideas floating around in my head.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I have a program on the computer that will let me make patterns and I hope to be able to make things with the less common breeds of dogs. It's hard to find things for breeds like Bull Terrier, Chinese Crested, Dandie Dinmont, Bullmastiff, Irish Wolfhound, Japanese Chin, just to name a few, I hope to remedy that in a small way at least. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">This program is wonderful, if you can dream of something you would like in stained glass, the program makes it possible. :)</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Until next time,</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-48776507696633241112009-05-23T09:41:00.003-04:002009-05-23T09:51:48.385-04:00Why I hate to vacuum....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Ya'll thought I was only kidding about the Bullies not letting me clean house in peace, didn't you??</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">They do the same thing with brooms, mops, window cleaner spraying, etc, etc, etc.</span><br /><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hh-xRcJk-tk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hh-xRcJk-tk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">I'll be back later with the story of how our dog show went last weekend.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-83060515171700940672009-05-19T09:10:00.002-04:002009-05-19T09:14:11.300-04:00Home again<span style="color:#000099;">We're back from the show weekend, tired, cranky, hurting and glad it's over. Pappy showed his hiney BIG TIME!! Needless to say, he didn't show since I was not about to let him act out in the ring in front of the whole place. More later about the weekend, right now, I have to go back to work. (Dang it)</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-36328023612209710312009-05-13T16:35:00.002-04:002009-05-13T16:40:16.098-04:00We're Outta Here!<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">We're off to the dog show, be back the first of the week!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Ya'll behave now! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Angie</span>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-13054079533731952912009-05-02T11:19:00.000-04:002009-05-02T11:20:17.877-04:00A different kind of blog swap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVR-Kph-2o0jzX-owNrUR4Kvndx9lGK5EQ-6D6_EMpB8vdIC1xE7nxcaioAMoI9ziBYGij80Nw1jjyDKNOk1dpsSdaL9U85ctfC9ULWFb_ooF__25Abfpfn74_ZDwMU9mJj3Wn/s1600-h/Family+n+Stuff086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331244506921725778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVR-Kph-2o0jzX-owNrUR4Kvndx9lGK5EQ-6D6_EMpB8vdIC1xE7nxcaioAMoI9ziBYGij80Nw1jjyDKNOk1dpsSdaL9U85ctfC9ULWFb_ooF__25Abfpfn74_ZDwMU9mJj3Wn/s320/Family+n+Stuff086.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I finally had a little time to sit and read some of my favorite blogs. Normally when I'm working on my stained glass I do all of it in the spare room (can't wait to get in our new house where I'll have a little studio to work in, but <em>that's</em> a whole 'nother story) Anyway, when I get down to the foiling portion of the project, I bring the pieces in the living room and either watch tv or surf blogs while I'm foiling. You can see someone is always on my lap while I'm trying to do something, here's Peggy Sue our Toy Poodle watching Andy Griffith with me (look at the tv screen)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"><br />Well, I found the cutest little blog and she is having a blog swap that is right up my alley. <a href="http://butterfly-wyldechylde.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-gonna-be-fun.html">The 2009 Dog Swap</a> Now, I know you've all seen the swaps most blogs have and probably participated in a few of them. This one is a little different, instead of getting a partner that you find cute little things for and swap people things with, in this one you get a partner and you swap doggie things for your dogs! Now how cute is that idea? I signed up right away (does that surprise you? haha) and can't wait to find out who my partner is.<br />There is a spending limit and a limit of up to 3 dogs. So head on over to my new friend <a href="http://butterfly-wyldechylde.blogspot.com/">Sprinkles' blog</a> and read all about it, sign up and join in the fun! I can't wait! This is such a cute idea! A big thank you to Sprinkles for doing this!<br /><br />Now I'm off to work on some more trophies on this rainy, gray day.<br /><br />In the words of Andy Taylor on the Andy Griffith Show....Ya'll Act like somebody today!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-47996995838305620702009-05-01T01:15:00.007-04:002009-05-01T11:24:19.409-04:00Trophies and an Award<span style="color:#000099;">The trophies are coming right along and they will be finished on time, thankfully. I just tend to worry a little too much about things like that, even when I know I shouldn't. I tell you though, being sick with whatever that bug was for 2 weeks did NOT help matters a bit!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I am missing all my favorite blogs big time! I miss doing Tuesday's at the Table with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com">Andrea</a>, I miss <a href="http://parkersgowest.blogspot.com/">Mari</a>'s Slow Cooking Thursday, I miss <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.frominmatestoplaydates.com">Julie's daily dose of crazy</a>, heck, I miss all of you! I promise though, I will be back as soon as our dog show is over and things have gotten back to normal around here (well what DH and I call normal) </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The dog show is on May 16 and 17, and since I am the Parking Chair, we are going to take the RV down on Thursday and I will just stay there until Sunday. DH will be down Friday after work to help and he will stay the rest of the weekend, so I'll only be there one day and one night without him. Our friends with the Bullmastiffs are always there to help park the RV's as well, so it will be a busy 2 days! Most folks start coming in on Friday, so I want to be there to mark off the reserved spaces and help get some of the other things set up. I will be showing Pappy, the baby of the bunch on Sunday, wish us luck.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Now for the award Jan at <a href="http://jansplaceusa.blogspot.com/">Jan's Place</a> gave me, I was so honored to get this! Thank you so much for thinking of me, I really appreciate it. If you haven't met Jan yet, head over there and meet her, her horses and her dogs. You'll find a down to earth, neat lady! Is that not the cutest award?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866376841969794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiY41Dah9GjJDiBwIjjSAQmVyT3IyeYRWNMrTtkm-gjD4sjaJJufjm4gTcKnuumpXqzNNkQ9o1NA_YuW41FmrjC-Dz6g2xYk3P_k5A4x00nVR4s0hYO5BZQkPPAa0mD68_do0A/s320/awardfromjan.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;"></span> <div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Here's how it works:</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">2) Pass the award to up to 15 other blogs that you've newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Coming up with 15 blogs is not going to be easy, there are so many great ones out there and I have to admit, alot of the blogs I visit are Dogs with Blogs, so I'm including both 2-legged and 4-legged friends in this list. ;) Also, most of these are not newly discovered, but ones I enjoy reading. Here they are in no particular order:</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">1) Cindy at <a href="http://talesfromthewinterdark.blogspot.com/">Tales from the Winterdark</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">2) Rachel at <a href="http://rachelsdoggielife.blogspot.com/">A Doggie Life</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">3) Allison at <a href="http://reflectionsofadogmom.blogspot.com/">Reflections of a Dog Mom</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">4) Farrah at <a href="http://oldfashionedhomekeeper.blogspot.com/">Old-Fashioned Homekeeper</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">5) Andrea at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com">My Chihuahua Bites </a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">6) Erin at <a href="http://erinminusguidedogs.blogspot.com/">Life of a College Student</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">7) Rosie at <a href="http://parkersgowest.blogspot.com/">Reading Rosie</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">8) Deb and the Bullies at <a href="http://nybullybrats.blogspot.com/">NY Bully Brats</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">9) Mari at <a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/">My Little Corner of the World</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">10) Clive and the Little Man at <a href="http://assistdogautism.blogspot.com/">Assistance Dog for Autism</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">11) Julie at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.frominmatestoplaydates.com">From Inmates to Playdates</a></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">12) My own <a href="http://thetnbullterrors.blogspot.com/">Kids In Dog Suits</a> (so they can pass it to doggie friends)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">13) Catsmum at <a href="http://susaninstitches.blogspot.com/">Susan in Stitches</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">14) MW at <a href="http://doggonedmysteries.wordpress.com/">DogGonedMysteries</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">15) Karen at <a href="http://karensbrae.blogspot.com/">Karensbrae Terriers</a></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">If you have already received this award then that means you do indeed have "One Lovely Blog"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">so accept it in the manner in which it was given and know you are doing a great job! ;) </span></div><div align="left"> </div><div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Lastly, I have had a couple of requests for pictures of my glass trophies I have been working on, so here you go....</span></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866098741178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotHNPP_4VFVv5iTmDcV1wmJIT6cGAkR3vmf4tfopmIHbuahqNNQuKML6_DhDuH_2rDI3izkbnhLeX5mdSOoxIYS2g9hoa8s4kavj39Nu_qGtokP1JzFyuOUf5Xs6QSV51tlDl/s320/Glass029.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866103551003378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JlOM0Fx7FiprJmTqr6ax6UiDhnzImIeiakopBuq_uTa-wVXdumeI3WJdbSdI-IwljiVuECamIDR73vmiVQIj3uxMgMk-es2Nk3qkY0LHnq6wU8ePfLGK5D0gXyxW1wpywoGc/s320/Glass030.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866110883825426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHhiFB7f6AWiAhn0aSnqDYZcf3qKavhAWvzcgGhpo4xSRlh06FEmFS4Y-EhtpCwbQYq2YTizmgCWTZhsqfpLIrf-LIrksi2sNz6_L3mxCMf-CO-zEVsQ9tag6fPF_MeUo0Rfz/s320/Glass028.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866111781539618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI51N4FjE5yQR6cZ05MH85I4YkrFJC97TmQIMZe8zBpGEbItXhkDeyS12pHWeraakywjCCH0wlBcFn79dGPlcm25BkXhuQ_JRGl9DC84kgHkRKf3AthkObuRviVC3xWus8HTFY/s320/Glass026.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866115986267906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_wO7ZEqNJdejwh3R1wG4WtScy_8q8JpxtiBvYW6Kz8Qdp4O7J1xA8R-nf4cMntMRF2KPRUJzndyZfvUEH3ZqywfEskeKOxdSqt6WbOvdWde7nIX6bYnjCaFB-0fn4xxr5vHZ/s320/glass035.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The fan lamps are what we are giving for Group 1 and High Combined (Obedience) and the 3 Panel table lantern is for Best In Show and High In Trial. The last shot is what my table looks like right now. I have them all turned over to solder the backs first. I have found if I do all my soldering at one time, they come out more uniform. Seems my soldering skills vary from day to day. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;"> I'm outta here for a bit, gotta get back on those trophies. </span></div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /><br /> </div></div></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-72063091906701521082009-04-28T23:09:00.002-04:002009-04-28T23:16:16.579-04:00I'm still here<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">I haven't forgotten you guys or my blog. I'm sorry I haven't been around to visit with you much lately, it's been a little on the crazy side here.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I've been sick with some kind of 'creeping crud' and I've been working like a mad woman trying to get these stained glass trophies finished for our dog show next month. I may be scarce for the next 2 weeks, it's getting down to the wire with the show and I am trying to get all my duties done. I'll be back regularly when I get this show past me.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I want to say a big Thank You to <a href="http://jansplaceusa.blogspot.com/">Jan</a> for the award! I'll post about that tomorrow if I get a minute! Meantime, ya'll go visit her, you'll love her blog!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-81447328721322795812009-04-20T01:28:00.003-04:002009-04-20T01:37:11.521-04:00Happy Birthday Mom!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr1AZO9CKr3VZXvy1IFpj1sRLY5-2yOBBi8q4EqXStaf7HC1YbzJjJKHSyAJekzbsVAf8GoRcQhnLvvIKp7DpkhLZkedd61yq5Bc3H9SrOqidyHuQJ2o4Kd1n1gY-MSMicWKZ/s1600-h/Montona.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326643069540034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr1AZO9CKr3VZXvy1IFpj1sRLY5-2yOBBi8q4EqXStaf7HC1YbzJjJKHSyAJekzbsVAf8GoRcQhnLvvIKp7DpkhLZkedd61yq5Bc3H9SrOqidyHuQJ2o4Kd1n1gY-MSMicWKZ/s320/Montona.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Although your birthday has come and gone 5 times now since you left us, I miss you more than ever!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I love you Mom, Happy Birthday!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a> </div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-12887650105659241852009-04-16T19:46:00.007-04:002009-04-17T20:42:37.312-04:00April is a Busy Month<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325799014851106466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix940fpJBr8JRI3rWehH-wkJuxCcpxzMybfzzVLFTHc-PYoOShRx1xXftK-XTeC6lPy_Z9UH8lxXcBfySt4T1ttSnnx5tZZApG2Lhlp2d3NBgNaioCeUemSu1Kx2UtjGu-N3oh/s320/donatelifeFlagsAcrossAmerica_240x240.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">April has always been a busy month for me what with birthdays and being the Parking Chairman for my kennel club's show in May. Nowadays, there are a few more things added to the month. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">April is <a href="http://www.donatelife.net/">National Donate Life Month</a>. I am a huge advocate for organ donation. I volunteer whenever I can and I have met some wonderful, amazing people while doing so. The need for organ donation is great and it is so easy to help, all you have to do is sign a donor card or the back of your driver's license, then be sure to let your family know you want to donate your organs. According to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">UNOS</span>, the <a href="http://www.unos.org/data/default.asp?displayType=usData">United Network for Organ Sharing</a>, as of today at 6:00 pm, there are <span style="font-size:130%;">101,792</span> candidates awaiting an organ transplant!! </span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325799018317818018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVgHjK0e12xEMF9y9H-QaV2ssBXiw7fj5XC94856IB57q696Fxz59j1uaLDA59iuV7179Lun3EgyMxghx6n3VTxTVnOd_XBJRe25x8C6TJGSFReOBUS5EUoAUMnMfajqJU9Rc/s320/Mama.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">(My mother Jerri, Christmas 2003)</span></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">My beautiful mother Jerri, died suddenly Aug 7, 2004 from a ruptured brain aneurysm and she was an organ donor. I know for a fact, there is a lady in North Carolina who spent years on dialysis waiting for a kidney. She has a son who was planning her funeral instead of planning for her to watch him graduate high school. There is a man in New York, who had to stop working and was living a life of pain, watching his family grieve for him while waiting for a liver. There is an older lady in Tennessee and a gentleman in South Carolina who couldn't see <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">their</span> children, the beauty of a sunrise or spring flowers blooming. ALL of those folks received Mom's organs! There are countless others who received her tissue donations as well! </span></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325799024939983746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c74lHchrf3kcgrTOJ4MTDY-1UGFNClSAZ7s-Y4M-GZsJ0EyuXk3FMFglKgYnuPnh5OY_5FEYEuKkPTWIOXiVworlClKD4H-B2I-4UXshZ7GvRTyREp08luwsS3DkCOJ-N_0D/s320/Mom+%26+Mikey.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">(Mom with one of her hand-fed baby birds she raised.)</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">The lady in NC did indeed get to see her son graduate and by now has also seen her daughter graduate. I hope she has also gotten her horse that she was looking forward to getting. The man in NY has gone back to work and is enjoying running and golfing. And I could just imagine how the folks that received Mom's corneas are living! Imagine, seeing your child's or grandchild's face for the first time or watching the sunrise! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Losing my mother was the hardest thing I have ever gone through, the pain is still great, especially on those special days, Mother's Day, Christmas, my birthday, etc. BUT knowing that someone else is living and enjoying life because of Mom eases that pain somewhat. Mom would have been 66 years old this coming Mon. April 20. Yet another day that makes this month a hard month for me. When those special days roll around I find myself thinking of her organ recipients and wishing like crazy that I could hear from them. I think I'm ready to write them a letter, let them know a little about Mom and see how they are doing.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802448326197730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXL9wtjKsOpf5FQVtkVlelPN1nwrad0FtHR2HHEs94UCrzE5agGjIyRpsNYoJ4LM7loO8P4KK1O7q2TmJwy8tKG8v36ISTJ_zKQTiJo35bU4SYzqS61SbFm2m-ylzf_dDqh4Qw/s320/Mom+out+west.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">(Mom, 4 months before she passed away)</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">According to the policies and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">protocol</span> surrounding organ donation, recipients and the donor family can indeed get in touch with one another IF both parties want that. Either side would write a letter then send it on to the donor organization that handled our services. Mine would be <a href="http://www.donatelifetn.org/">Mountain Region Donor Services</a>. These are the most caring, wonderful people I have met. I have made quite a few friends through them, both during Mom's donation process and through volunteering for them. So I think I will write something to her recipients and hope that they want to communicate with me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">I've been told by other recipients it was hard for them to contact their donor families. They were afraid of bringing more pain on the family or opening up a wound that was beginning to heal. They have also told me they didn't have words to say to the donor families. Thank You just doesn't seem like enough to them. I promise you, I am not looking for a thank you anyway. I am looking for a way to see that Mom's organs have made a difference in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">someone's</span> life. I mean I know it has, I just want to SEE it or READ of it. Wish me luck that I will get a response.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">This post grows long and believe me, I could go on and on and on about this subject. Yet another reason I volunteer for <a href="http://www.donatelifetn.org/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">MRDS</span></a> and try to get the word out about donation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">If you would like to know more about it, if you are contemplating donating your organs and have questions, please, please, PLEASE feel free to ask me anything about it. I promise I will help you all I can and if I don't have the answer right then, I will find out for you and get back to you. I promise.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">For now, I'm out of here and I'll be back with you next time with another cause I care about, you see, April is also <a href="http://www.autism-society.org/site/PageServer?pagename=research_awareness"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Autism</span> Awareness Month</a>.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325799019108737682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjKuqy3YIUI6-4m_nBLzCrQHAJ26vyAaawr72t8BJvdrCmDBj7WmvrleS1ERif7qDfi5Bf1dkw0mmoy8yHbEas3sIMIcy6_upec5t-2_ZczbTfCldQ2zOB0g718gb1_tQIwjx/s320/Kolby.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">(My second cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kolby</span>, the reason I support Autism Awareness)</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span><br /></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Be Blessed,</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a></p>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-85426294056333983962009-04-14T11:47:00.002-04:002009-04-14T12:07:56.890-04:00Tuesdays at the Table<span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh5vZ6OVqyvJGZItQgxP9zHlmNOuRoYCU9cvY1-RAi7joXSjhWly9JGQ_axYFFm9zDexnlChl0wl6xlaVyWSauXlakvNupcc_MHpPljgf61t1qw2ELyC77R_PvhT04ptrzMXI/s1600-h/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324575401406426514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh5vZ6OVqyvJGZItQgxP9zHlmNOuRoYCU9cvY1-RAi7joXSjhWly9JGQ_axYFFm9zDexnlChl0wl6xlaVyWSauXlakvNupcc_MHpPljgf61t1qw2ELyC77R_PvhT04ptrzMXI/s320/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Can you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> it's Tuesday again? Time for Andrea's Tuesdays at the Table! I have found so many recipes that make me hungry just reading them since she started this! Join the fun, post a recipe or food tip then head over to Andrea's place, <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">My Chihuahua Bites</a>, link up your food post with Mister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Linky</span> and go see what everyone else has posted. I warn you, these ladies are posting some awesome recipes, so get ready to have your mouth watering! </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Today, I'm posting another really easy recipe (I told you, I like EASY) that is a favorite around my house, not to mention, yummy!</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><u>Pepper Steak with Soy Sauce</u></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 lb. beef round steak or sirloin, cut into strips</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">2 T. shortening or oil</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup soy sauce</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 1/2 cup water, divided</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">2 med. onions, cut into strips</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">2 bell peppers, cut into strips</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">2 T. cornstarch</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">cooked rice</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Brown meat in shortening or oil until tender. Add soy sauce and 1 1/4 cups of the water. Simmer for 10 minutes. Add onions; simmer for 5 minutes. Add peppers; cook until peppers are tender. Mix remaining 1/4 cup water with cornstarch and stir until no lumps remain; add to beef mixture. Allow beef to continue simmering until sauce thickens. Serve over a warm bed of rice.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I'm telling you this is good stuff, we never have leftovers no matter if I double the recipe or not!</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Now get on over to <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">My Chihuahua Bites</a> and join in the fun!</span></div><div></div><div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-80628009799602479722009-04-12T15:16:00.003-04:002009-04-12T15:43:56.122-04:00Happy Easter!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892071386860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfhyphenhyphenh8G7eWEl2VwKshRjenz6Wq_DI1tE_pyzCkmrdVhu2TgUmSDCx_7QfCu9slustNn3_o1KkV4rC2ioazy6fdGDHP1NmizZKC20sRYXG6beKGn8JNc5cKn4E4VlWfFixQ9sn/s320/spring09029.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892076891668802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-s3fy2jb8wXq6SfSrFu0iBMd0mf7aC21ZlD-BxWOfJuN-VH2MnS-luYnUdRpOZ3oWfXKglpSBri838wB-gfMf3j6PokZfm510uSP2_BijT6a9aYCheXV2w5QH7GTnoUZVOKg/s320/spring09036.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A big thank you to my cousin, Cheryl who sent these to me and gave me a huge smile first thing this morning! :) That's her Lab, Zoe and her friend's Greyhound, Joker all decked out playing Easter Bunny.</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Have a Happy and Blessed Easter!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-81351587657521255712009-04-06T13:23:00.006-04:002009-04-07T00:31:39.019-04:00Tuesdays at the Table~Week 3<span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEzBI1EVGuXvDA0HP3tZX8PHI7zz8wRkvQGVcRmvRFWAIxz3qe-VANAetw1bWAn2yFC9dr4fqtm6pERqHlD0-V43ti4A10hGYaco9zdIpYPbvtDXmQaIDbgYf5ViI5ydhp7mB/s1600-h/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321631768823226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEzBI1EVGuXvDA0HP3tZX8PHI7zz8wRkvQGVcRmvRFWAIxz3qe-VANAetw1bWAn2yFC9dr4fqtm6pERqHlD0-V43ti4A10hGYaco9zdIpYPbvtDXmQaIDbgYf5ViI5ydhp7mB/s320/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;">It's that time again~Tuesdays at the Table hosted by Andrea over at <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">My Chihuahua Bites</a>. I am loving this party! I've found so many great looking recipes so far and can't wait to try them. Join the party and head over to Andrea's place to get in on it.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Today, I'm posting <em>Chess Bars</em>. I like easy. I like good and this one fits both bills. My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">niece</span>, Tori gave this to me a long time ago and I make it quite often.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><u>Chess Bars</u></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 stick butter or margarine, softened</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 box yellow or chocolate cake mix</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 egg</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Mix together and press into a greased 13x9x2 cake pan.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 8oz cream cheese, softened</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">1 pound box powdered sugar (yeah I know 1 pound!)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">2 eggs</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Mix these together and pour over first mixture. Bake at 325 for 50-55 minutes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">This is awesome, but as you can see, not for those looking to cut back on calories! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Now get over to <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">My Chihuahua Bites</a> and add your recipe!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/7879602f4f99279fd352ccd34d6e9d41.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-49016413149386054162009-04-04T11:32:00.007-04:002009-04-04T15:24:22.729-04:00What to expect in a groomer<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxpMeFaywgyAK9W-ZqMPOnKqs3XhfM26XuIbXoX-TCiA4fpWPsNcgm6wvdTjUNksNm-esgAcSTW7GaheR8eXbpV0XTqPZxQ5YXi97FX9rhDtT7LEaryjnuVrabRZ0hTYHlf9V/s1600-h/Feb025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916495500764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxpMeFaywgyAK9W-ZqMPOnKqs3XhfM26XuIbXoX-TCiA4fpWPsNcgm6wvdTjUNksNm-esgAcSTW7GaheR8eXbpV0XTqPZxQ5YXi97FX9rhDtT7LEaryjnuVrabRZ0hTYHlf9V/s320/Feb025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">(Pooch looking cute)</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">I have had a few requests for this information lately so I thought I would share it here as well. Susan aka <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Catsmum</span> over at <a href="http://susaninstitches.blogspot.com/">Susan in Stitches</a> suggested posting it here. Go check out her blog, you will find a pretty talented lady behind all those goats and yarn.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">After nearly 29 years in this business, I have learned <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span>, not only about animals, but about other groomers as well. Some of them are not what they claim to be, others are absolutely wonderful. The grooming business is like any other business as far as the "business" end of it goes. We are in business to pay our bills and hopefully be able to buy things we want. Most of us are in the grooming business because we love animals and want to be around them. Some groomers however, are only in this business because you can make good money. Those are the ones to watch out for. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Grooming is not an easy job, it's dirty, it's hairy, it's very physical and it's dangerous at times. Being a groomer means at any given time, you can be bitten, scratched, pooped on, peed on, or puked on. You most likely will end up with a bad back, carpal tunnel, dry, cracked hands, arthritis, damaged nerves in your hands and most certainly, scars. BUT, those of us that absolutely love this job just deal with those things and chalk them up as part of the job. Those of us who can't see ourselves ever doing anything else will continue being bitten, pooped on, peed on, etc. because to us, it's worth it to see a freshly groomed dog, with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bandana</span> and bows dancing around so proud of his/her new look. It's a wonderful feeling to see what you have accomplished when you look at the finished product. It's very rewarding!</span></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"> (before and after pictures of a Toy Poodle)</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916489772697842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8l9E1TwC1c8oNGuvv-iOXRw8gkIdjL5d81bmyZiBVg2bbc702jsotNBFRLtcPzLVbRFoeeDb-KnWU-urYC81YqOwfn4_iZo7XmsuZrX6Rr0RIxiNlhbjGEbcgwEdUiqjUs3ic/s320/Pongo+before.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916481462970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyM2YiqOVbO_Sg6dmcqXDbR7IMU5WiENQDa_Uh7mxze_dwF90L_fy9EohDVCMtzxefwUe8FB8OTQUBPnfOUhvD3Fi_SCmjRcAXdWKDgy4ULdlHyZ9WRuIR8MJdhRrUivuXlBjI/s320/Pongo+after.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Now, what should you look for and expect in a groomer and grooming salon:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">1. <u>Ask to see the facilities, beyond the lobby.</u> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Look for cleanliness of the cages, floors and work areas. Of course there will be hair scattered about, but there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">shouldn</span>’t be dirty kennels, tubs and floors. If they will not let you see the facility then leave promptly. Someone with nothing to hide would give you a tour of their shop/mobile unit.<br />2. <u>Ask what their policies are on handling your pet.</u><br />Do they use muzzles and restraints safely ? How do they handle puppies, seniors, and nervous or difficult pets. Where do they keep the pets while they are waiting to be groomed? Ask questions that you are able to see the answers to, such as the kennels, the bathing area, dogs currently being groomed, products used and stored, sanitized, etc.<br />3. <u>What are their credentials?</u><br />Talk with the groomers and ask where they have been trained. Ask them to provide you with some client references. Ask to see a photo book of their work. Don’t assume that all groomers are the same. You want to find someone who has experience, yet has a love for animals as well. Ask to see if they have any certificates from grooming seminars, schools, or classes that they have attended. Also find out if they belong to any grooming association either state or national.<br />4. <u>Do they have style?</u><br />Find out if they have a specific breed that they specialize in. Are they familiar with the grooming needs of your breed. Are they interested in giving your pet a style and clip that is easy to maintain with your lifestyle. Not all dogs need to be shaved down. If their skills are limited to shave downs and they have no desire to create a stylish look for your pet, you may want to look else where.<br />5. <u>Ask your friends, family or Vet to recommend a groomer.</u><br />Navigating the yellow pages for a groomer can be a daunting task. By asking people you know that have their pets groomed can save you a lot of time. However, don’t just take someone’s word for it. Follow the guidelines listed and it will help you find the groomer that will suit your needs, and make your pet look and feel great.<br /><br /><u>What does your groomer expect of you?</u><br />Your professional groomer expects you to be honest about your dog's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">temperament</span>, health and previous grooming history. Your honesty will give the groomer a better understanding of how to handle your pet to the best of their ability. If you neglect to give truthful information it could be detrimental to your pet and the groomer.**<br />Be aware, if your dogs coat is matted it could cost you additional charges ranging from 15.00 to 40.00 per hour, depending on the groomer and the severity of the matted coat. Some groomers may not even do a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">de</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">matt</span>, they may just shave your dog (due to the pain of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">de</span>-matting) and ask you to maintain a much more diligent grooming schedule.<br />Your groomer will expect you to have your dog picked up from the salon within a reasonable time. Be considerate, and don’t leave your dog at the groomers all day long. Most groomers will give you a pick up time or call you when your pet is ready.<br />Tipping your groomer for a job well done is something you should do. The normal tipping scale is 15% of the total fee. If your groomer is an owner/operator you should still tip them for their hard work. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><br /><u>What you should expect from your groomer</u><br />Not all groomers are created equal. Never assume anything.<br />Ask for your pet to be provided with clean fresh water while they are in the salon, or mobile unit. If your pet is going to be in the salon for an extended period of time, ask what their policy is on walking your pet to let it relieve itself while it waits.<br />Grooming times vary from groomer to groomer and what they have scheduled. Ask how long it will take to groom your pet and ask for a pick up time.<br />Grooming fees vary between salon and mobile groomers. Ask how much your pet will cost to groom. Find out if there will be any other charges incurred prior to leaving your pet to be groomed. Let the groomer know that they have to ask permission to do additional services on your pet, such as flea dips, shave downs, etc. You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">shouldn</span>’t have to pay for additional services that you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">didn</span>’t agree to prior to leaving your pet.<br /><br />Finally, you should be able to express what style of clip that you want your pet to receive. Let the groomer know your lifestyle and time constraints on keeping up with grooming at home. You should expect a clear and concise idea of what your pet will be groomed like.<br />You should expect to be able to speak with the groomer that will be working on your pet. You should expect to be treated with respect and your pet to be treated with dignity and compassion. Ask questions and be informed.<br /><br /><em>**If your dog is aggressive, or has been known to bite <strong>PLEASE</strong> be sure to let the groomer know! Getting bit is not fun, but it is nice to know ahead of time if the dog has bitten before. It won't matter to most groomers, we're used to it, remember. Forewarned is better than NOT warned.**</em><br />I can't tell you the number of times I have been bitten only to have the owner giggle and say "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that". I think folks are afraid if they tell the groomer the dog bites, they won't groom the dog, that may be true with some groomers, but not all of us. A good groomer will not turn you away for telling them that, they will know what to expect and will be ready for it.<br /><br />One last thing, one of my favorite sayings over the years has been <em>"God does not groom dogs and I do not work miracles!"</em>. If your dog is extremely matted or has not been groomed in a long time, don't expect me to make it look like the dog you saw on the dog show. To have a dog clipped like that, it has to be groomed on average, every 4-6 weeks. If you don't take care of the brushing and care of the coat at home, don't expect me to "fix" it when you bring it to me. My main concern is your pet. I won't cause pain by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">de</span>-matting a dog that hasn't been touched since last year, it is far better for the dog to be shaved down and start over. Then get on a regular grooming schedule.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"> (Miss Peggy Sue in her first clip)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320916496677226610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbNs3fGMX16lwupTWtQh-Ig_GDRh4prdACi_h3JyEjq-UjI0mcPOn8YeQOuBAeiA5NUZUFWpxrWb6mAGUclKjjYn_sMijntNUoY5YLeXu3LeYtyMSqvxTGudWk6VGOUGEHbMd/s320/Peggy+Sue+clip.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hope this helps some of you, if you have any other questions about grooming, you can email or leave a comment. Oh, and I'm sorry for not getting around to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">everyone's</span> blogs, I'm hoping to get that done this weekend, those stained glass projects have been keeping me pretty busy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div></span></div></div>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-59680619135858888982009-03-30T22:36:00.004-04:002009-03-31T09:24:21.017-04:00Tuesdays at the Table<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNb8fTetI1QhW7-3yI3006_GcSGsWAfXy6jpV-zrzOyfetUiFB_ahvAvYY7B8wk3VFMLmNP-Cp8G3P3QUsZtgynoHhtiALmhlkEini8059R4JG2JAGRUAPGTnjz92SbZ_E8-Yr/s1600-h/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319185141169333570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNb8fTetI1QhW7-3yI3006_GcSGsWAfXy6jpV-zrzOyfetUiFB_ahvAvYY7B8wk3VFMLmNP-Cp8G3P3QUsZtgynoHhtiALmhlkEini8059R4JG2JAGRUAPGTnjz92SbZ_E8-Yr/s320/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I can't believe I haven't posted anything in a week! But it's time once again for "Tuesdays at the Table" hosted by Andrea over at </span><a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My Chihuahua Bites</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">. Last week there were some pretty awesome looking recipes posted. Join in, you'll have fun! Post a recipe, then head over to Andrea's place and put a link to your recipe post on Mister Linky, then be sure to check out all the other recipes.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Today I'm posting <em>Cola Chicken. </em>Ok, don't start curling your nose and yelling "eeewww" as strange as it sounds, it really is a yummy recipe. I found it on <a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/">AllRecipes</a> and I tweaked it a bit. I use Dr. Pepper instead of Coke and I've added the green peppers. Trust me, it's mmmmmm goooood!!</span></div><br /><p><u><span style="color:#000099;">Dr. Pepper Chicken</span></u> </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">4 to 6 chicken breast halves</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup ketchup</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup cola, regular or diet, or Dr. Pepper</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup finely chopped onion</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 cup finely chopped green bell pepper</span><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Spray crockpot with cooking spray. Arrange chicken breast halves in crockpot. Combine ketchup, cola, onion, and green pepper; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on LOW for 5 to 6 hours. Serve chicken with sauce over rice.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Serves 4 to 6.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Now give it a shot and check out what everyone else has posted this week.</span></p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-56979862412019323762009-03-24T01:06:00.003-04:002009-03-24T01:28:22.716-04:00Tuesdays at the Table<span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxI82S2Y2QpMRLlFP-Hwxafq6X5_rai2Z6y57hAR9LFSq1QYHWVXG2PmEg4eJi8QLZg1iFmX8T7M81iE3fhkHa8rfarLX4q5yDZ8_sT5sNUPAk_TZQ8YIDd_Wr8HpMUFuQ4Wl/s1600-h/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316616950871974146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxI82S2Y2QpMRLlFP-Hwxafq6X5_rai2Z6y57hAR9LFSq1QYHWVXG2PmEg4eJi8QLZg1iFmX8T7M81iE3fhkHa8rfarLX4q5yDZ8_sT5sNUPAk_TZQ8YIDd_Wr8HpMUFuQ4Wl/s320/Andrea's_Tues_at_the_Table_Red_Gingham_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">I love, love, love to try new recipes and Andrea over at <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">My Chihuahua Bites Blog</a> has come up with a good one! Tuesdays at the Table! Check out her blog and find some great recipes. I think this is going to become a favorite of mine! :)</span><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">I've told you before how I got my Grandmother to <a href="http://groomerang.blogspot.com/2009/02/grannys-peanut-butter-cream-pie.html">call out her recipes to me</a> so I could write them all down before she passed away. I cherish those recipes and fix them every chance I get. My favorite is her Peanut Butter Pie as you can tell from that previous post.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Today for Andrea's Mister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Linky</span>, I'm posting my Grandmother's Peanut Butter Candy. (Can you tell Granny liked peanut butter?) </span></p><p></p><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><u>Peanut Butter Candy</u><br />1 cup evaporated milk</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">2 1/2 cups sugar</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">2 cups smooth peanut butter</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1/4 teas. salt</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1/2 pint marshmallow creme</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Boil milk, sugar and salt for 7 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat. Add peanut butter and marshmallow creme, blend together until smooth.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Pour into pan and let set. Cut into squares.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I've made this before, and I do remember it taking a bit to get it all mixed up good. Granny wasn't the best as all the 'recipe <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">embellishments</span>, most of her quotes included "add about" or "or so" and such. So, with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alot</span> of her recipes I had to figure out the best way to do it. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Good luck and don't forget to visit <a href="http://www.mychihuahuabitesblog.com/">Andrea</a> and find more recipes and good things to eat. And by the way, I don't think her Chihuahua <em>really</em> bites, but since I have Chihuahuas, I know they <em>will </em>bite if they take the notion. :)</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Blessings,</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25875204.post-51207088846916377372009-03-21T11:23:00.004-04:002009-03-21T16:12:16.601-04:00It's Bristol, Baby!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLxvvswDhmH8Kv3JA89h9u7eFlI39_3v7XEpLwb0onmBnv3sp1FgYFemR-LkF6m06gTe8vOZU7Mfh7rt8f6IYQchbUMS0WdwayW2WxsHs8We3UeEIMuOhjQjASWV6oME7f_ob/s1600-h/marquee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315685268944591650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLxvvswDhmH8Kv3JA89h9u7eFlI39_3v7XEpLwb0onmBnv3sp1FgYFemR-LkF6m06gTe8vOZU7Mfh7rt8f6IYQchbUMS0WdwayW2WxsHs8We3UeEIMuOhjQjASWV6oME7f_ob/s320/marquee.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bristol Motor Speedway Marquee announcing our marriage</span><br /><br /></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">It's that time of year again, race time in Bristol, TN. <a href="http://www.bristolmotorspeedway.com/index.html">Home of the World's Fastest Half Mile</a> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Bristol Motor Speedway is far and away the most popular track on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NASCAR</span> circuit. The races are always sold out and fans come from all over the country to attend the race. I'm told <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol,_Tennessee">our little town</a> of nearly 25,000 becomes the 3rd largest city in Tennessee!! I can believe it, getting around town takes an act of Congress the entire week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Before <a href="http://www.daleearnhardt.net/biography/">Dale Earnhardt</a> died, I used to love watching the races and attending them here in Bristol whenever I had the opportunity. He made it fun to watch and you could always count on him doing something unforgettable. After his passing, racing just wasn't the same for me. But attending the race in that tiny little oval track is an experience one never forgets, trust me! If you ever get the chance to go, <strong>grab it</strong>, you won't regret it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Nowadays, while it is pretty neat to know that so many people love to be here in our little town as much as we do, it's pretty aggravating sometimes for us residents to get everyday things done in a timely fashion. Oh well, it's only twice a year, so we've learned to deal with it, not without <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span> of complaining though. :) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">This year, Hubby and I had 2 tickets to Sunday's Food City 500, or as we call it "The Big Race" (the little race is the Busch race the night before) but we weren't going to attend. So the first person I thought of who might want the tickets was Randy, a fellow Andy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Griffith</span> Show fan and a member of <a href="http://www.tagsrwc.com/chitchat/index.html">"The Front Porch"</a> an online message board filled with fine folks from all over the country, Canada and even one from Ireland, who are all fans of The Andy Griffith Show. So, I picked up the phone and said <em>"Sarah, get me Randy's house"</em> and asked him if he wanted the tickets. He said yes and after talking to him for well over 5 years on the Porch, I finally got to meet him and his lovely girlfriend, Sherry in person yesterday!! They drove up from Georgia late yesterday evening and met up with us at our auto repair shop. What fun it was to finally meet them in person!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315685279482333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVXq0AniMYSSz-lyHsENxxwNTq48uoob7mod6trmZjT4XPMuKekTNI8I3OaptfRHqvqwVnZ1GV6O5or9HnfB2CJwNSkQjdquLfQRR-pp0PH_1vf3SbYM19IJiWWWfjXrDcDk7/s320/randysherrymerobert2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Sherry, Randy, Angie & Robert</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></em></p><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">I've talked about <a href="http://www.tagsrwc.com/chitchat/index.html">The Front Porch</a> on here before. I have been posting over there since mid-1997 and I've been able to meet a few of the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Porchsters</span>', as we call each other, over the years. Those folks over there have become like a family. We know each other's children's names, pet's names, and we send one another Christmas cards. The Porch is just as you would picture it, a place where we all sit and rock and enjoy one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">another's</span> company, just as you would on a real front porch. We rejoice in one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">another's</span> triumphs, we pray for each other's problems, we lend an ear (or eye in this case) to those that need to just talk, we laugh, we cry, we love and we cut up with one another. With all the bad things on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">internet</span> these days, it's a blessing to find a place to "hang out" that is not only fun, but safe for your children to read as well. It's a family atmosphere in the midst of all the less than acceptable sites on the net. Feel free to click on the link and join us, most of us have picked a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mayberry</span>" name and post under that ID, mine is <em>*Mavis</em>, Randy goes by <em>Spot</em>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Anyway, back to the meeting yesterday, we took pictures, of course, and I hope we'll get to visit with them a little more before they head back to GA.</span><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315685270913421330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiMUswum3p3Sw0WeBd-1dlLxX9R1nrnEEKQIlfJ0wu-7-6jDZ7jiKsRnCMUhtRrIlyBOif6VOqGU9gwzKBfjTmiUcANBDgv-31fc9XI3NompjqIJuyn-8Yq49Bu7y7_enQd6O/s320/randymerobert.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Randy, Angie and Robert</span></em></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315685276988958002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOreDwjb0j_5FEbWl5IF8q8wpiNIwgymeASHSTp3bviYZuR4Sid9xqH0sFDdBMu2OAdFF_yO7OpKcR2KntDAVD-NnG44-_cytNcmKP5DNHBya7HUuwjw5hhaj-orlDcPGeHl7/s320/sherrymerobert.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Sherry, Angie and Robert</span></em></p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></em><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">So, if you're a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">NASCAR</span> fan, remember when you are watching the race, I'm sitting about 5 miles from that track, listening to the cars from a distance. And once it's over, we'll just wait until August, for it all to start again. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Peace friends,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/groomerang/bcfa4381fd9dd7ff3070d08d82ec1ff6.png" border="0" /></a> </p>Groomer Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01938379362468363571noreply@blogger.com7