Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bailey is Coming Home!!!!

Yes, you heard it right! My baby is coming home! I called yesterday afternoon for my weekly check in (that usually doesn't prove too enlightening) and was greeted with "Miss Patterson, I was about to call you! Bailey is ready to go home." As you can guess I was thrilled and managed to choke out a "really?" He explained that Bailey has a new outlook on life and is doing fabulously.

Now to setup my training appointment and pickup date. Hopefully my PB schedule will be up today and I can find a day that I'm not working to go get him. I want to make sure that I have time for my training and then some re bonding time for us the night he comes home. I just hope everything is a great as I am expecting. I am very excited and yet a little apprehensive about my ability to continue what Jim has started for me. I'm sure I will have lots of new things to share once I've been through training. :) Wish me luck!

Oh, and to top it all off, he asked if I was interested in having Bailey groomed before he comes home! I was ecstatic about this option as I was already wondering how nasty he would be since he hasn't had a bath in 8 weeks. Is it worth it for me to traumatize him his first night home with a bath or just let him stink and get my house dirty. Jim told mehe has a "good" groomer down the street that he uses regularly and she has already met Bailey. Better yet, it's going to cost $40. Petco charges me almost $60 after you tack on the "special handling" charges for my special needs dog. Woo Hoo! I get my baby back and he will be clean too!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Hors D'Oeuvres

Coctail Weenies? Have you made these before? As I’ve researched most people start with Lil’ Smokies and then proceed to make some type of sauce for these. I’m partial to the grape jelly and chili sauce version myself, but to each his own.

At a recent family gathering we decided to opt for appetizers instead of a sit down meal. My aunt was in charge of the cocktail weenies. I’m going to go ahead and mention that she probably won’t get this assignment again. J Because what to my wondering eyes did appear? Chopped up hot dogs in sauce. I was told this was because she was “Retired” and on a budget. What? Lil’ Smokies cost a whole $1 more than plain hotdogs? Craziness!!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Part-time Job

As most of you know, I got a part time job back in October. I was looking to pay off some bills and then use a discount to do some redecorating at some point. Well, the job didn't turn out to be quite what I had hoped for.

During a typical week I am usually "On Call" about 3 or 4 days. This means that if I am on call from 5-10pm, I can call in at 4pm to see if I am needed. Now, don't get me wrong. I understand that this is great for the business, but it just sucks for me. First off, I'm only working about 5 hours every two weeks. Then you tack on that I'm on call another 6-8 days and I can't plan to do anything with my friends or family because I might have to go in. Then factor in that I feel like an idiot the whole time I'm there, because I've only worked maybe 8 times and I still don't know what or where anything is.

So anyways, I call in today to find out my schedule for next week and to talk to the manager. I explained that I really liked them all and enjoyed working there, but it just wasn't really working out for me. I told her that it just wasn't worth it to me to be on call all the time and only be making about $35 dollars every two weeks. Plus, its an 30 minute drive to and from work and I would like to be phased out of the schedule and just quit.

Most of you probably think that this is the end of the story, but no. The manager explained that she had been wanting to talk to me. She says that some big things are about to happen that she can't talk about yet, but she really wants me to stay on. She then assured me that with these changes I would be on the schedule a lot more and my issues should be solved. So, here I am in the waiting game once again to see what will happen. I guess I should just go ahead and put in for all my time off and see what happens. So for now, I'm still a Pottery Barn employee. Go me!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Dog Sitting

Well, as you can see I dog sat a friends dog recently. I'm leaving out all names to protect the people and animals involved, however I couldn't not share this story with my friends.

Most of the visit was wonderful with the little ball of joy. She cuddled and slept with me which was very nice since my dog is still at "boot camp". The poor little thing really didn't like the arrangements for while I was at work though. She wasn't trust worthy enough to leave out in my house while I was away. So, her owners and I had decided that I would just put her in my guest bathroom. This was apparently not to the little diva's liking at all.

I thought I had put away everything that would be in the way. I had moved the bathmat to the counter, turned on the radio, and shut the door. When I came home I had quite a surprise. Who would have thought that a 6 pound dog could do this much destruction. She apparently had a melt down while locked in the bathroom. She got in the tub and pooped from one end to the other. Then she had pooped in the floor and walked all through it. Climbed onto the toilet and ate some toilet paper, proceeded up onto the counter and walked all over it and the bathmat, got back in the floor and scraped the paint off the door. All the while leaving a trail of poopy foot prints on the walls, door, trim, floor, cabinets, toilet, sink and of course the tub. She had quite a day. Needless to say, I spent a good portion of the evening disinfecting and cleaning the bathroom.

A friend commented that she would probably be crying if it had happened to her. You can't help but laugh though when you see the pictures. I just hope the little girl has recovered from her visit. I know I have. :) Here are some pictures to enjoy.

The little brown specs are poop.

Smears on the wall.

The shower

The counter and sink.


The back of the bathroom door.


Some eaten toliet paper.

Her step stool.

The glorious bathroom floor. :)