My research project Blog 3

I have decided to do my research project over the sad subject of puppy mills. I am a huge animal lover and I can not stand the idea of the way these animals are being treated in these mills. I know first hand the cruelty of these mills. I begged and begged for a puppy for my eighteenth birthday. So I went online and checked out breeders. I knew exactly what I wanted; a Yorkshirer Terrier, that was until I came across the picture of this little puppy. It said Shi-Pom puppies for sale $400.00, it gave an address located near Indy. I slowly got the 400.00 and immediatly called the lady who had been running the place. I should have known something was up when the lady would not let us go to her house. As she was giving me directions I could hear what sounded like fifty dogs barking and whining. It got to me pretty hard. I sat at a little grocery store out in the middle of nowhere with my friend Curtis. The lady pulled up in an old beaten car and demanded the money before I even got to see the puppy that I had paid for. As she opened up the car door and stench of dog feces and pee hit me like a wave. But in this tiny little cage was a tiny little puppy. I was extremely shocked at the condition of this little dog. She had feces all over her and fleas were jumping off her. But still the instand I saw her eyes I could not turn away. The lady never gave me papers for my dog and as soon as I picked up Daisy Mae she jumped in her car and left. It broke my heart to see the condition she was in and I could only imagine the state the other dogs were in. I spent the next few days cleaning her and spending lot's of money at the vets. The poor dog had worms, fleas, ear mites, and was mal nutritioned. Ever since I brought her home she has been the most loyal and amazing dog. She is so sweet and I truly believe I have saved her life and I know she is thankful for that. Speaking of my dog Daisy Mae, she is looking at me with those big brown eyes because she is ready to go outside and play. I would be so lost if I did not have this beautiful dog by my side!

My dad's new house Blog 4

What a beautiful day it is outside today. I am sitting right on the back porch to my dad’s brand new house. Right where I am sitting I am noticing the newly built in ground swimming pool. I feel it calling to me and all I want to do is jump right off that diving board with a huge cannon ball. And then of course float for hours on a raft, soaking up the sun. My little dog Daisy is running around like mad she’s so excited to be outside and enjoying the sun too. However she is a little worn out from the long walk she took with me and Megan and her little dog Maddie. As I sit here I notice everything that I plan to do over the summer. My dad’s new boat is sitting within eye’s distance and I think about the fun times that are heading my way with that. The grass is such a bright green that it is breathtaking. My dad has taken his sweet time with working with the landscape around the house and it finally paid off. I just want to run through the grass playing with Daisy, but I must sit here and get as much homework done as possible. This is definitely not going to be fun hah! In only a few hours work will take over my evening and then school will be here tomorrow. So I am going to sit and relax before my life picks up again. What do you know my phone is ringing and of course playing a great Dave Matthews Band song; Two Step. It is my good friend AJ or as I call him (Pookie) and he calls me Kay May. We have been really good friends for about six years now. He is coming home from college this weekend and wants to see my parents and check out the new house. I feel like I haven’t seen him forever considering it has only been a few weeks. But anyways back to the observation of the new house. I just now noticed after sitting here that there is a place to play basketball. I do not really play much anymore. I used to be point guard, but gave that up due to a knee injury. I am thinking that it would be fun to practice some more especially since I know my nephew will be bugging me, Aunt Kar Kar, to play with him

End of school stressors! Blog 5

I am extremely thankful to have only two and a half weeks of school left, but with that, it brings loads and loads of hard work. I feel like every time I turn around a huge new project is due. I am most worried about this week. I have a ten page paper due Sunday evening for my Management course online and then a huge project due Tuesday in my Life skills class. I feel like I am studying and doing things in a circle because nothing seems to be getting done! I know that I will have no problem getting through this, but I just need to strive to do my best. I know if I set aside time to get my work done , that I am able to do this with a little bit o f ease. I understand that this will not be an easy feat to get through this last semester. I feel this semester I have let myself slip because last semester I had a GPA of 3.5 and now my grades have been slipping. I feel maybe it is because it is getting so nice outside and instead of sitting and doing my homework, I do something else like golfing, hanging with friends, or walking. This just adds to my procrastination and my grades have been affected by this. Another thing that is adding to my drop in grades and procrastination is my new promotion at work. I am now an assistant-manager and with that come a lot of responsibility. I seem to get phone calls every minute of the day and my hours have shot up tremendously. I work about 35 hrs a week and then go to school full time. I think next semester I will try and take a lot less hours so my school work will not be affected. This is because school and getting my associate's degree is more important to me. I am just ready to make it through these last weeks of school. I have begun to make time slots about what to do when so I CAN and WILL get all of my homework done. I am just ready for summer so I can actually relax for a change and lay by the pool with Megan every day. That will definitely be the life of my summer, but wait I am definitely not going to get a break because soon softball will start back up again…..ahh.

Dog Walking

Yesterday, Karmon and I met up and took our dogs on a walk. I should say our kids, because that is what they are treated like. Karmon has a little, fluff ball named Daisy. My dog is named Maddie. She is a miniature rat terrier, and believe me she definitely gets called a rat all the time. I happen to think that she’s the cutest thing in the world. She is white with black spots all over her, and she has huge, satellite like ears.
Now that I have told you a little bit about our dogs I can get on to the story about our walk. It was really hot out on Tuesday and Karmon and I decided to go for a walk with our babies instead of going to the gym. Our dogs have never met before that day and when I put Maddie in Karmon’s car the two dogs didn’t seem like they were going to get along very well. Maddie started to growl at Daisy as soon as we got into the car. To my surprise they didn’t bite each other.
We drove to Donnelly’s so that we could park the car and walk around Crawfordsville. The whole way there Maddie and Daisy had to hang there heads out the window. I have no idea why dogs do that, but they seem to love it. Karmon and I decided to walk through Wabash to see one of her friends. I have never been in Wabash before, but it was actually a really nice place. We walked around Wabash for a while with her friend, which I don’t remember his name. I am really bad with names. Then we left to go get the puppies some ice cream from Dairy Liscious.
I got a Bahama-mama, Karmon got a coke, and the dogs got vanilla ice cream. Neither one of the dogs ate their ice cream. It really amazes me that when I am eating Maddie begs for food, but when I actually get her something she doesn’t eat it. Then maddie got out of her collar and was running around Turtle Park like a maniac. She definitely made me look like a fool chasing her around in circles. I finally caught her and she jumped out of my arms again. I was thinking oh god here we go again, but this time she just rolled over and stayed. Thank god she did that because I really didn’t want to chase her all over the park again. I already had enough people looking at me as it was.

The end of the semester stresses me out!!

I am so excited that we only have two and a half weeks left of school until summer break. This semester has been a long one and it can't get over soon enough. I always seem to get burn out on school towards the middle of spring semester. I hate that I do, but I really have no control over it.
I think that maybe I get this was because I get sick of having no life besides school, work and studying. The warm, summer air is a taunt to me when I am stuck in classes or at work. I love summer and the hot weather it brings with it. It's so hard to actually get things accomplished when the weather is extremely nice. I would rather be outside enjoying the sun than be cooped up in my house studying for a test, doing homework, or writing a paper.
I do get all my work done for school, but it's definitely a struggle to do so. Classes are about to end and more and more things are being due each day. Kind of like the bloggs. I really can’t wait to be done doing writing bloggs. I believe this is my eight blogg so only four more to do. That means since we only have two weeks of school left I better get my butt in gear. I will have to write 2 bloggs this week and two next. That doesn't seem so bad, but it is when I have so many other things to do. It's totally my fault for having this many bloggs left to do, because as usual I procrastinated until now. Now its crunch time and I must get everything done.
I know that I will get everything done, because I have to try and get A’s in every class in order to be accepted into the RN nursing program. I will be upset if I don’t get in. I feel like I have put so much work into school and getting the best grades that I can, and If I don't get in I will have to go another semester re-taking classes to improve my graded. I never realized how hard it is to get into the nursing program here at Ivy Tech. I have to work really hard to get what I want and what I want most in life right is to be a nurse.

my teddy

Everyone has something that is irreplaceable to them, whether it is a loved one, a material object, or whatever. I have something that fits into that group- my teddy. I know it sounds funny that a 22 year old has a teddy bear, but he means the world to me. He is almost as old as I am. I got him when I was very young, maybe 1 or 2 years old. This bear has been with me through thick and thin. His appearance has changed throughout the years. He is no longer light brown in color; he is more of a faded brown. His once soft fur is now well worn. He used to have a little green bowtie on his neck; I have no idea what happened to it. It came off a long time ago. Where the bowtie used to be is now a hole. I sewed it up myself when I was young. I felt like I was performing surgery. There are little white treads poking out at his neck. The fur is completely rubbed off on his left arm. There is also a little hole at the end of his hand. When I was little I used to rub that arm for comfort. I sometimes find myself subconsciously rubbing it now. Most of the stuffing is gone in his left leg; it is caused from the way I used to hold him. The leather from is nose is torn off and now reveals a hard plastic nose. When I was little I used this as a weapon. Whenever my brothers would gang up on me, I would whip out my teddy and hold onto his legs and swing. The plastic nose would make contact with my brothers and then they would run off and leave me alone. They told me later how much it hurt to get hit by that nose. Whenever I come home from a hard day, the first thing I do is grab my teddy and give him a hug. He has a smell to him, a smell of home that comforts me. My family gives me a hard time about keeping my teddy for this long, but I don’t care. My teddy is my safety net, my comfort.

new school = new beginnings

I carefully tied my new Nike shoes. I grabbed my new backpack and slid it across my shoulders. The bag felt so light and stiff, for there was nothing in it but a few notebooks and some pencils. The bag smelled fresh and new and was gleaming with a color of pink. As I walked across the kitchen floor towards the door my shoes squeaked. I took a breath and opened the door. The morning light hit my face as I walked up the driveway. I could hear the birds chirping, it was as if they were saying “good morning!” I got to the top of the driveway and began my wait. It was the first day of school and I was very nervous. Not only was it my first day at school, it was my first day at a new school. I was starting my seventh grade year. That summer my family and I moved to Crawfordsville from Indianapolis. I had anticipated this day all summer and now it was finally here. The school bus pulled to a stop and it caused me stop daydreaming about my old school and friends; they were long gone. As I boarded the bus I felt like Forest Gump on his first day of school. It seemed that I was one of the last to get picked up and the selection of seats was slim. I finally found a place and parked. I sat down and rested my head on the back of the seat. The vinyl of the seat started to stick to the back of my legs and the bus smelled musty and was not appealing. As the bus started to roll down the road I said a silent prayer for strength. I knew that I would need it for what lain before me. The girl beside me turned and introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Ashley. What’s your name?” I couldn’t believe it. One minute on the bus and I already made a friend. Going to a new school was going to be easier than I thought. As I turned to introduce myself, I said another silent prayer, one of thanks.