The beginning

So, first time blogging, we'll see if I can keep it up, and if I actually enjoy it!
First off, the two things I learned today that are major red flags when at a car dealership:
1: they don't put the prices of the used vehicles ON the vehicles
2: the vehicle doesn't come with a warranty because you won't need one until 10,000 miles

That last one still worries me, so yeah, now we have officially decided not to shop at the Honda out here as well as avoiding the Kia for a while too.

Got our white miniature schnauzer ready to go out for a haircut today, we went to a new place that was a first come first serve, but apparently they only take 12 dogs a day?  So yeah, no room for Rascal, tried checking a bunch of other places, but they were wanting me to pay $45 or more for the cut, sorry Rascal, you're no show dog!  So I did the dumbest thing, I decided to try to groom him myself, I dropped by the CVS on the way home and got some hair cutting scissors, and a poncho to avoid getting too much dog hair on me, and then headed home.  I was feeling very excited and empowered, especially since one of my neighbors grooms her own dogs, but they are mini poodles, VERY small.  So yeah, sufficed to say, Rascal's hair is thick, and our electric clippers complained quite a bit, even on the shortest setting, and although I cut out a good amount of hair, you really can't tell.  Which I guess is better then it being really obvious and really bad!  So I snipped around his face a little, and got it looking okay, and gave up on his body, I'll pay unless someone can give me lessons, maybe some day.

I still was a little clipper happy though, so as soon as I made eye contact with my son, I knew what I was gonna do... Quincy was born with almost black hair, and a good amount of it, it never fell out, but he has bad eczema and he has pulled out a bit of it scratching, not only that, but his hair is quite long for 6 months old and the hair growing in is light brown like my daughters.  So I have come to refer to his hair as a bad dye job, so I took this situation as an opportunity.  I stuck him in this bebe pod we have and then placed that on the cement, since I was outside shaving Rascal anyway, Quincy was so mesmerized by the cement itself, he didn't even bother to see what I was doing, or complain.  I cut it all down to 1/2 an inch, I love it, and he looks so manly! He is quite the stud now, and it's much easier to deal with his itchiness.













Also trimmed up Halli's bangs, but nothing much, she always likes having her hair cut.  Wish she was that way with everything!