The Black Sheep

32 days til the wedding uggh

2011-09-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

So yesterday, the boys went out and got their suits. I got to check that off my list, so that made me happy. It also made me happy that they didn't pick out suits that made them look like pimps. Ashley got her "flower girl" dress, even though she is a leaf girl not a flower girl. We spent hours in the mall looking at dresses and trying to find one for her. She is at the awkard age where she is about to me 9 (this week infact) and she is at an odd size. The toddler dresses look to babish for her and the older girl dresses make her look like a prostitot, or a slutty tiny ice skater. So we went to the little angle's store with all the annoying poffy dresses with glitter on them in hopes that we could find something that made her look like....a little girl. Again we were faced with baby hooker outfits. Why the hell (excuse me) would you put your daughter or any kid for that matter in a dress that looks like it belongs on lady gaga? We had to resort to the catalog to look for a dress that would cover her girly parts but wasn't poofy or covered in liberachi type glitter. We spent 45 mins looking at this stupid catalong while Ashley broused by herself in the store. Then Ashley walks over to a rack and pulls out a dress that looked good, was in her size, in the colours we needed and on sale! We must have walked by this dress 40 times and never noticed it. She won major points in the shopping department and will now be my personal shopper since I hate it so much. We also finished writing our vows. It only took us about an hour to get them down. It's amazing how much time you save with vows when you do your own! We didn;t even mention farts or boogers so it's pretty safe to say in public. We met with the wedding cordanater lady and figured out that we have to rehurse on Thursday the 27th of October after 4:00 p.m. I hope we can get through it without too much drama. We also have to pick up Rob's mom and grandmother at the air port that day. I filled out the paper work to get the week off so I can spend sometime getting ready and getting things together for the wedding so I just hope it gets approved. This will be the 1st halloween I wont be with my classroom to help dress the kids in their costumes and walk the parade with them, so I am a little bummed about it. I may sneek over to see the parade anyway. We still have a ton of things to do, like assemble the favors for the guests, but we are doing candy bags cuz it's halloween time so I wanna do that last so the candy is fresh. We still have to pay off a few people, but I think we finally have that under control since I got a bonus.
My Birthday was uneventful, Mondays usually are, but I did get some flowers from Rob so that was quite nice. Mom and Dad were of course in Utah for grandma's funeral. I would have liked to go too, but I had a commitment to model for the breast cancer pin up girl calender again and I didn't want to not support the cause since it brought the susan g cancer research place over 4 grand last year. I figured she would understand since everyone has been touched by breast cancer in some way. I was glad mom and dad made it though. I didn't mind that they wernt here for my birthday, they called me so that was good enough. Plus, I had to go to bed early since I had work the next day anyway.
Anyhow, Hope all is well with everyone, I will try to post again before the wedding to see if I get anymore stuff done, but I don't know how interesting all this stuff is to anyone. :)

Summer vacation about to end...:(

2011-08-22T21:45:00.000-07:00

Well, this summer was kinda boring, but we did a few fun things. Summer was over on July 28th and on July 30 we went to Karen's reception. It was pretty crowded, but really fun.
We had the time to drive to Yosemite with the parents. That was pretty epic. We had already visited the coat and San Simeon (sp?) so we went inland this time. Yosemite was pretty nice, Rob took some great photos, most are on my face book page and mom's if you guys haven't got a chance to take a look. I would post them here, but for some dumb reason this blogger has stopped letting me put photos up. We only hiked to bridal veil falls because it was the "easy" hike. I was winded and my knee kept popping and mom's ankle swelled up like crazy, but we made it. We only spent 4 hours there because it was so dang crowded and we didn't plan ahead and couldn't even find a hotel anywhere near the park. We had to stay 2 hours away. But it was nice regardless, and now we learned that we need to plan in advance.
The wedding plans are still going. However I keep having people reschedule things with me. The florist and the seamstress both bailed on me twice, making my last few days off a scramble on tieing up loose ends. All the things I needed to get done are on a list and I have only been able to cross a few things off because of the rescheduling. Mom has turned into momzilla regarding the wedding and for some reason was mad at me for buying stuff regardless that she was with me and okayed the things I did buy. Nothing like mixed signals to really make this an enjoyable experience. The stress has finally started to sink in as the date gets closer. I think of all the weeks I did nothing about the wedding because I have so much time to do it.....gurrrrr.
The reply cards are still coming in and I am thrilled with all the family that is coming out! I just wish I had a huge mansion so I could have us all under one roof! I also wish I had lots of vacation time to hang out. Makes me think we should have gone for a summer wedding instead of a fall wedding regardless of how much rob and I like fall and Halloween, it would have been easier on everyone if we picked summer. Hind sight is always 20/20.
Rob and I did manage to make it down to Oakland to get our marriage license at least. Granted it was in the middle of another water heater melt down we still managed to get there and get the license before the parts or the plumber showed up.
We recently found out that Rob's dad can't make it due to his heart, travel isn't a good idea. Rob's step dad can't make it to the wedding because he is in the middle of selling his house. Rob's twin brother had the money to make it to be his best man but blew it on a new flat screen t.v. so chances are he wont make it for the wedding ether. Poor Rob has no best man. The only thing we could come up with is my dad being his best man and my mom walking me down the isle, since he doesn't know any one else to stand in for him. He can't ask his co-workers because they are covering his shifts while he gets married. Sheesh. So I may have a spare booger green tie if anyone wants one...
We still have tons of things to do, and the wedding account is slowly draining, we have almost paid off the photo guy and almost paid off the florist lady. But Ashley still doesn't have a dress and Karen still hasn't picked her dress up from the dress shop. ugghhhh I will be so glad when this is all over. I just want to go back to normal. Normal is in a world non bridal, where green is green, not clover, sage, shamrock, Kelly, emerald, jade or spring. It's just plain green. I miss that world.

it's been a loooong time

2011-07-11T17:59:00.000-07:00

Sorry it has been awhile, but I am usually on facebook but I know some of the family is not to I wanted to try to update.
The invites are sent so you should be getting them any day now. A lot of people are asking us where we are registered since we didn't include any note saying what to get us. To be honest we don't need anything. I know it's crazy, but we have both been married before and we live together, so we pretty much have everything. We can't take time off work for a honeymoon so there is no wishing well website to send money to. We couldn't agree to a charity to donate too considering they are all worthy, so we would just be happy to get a card with heart felt well wishes. If you feel the need to send a gift, just make it a gift card to target or safe way or luckys, something like that. Plus it's been hard on evryone lately in the money department so gift are not nessesarry at all. Hope that helps out if anyone was wondering. :)
As for the rest of the wedding plans go, it's cool so far. The bridesmaids all have dresses. My dress is currently missing. I gave it to the seamstress to bustle the back of it sometime in May and I haven't heard from the lady again. I'm not panicked yet. Dad and the grooms men still need suits. We finally got a cake topper, it's a corpse bride from tim Burton's movie. we have plenty of decor and I pay the flower lady in August. Our d.j. is putting together a playlist of mainly 80's music and celtic stuff some new wave too since you can't exactly dance to goth music. I thnk The funkins (foam punpkins) are being carved by a friend who is a billion times more creative then myself.
As for Rob and I we wre doing well. Mostly working and when we get the chance we meet up with mom and dad to go somewhere. Before summerschool started we drove down highway 1 to big sir and toured the hearst castle. We went hiking in sanol canyon and mom and dad took Rob to the golden gate bridge to take photos. All the photos are on facebook, since this blog wont let me put photos up anymore.
Summer school started a week ago so I have been busy with that. But as soon as summer school is finished we will plan another trip and I may try to hunt down my wedding dress.
thats about it guys. Love you! oh and don't forget to send back your reply cards apparently I need to count people for the wedding. LOL

More from my bucket of crazy

2011-01-23T14:38:00.000-08:00

So, we managed to pick out the bufet menu as well as the flowers. I honestly can't recal what we will be eating since it was done last month, however I do belive there will be some sort of chicken dish. The flowers seemed to be extreemly complacated, There are thousands of choices in flowers alone, wittled down only by the seasonal choices. Then there seems to be an endless choice of shapes of boquets to choose from...really...I had to pick the shape of the boquet. I figured that once you put a bunch of flowers together it makes it's own shape. I guess I was wrong. I had no idea what flowers I wanted so the lady told me to bring her a picture. I just kind of handed her a picture of some boque I found in a magizine, but it doesn't stop there...no of course not. I had to substatute some for others and all that horse doody. Natalia came with me and I just let her do it. I think she is better at girly things than I am.
In August mom and I ordered my wedding dress, however we hadden't heard anything from the store we ordered it from in quite awhile. We decided to stop by the store in November while I was on Vacation to just see if they had an e.t.a on the dress. So we went to the store and it was closed. Not just closed but it closed down. No dresses in the windows no people working in the now empty store, no cars in the parking lot. All this store had was a phone number on the window. After mom and I paniced and freaked out and yelled and pounded on the doors for a while we called the number and was assured the dress was ordered and in production and not to worry about the dress or the deposit on the dress. We were also told that the e.t.a on the dress was about the 3rd week of December. So on December 29th we drove to stalkton and picked up my dress, it's freeking awesome!
Rob got his suit and shoes. we ordered the ties and all that jazz. So far a huge chunk of the wedding crap is done. But we still need to figure out a cake and a cake topper as well as the music. the girls still need dresses and we have looked at quite a few places and not found anything they would like to wear. But I think I can finally relax for a bit and add to the wedding account for a few months before we have to put more money on the next thing we need.
Mom has had two surgurys in the past month. She had her ankle repaired from an injury she got about 10 years ago. She is now in a giant boot and has a frankenstine walk but she is okay. Then she had the little cancer spot removed from her ear as well. she has tiny stitches in her ear now. I was hoping she would look elf like but no such luck. She is doing well, even though dad has done most the cooking and cleaning the past few weeks, he has actually managed to keep from burning the house down...for the most part. He did have an issure with a cornned beef he turned to dust, but it was his 1st day cooking. lol

more wedding crap

2010-10-17T07:29:00.000-07:00

We have started ordering items for the wedding. I went through oriental trading company for a lot of stuff. They seem to have nice things for a price we can afford. So far we have the grooms gifts and bridesmaid's gifts, flower girl and ring kid gifts, garders and treat bags. I also went out and got the veil thingy, which I kind of don't understand the point of since Rob and I live together so he has already seen my face. But apparently since my dress is strapless, dad wants a veil to cover my tattoos. You can still see them through the veil, so again, I am not too sure why this was so flippin' important. We have the invites, we just haven't printed them out. I got my shoes, they are $10.00 white ballet slippers so I am not towering over Rob. He is already a bit shorter than I am.
The list of stuff we need is still really long though. We still need a cake, flowers and center pieces (I hear these are extremely important..for some reason)as well as brides maid dresses and grooms and grooms men's suits. the list is endless. I am glad we started planning now, since a picture person runs about 2 grand alone. *sigh* I am not sure why things are so expensive when it's just for a day. It seems starting out your marriage in debt up to your eyeballs is the norm, but I have a mortgage to pay and Rob needs braces. It's pretty funny to see all the wedding magazines where the couple have this huge lavish wedding that costs tons of money and they are younger than Rob and I. I wonder what they do for a living and how much debt they are in. Maybe I needed to pick a higher paying job that was less fulfilling, instead of going for a job that made me feel like I made a difference in a kid's life.
I don't like planning big events like this, I don't know how to organize stuff like this. A coordinater costs more money, but maybe worth it to get the pressure off. I have a year to stress out about everything. The worst part is I have no one to blame but myself, it all started when I fell in love with a dress, and I had to build a wedding to match it. If I stayed out of the dress store, I would still be getting married in my parents back yard or a nice normal small stress free court house. Here's the kicker, I don't even remember what the stupid dress looks like! I haven't seen it for 2 months! We ordered it and I am sure it is being made somewhere in a sweat shop in China by tiny children who only get paid $.8 a day! I can't even recall the beading or the shape of it. I just know it's strapless and has some green on it. For the love of all that is Holy!!!!!! I have dug myself in way too deep to turn back now. The parents were kind enough to pay for the wedding venue and mom got her fancy dress already and she LOVES it! She looks amazing in it!
Just think, it's going to be a whole year of posts like this. Me freaking out and second guessing ever move I make. It's like year long torture. Poor Rob. Poor poor unknowing Rob. I have hid my crazy from him for over a year already, it's getting harder and harder to pass off my mental break downs as p.m.s. At some point he will look at the wall calendar and figure out I am just slowly going bat crap crazy.
So thank you for reading my post and letting me vent. Keep up with my page to watch me spiral down into bridzilla like tantrums. That way the asylum had documentation of why I have to be in a padded room in a "hug me jacket". Maybe they have a whole room full of brides, I should suggest it when I get there.

wedding plans

2010-09-20T19:52:00.000-07:00

Okay so the wedding plans as annoying is they are, are going well. We have a venue we have a guest list and food. We have the dress and a groom. We have my shoes (they are white slippers) and we have the invites (only 60) we even have our d.j. but we are getting there. Rob and I started a wedding fund so we can put money in it and when we need to buy stuff we use the money outta that account so we can still pay bills. We still need a cake, a person to take awesome pictures and a few other things. But we have a year to save and a year to spend. I am trying not to panic. I have only cried 4 times while doing our budget.......I honestly thought this would be fun, it's not. we should have eloped.

He's my Elvis

2010-08-16T20:42:00.000-07:00

So one of my favorite authors in the whole wide world came to Capitola California yesterday. He was doing a book signing and a talk. Thanks to authortracker.com I was lucky enough to get a heads up on his book tour. So since Mom and Natalia read his books too we asked my Dad to drive us an hour away to Capitola so I could get my books signed. I finally did something with my summer that was such an amazing experiance that I still am freaking out about it. I can't belive I met Christopher Moore! His talk was hilarious and fasinating. Dad even strted reading his books now because he was so inpressed with Mr. Moore. I borught 5 books for him to sign since the rest of my collection of his books were lent out and never returned. He signed them all and posed for a photo. I was so happy! I am still happy. I think it may be one of my happiest days ever. I just wish the picture looked better. I could swear Natalia and I looked like normal cute chicks but when we looked at the picture after, Natalia looked like she gained 50 pounds and had a gap tooth and I have 9 chins insted of my usual 3. uuughhhh we so photo blew it. Anyway, if you guys would want to read any of his books they are all awesome. But my personal fave is: LAMB. Mom's favorite is: PRACTICAL DEAMON KEEPING and dad is currently reading: A DIRTY JOB. If you get the chance to read any of his work, I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.
On a wedding note, Rob and I have set a tentative date of October 22, 2011. We still have to look at our budget and a place to have it. The dress has a deposit already, so that has been figured out. Good news is we have a year to slowly pay for things and make changes, Bad news is Rob needs braces and thats crazy expensive. The other cruddy news is, well honestly Rob is a sacurity guard and I am a teacher's aide, so we make about as much as the paper boy combined. Gurrrrr. I found a book about weddings on a budget and read it cover to cover, there is a ton of great hints to help out, but the more I read, the more I despreatly want to take the deposit on the dress back and go to a drive through wedding in vegas. I forgot how much I hated planning the 1st wedding. It's amazing how the prices for wedding crap has gone up in the past 10 years. It seems to me that it's not the wisest thing to start out a marraige in serious debt. I was looking at veils on like and the lowest priced one I found was $37.00! For the love of everything holy and pure, it's a flippin' veil! So apparntly I will be making my own or skipping it all together. I next looked at flowers.....yeah I said flowers. Apparently normal flowers are decently priced, but if you type in the word wedding first, all of a sudden they are tripple the price! uughhhh! Honestly, they just die anyway! So I will ither go fake or someone's garden will be harvested in the middle of the night. After the flowers, I looked at cake. A normal round cake is about $20.00 at the highest. But low and behold you type the word wedding in and BOOM! now it's $450.00 at the lowest. I called and asked why such a high mark up and they said the frosting is more expensive.....really.....thats what they said. I even asked if they mixed crack in it or black market babies but she said no, just a good butter, then hung up on me. So maybe buying a few round cakes and stacking them up maybe the way to go. How hard could it be to decorate a cake? After the cake phone call, I was too scared to look for food people or a hall or anything at all. Eloping isn't an option now that the dress is 1/2 paid for and mom has seen it. What have I gotten us into? Why did Rob have to insist on a non-court room wedding? Why did I agree to putting a deposit on a dress? (the dress is amazing and perfect and it makes me look like I am thin and have a butt) I may have bought the dress just to vacumme in it. Why? why? why am I an idiot?
But I met Christopher Moore! and thats all that matters right now. I have to keep thinking of that so I don't crank call wedding venders in my area.

Summer Vacation

2010-08-06T09:33:00.000-07:00

Summer vacation has started. I made so many plans. I wanted to hang out with all my other pals. Natalia and her brother Rodrigo are un-employed so they have lots of time on their hands. However, everytime we make plans somthing comes up and we end up trying another day. Rob and I made plans as well, but he ended up having training on all the days he had off. I have been pretty desprate for somthing to do, besides clean the house and stalk Edward Cullen on the internet. I have managed to read 7 books in about 2 weeks. I hang out with the parents playing scrabble at the coffee shop. We sit out side and play so mom can work on her tan. Apparently the natural light makes it far too easy for my mom to pin point all my grey hairs and my new wrinkles. Sending me into a spiral of self doubt and fear. I end up making an apointment to dye my hair and research the prices of botox. gurrrrr.....
At least I have Jelly-Bean. He doesn't seem to care what I look like. bonus points for him! He has managed to worm his way deeper into our hearts. Honestly I always liked the stupid bird, but now it borders on obsesive. We buy him toys off the internet, the bird gets more mail and packages than we do. He has a place on the couch between us. He has the run of the house, he climbs off his cage and hops to us when he wants to cuddle. He even took over the blanket Auntie Elaine gave me for x-mas! If we try to use it, he hightails it over to the couch and climbs up the blanket and burrows under it! He drinks my orange juice and my coffee when I'm not looking. We even rent him bird movies from discovery channel. When Rob comes home from work, the bird gets kissed first, when I come home from work the bird gets kissed first. It's finally dawned on us, we are parents. I don't know how it happened, he was suposed to be a pet, he was suposed to be something that we just feed and ignore. Now we have a bird car seat, seed on the floor, special blankets for him and extra money spent on ways to entertain him. So even though I will never have to save for a college fund or bail money and I don't need to buy clothing, I will never need to bring cup cakes to his class for his birthday....I have a kid, he just has feathers. I can't even blame my stretch marks on him. On that note, I gotta go, someone needs sunflower seeds and fresh bathwater....

yawn

2010-07-23T21:56:00.000-07:00

sadly, I have nothing cool to report.....The most exciting thing that Rob and I have done in the past month is ordering fushigi balls off the interwebs due to our massive boredom. We have not recived them yet, but are eagerly awaiting their arrival like a kid waiting for the decoder ring at the bottom of the cereal box.
Summer school will be over next week and I will have 3 weeks off, and I have been told by the parentals that I have to unpack the last 6 boxes from my move into the condo. All the boxes contain "childish" things like sailor moon dolls and kid's toys. Mom forbade me to display such items in my new condo because I am an "adult". so if I am suposed to unpack them, yet can't desplay them.....what do I do with them? How do I make this woman happy? I am at a loss.
So the parents will be heading out your way to Utah on sunday, day after tomorrow. Natalia will watch their house and take care of the cat, since my parrot is a 2 year old with flock behavior and can't be left alone, and Rob can't be left alone cuz all he can cook is rice. I can't bring the bird to my parent's house cuz the cats will just tourture him. So Natalia is way more cat savy than I am. I tend to forget that they are around unless they are meowing and junk. So I would expect my parents to show up around Monday late or Tuesday early.
Anyway, we still haven't bothered even planning a wedding or even a date, we just say Octoberish 20011ish. I am pretty much inclide to just hit up a courthouse and get it done with, no fru fru dress, no going in debt planning anything,no having to scout out some location, no dancing....no drama or headache.....sounds perfect to me. Although I would love a huge halloween costume party shindig.....dangit! what do I do? lol

yeahhhhhhh

2010-06-17T16:33:00.001-07:00

sorry, I haven't posted in forever. the blogger stopped letting me post pictures so I kinda gave up. I'm always on facebook though and I have tons of pictures up there. Today was the last day of school, then I have a week offf before I have to start summer school. I hate teaching summer school, no one wants to be there, most of all me. But apparently the morgage needs to be paid so yeah.... Both mom and dad's birthdays past and they had a great time. dad got old dorky movies with giant ants in black and white and fake monsters and didn't force us to watch them so it was a win win. Mom ended up getting a new cat because punkin up and walked out on her one day and didn't come home. After 4 weeks she wrote him off. oddly enough when we went to the shelter on her birthday to get a new cat, we found one named punkin pie. So we got it for her, it's a girl cat this time, she always wanted a girl, and now she has one. So she is pretty happy about it. It just seemed like a good sign since her name was the same as the last one.
Rob and I got engaged in April, but are waiting to get married for a few years since we both have been divorced. I will let you know the details when the ball gets rolling. I did get one heck of a ring though. lol But since it's so far away we haven't even started planning or have a date, so don't get too excited. All we know is we would like October as close to halloween as we can. Just because it would be fun to have a dorky halloween wedding and not get all formal, just costumes and good times. :)

How to tame your dragon

2010-03-30T16:33:00.000-07:00

So today we took my class to see how to tame your dragon. Since where the wild things are was such a let down, I was kind of worried. I was super happy when the movie started and the kids all seemed to enjoy it. There was enough action scenes to hold their interest and it was full of adorable dragons that start out kinda scary, but quickly turn into cuddly dragons. I also enjoyed it a lot. I happen to own bearded dragons so maybe I am a bit biased, but it turned out to be a great movie. So unlike where the wild things are, I actually recommend this movie to you guys. It's not too scary for the little ones and the big kids will like it too.
Spring break starts Friday and I can't wait. Honestly it seems like forever since we had vacation time. Rob has Wed and Thurs off so I can finally take him to Pier 39 and fisherman's wharf. He has been waiting a while to go there, our schedules never seem to work out to have days off together. He really wants to have clam chowder in a sough dough bread bowel.
As for me, I kinda just wanna sleep in and play with Jelly-Bean. This bird and I apparently have Bonded to the point that I can't even feed Nauhal's 5 month old son a bottle with out Jelly-Bean getting jealous. Rob has bonded well to the bird as well. The bird "love vomits" on him. lol! When a parrot loves you a lot, it tends to share it's food with you by regurgitating it between your fingers...like it's feeding it's young. So I get the kisses and cuddles and all the good stuff and Rob gets puked on...seems like a fair deal to me. LOL We have managed to teach him 3 words. He says Hi! Night night and really. Of course he only says things when he wants too, leading my parents to believe we are crazy. But finally he said hi in front of my mom. I also trained him to poop when I tell him too, so less laundry for a change. I adore this dumb bird. He cracks me up and I find myself rushing home so we can play together and cuddle. Rob pointed out that I kiss the bird before him when I get home....oops. I would post pictures, but for some reason the blogger wont let me do it. Oh well. love you guys!

Spirit week at work

2010-03-06T11:37:00.000-08:00

So this week was spirit week at the school I work at. Usually I don't participate because it requires us to wear various goofy things and I usually have some other place to go after work but I managed to do a few things. Monday was wear your school t-shirt day...I missed that mainly because I got a really cute dress over the weekend and wanted to wear that instead. Tuesday was crazy hat day....I missed that regardless of the fact that I happen to have an over abundance of dorky hats that would have worked just fine. Wednesday was Dr. Suess day so we were supposed to wear something striped....yeah big girls don't usually have striped clothing, it adds pounds. Thursday was crazy hair day...that I did, I own several nut ball wigs, if you open my closet you would think that I rob banks and have a ton of drag queen friends. I wore a wig and scared one of my students to the point he wouldn't even sit next to me....i should wear it more often. Friday was pajama day....I wore what I slept in, it's light blue jammie pants with polka-dots and a solid navy blue t-shirt. I had to gas up before work so I stopped by the gas station to fill up, as I was filling up, a lady came to me and asked me about a mole on her lower back...apparently my pajamas look like nurse's scrubs. I saw her butt crack. Never again will I do pajama day at school. Any way, I am on facebook and if you guys wanna find me, I tend to be on that more so than the e blogger I am under the user name Alison pandora or go by my e-mail squawpandora@yahoo.com.

Valentines day FAIL

2010-02-16T18:50:00.001-08:00

I have been sick since Feb 6Th. By sick I mean the always fun, cold and cramps combo. I took the 9Th and the 10Th off. The 11Th was a half day so I pushed though it and we had the 12Th off. We also had Monday (yesterday) off, so you would think I would be well by now, two days off and then a four day weekend. But no I woke up this past Saturday with all kinds of bad things coming out of me. Poor Rob trying to figure out what to do when I am behind a closed bathroom door crying in pain. Does he enter and help? Or run and save himself? He called my mom...smart guy. I managed to be sick for Valentines day, but scored TWO boxes of chocolates from Rob. He said one box was for me and one box was for the demon inside me that yells at him once a month for clipping his toenails too loud. I got him a card that sang happy together by the turtles. I received some great fever blisters from my scorching fever a few days ago, so now I look like a leper Needless to say romance was tossed aside for a high five and a jug of purel. I was cheered up by a the card auntie Elaine sent me though, always makes me laugh. So i always complain when I am stuck at home about day time t.v. It's worse when you have a four day weekend and have to spend it in bed. Or the bathroom. I have learned tons of things: you can hide a body in tar because no one can smell it decay (thank you C.S.I re-runs) The naughty step is the best punishment (thank you super nanny) Verizon wireless and metro pcs both have maps and hate each other (thank you guy who throws the post cards) And the whole world and everyone who lives in a house is haunted by ghosts who are bad (thank you ghost hunters, paranormal state, ghost cops, haunted homes and ghost adventurers) oh and my arse falls asleep within 2 hours of laying in the fetal position crying because I can't reach the remote and Rob doesn't get home from work for 8 hours. So Since I held down a half a pancake yesterday, I figured I could go to work. I went to work and almost made it to the second period when My tummy started flip flopping. I was sent home from work and told not to come back until i am "symptom free for 24 hours." yeahhhhh more time at home....I think I have already seen EVERY made for t.v.movie starring Tori Spelling, I have paid my dues. I want to get the heck outta this house and not be sick anymore! I wanna be able to breathe outta my nose, keep for in me for longer than an hour, i want my body to not be sore anymore, I want my eye to stop leaking that gross stuff, I want to be able to kiss rob on the lips instead of high five him.....uuggghhh all this complaining has made me sleepy.

ahhhh parents

2010-01-10T11:00:00.000-08:00

School started up again on Monday, I didn't want to go back. Honestly, I do love the fact that in these uncertain times that I am employed, but 2 weeks never seems enough time off. My students get off the bus surprisingly happy when vacation is over. A fact that doesn't escape me is they are all special needs and don"t quite grasp the concept of time, vacation, the joy of sleeping in and that you HAVE to wear clothing at school. As cranky as I can be on a Monday returning from a vacation, they jump, limp, waddle or wheel themselves off the bus and i get drooly hugs and kisses and huge smiles. Then I like my job for about an hour, till some one barfs or poops on me. Regardless, my job is quite entertaining if not full of surprises, mostly because of the kids. Sometimes it's shocking and sad because of the parents, it's an emotional job. You have the extreme parents: These parents expect miracles, they hire or get the district to hire specialists on top of the regular teachers to help their disabled child to learn things. This is great, but if your child has a hearing specialist, a vision specialist, a speech specialist an occupational specialist and a tech specialist, they are out of the classroom 90% of the time with these people working on goals. This leaves 10% of the day for diapering, feeding and the basic goal that we are working on like recognizing their written name. Then the parents complain and say we aren't doing our job cuz the kid can't find his name on the board. Then you have the stalker parent: This parent doesn't just drop their kid off, he/she stays to talk to the staff and inquire about our personal lives and follows us into the classroom. Most of the time stalker parents have no jobs, they have all day to drop by unannounced and disrupt the class. They usually have younger siblings in tow who aren't in school yet making it even more disruptive to pop into class for no reason. Then there are the stealth parents: these parents are sneaky, usually they don't speak English and don't answer phone calls when their child needs a change of clothing. They manage to drop their kid off with our classroom while waiting outside for the buses to come without ever saying a word or us seeing them. then we turn around and find the kid quietly nestled among the kids who have already arrived leaving us wondering when the kid was dropped off or has he/she been here all along and we are loosing our minds. these parents are the ones who never open the kids back pack to retrieve notes, home work, art projects or the x-mas gift we had made in class and it's now broken. There are the phantom parents: not to be confused with the before mentioned stealth parent. These parents have their kid bussed to school. It can be years before we actually see this parent. Sometimes they are just voices on the phone. This parent never seems to show up when their is a meting or a birthday often leaving the staff scrambling to come up with enough money to run to the store to get birthday cup cakes. These parents never send a classroom snack even when it's their turn and fail to sign field trip papers so their child has to be left behind when we go on a fun outing making us feel rotten for having to follow the rules. There is the day care parent: this parent has zero goals for their child. They think we are a day care instead of an educational institution. They have pretty much giving up and let the child run their lives. They don't take the child anywhere because of their behavior and just stay at home. They think nothing of their child grabbing others or exposing themselves to others. Often times if the child doesn't like to bathe the parent lets them go with out for weeks. They usually explain away inappropriate behaviors with a swat of their hand and say "he is special." usually a parent like this derails all the teaching we have done over a weekend simply for not enforcing and rules. We have to start again every Monday. Then we have the rare balanced parents: these parents will always check backpacks help their child with homework and not just do it for them, they sign all papers, show up for meetings, read what we have sent home and prepare the child for the next day with all their needs, they can always answer the phone and get to school with a change of clothing if needed, always have cash for a field trip, know when to step back and when to be involved, they ask what we are doing and follow it up at home. Oddly enough these rare balanced parents all seem to be teachers in another school. Go figure. After 10 years of teaching special needs, I have decided that if I ever ended up squirting out a kid, I would end up a stealth parent. I just have that feeling. LOL

2010-01-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

me and rob at the aquarium

At Monterrey bay aquarium.

rob goofing around

sea dragon

jelly fish

rob

mom and dad at the Egyptian museum

rob and I at the Egyptian museum

Rob's birthday cake. I made it. LOL

Rob and I waiting for the count down

Elisa Natalia and me on new years eve waiting for the count down.

So Rob had a birthday right after x-mas but he had to work so I made him a cake and called it a party. LOL then we went to the Egyptian museum for his birthday in san jose. The next day we took him to the Monterrey bay aquarium for some sight seeing. Then we spent new years eve with Natalia's family. super fun and super busy. Vacation is almost over and I don't wanna go back to work, but I guess I have to. Hope everyone had a a great new years. love you!

Christmas evening

2009-12-26T15:03:00.000-08:00

Me and Rob

Rob me mom and dad

rob, mom holding punkin me and dad holding peaches.

So Rob had to work on Christmas, leaving about 6:00 a.m. His shift was 7:00 to 4:00. While he was at work mom came over and helped me file bills since I just honestly am too lazy to do it myself, although I at least remember to save the paid bills and the carbons as well as receipts, that's about as far as my responsibility gos before I looses interest. Since we had a power outage the night before I had no idea how to re-set the t.v. or the whole dish network thingy so I spent the day just watching movies and puttering around the house with Jelly-bean on my shoulder. Rob was late coming home because they forgot to relieve the new guy (him) and he actually had to call someone to locate another guard to take over for him. Poor guy they forgot him on Christmas. When he came home we went to mom and dad's house. Mom made ham and Natalia's grandma dropped off some yummy Paraguayan dishes, so she really didn't have to cook too much. We opened gifts and I was beyond thrilled with my new blanket Auntie Elaine made me!!! omg! it's adorable, it has puppies on it! I squealed like a 5 year old and wrapped myself in it right away!!! How does she know????We had a lot of fun and loved all out gifts! Rob and I went home after desert so we could play our new scrabble game wrapped in blankets with hot chocolate laced with peppermint syrup...yumm! Rob had to work today from 4 to 12:00 a.m. he ended up having to take a shift from a guy who got in trouble for not showing up on time so even though they hired him for part time, this week he has worked over time with time and a half so hopefully he will have a big check. A big check means a snow crab dinner at red lobster....lol Hope you guys had a great x-mas. love you!

mail order boyfriend employment status.

2009-12-24T00:16:00.000-08:00

EMPLOYED!!!!!!

Rob is working at the O'Connor hospital in san jose as a guard. His duties include: guarding stuff and matching toe tags in the morgue. But boy does he look adorable in his uniform. fun fun fun. LOL

Jelly Bean returns

2009-12-21T16:57:00.001-08:00

the parrot is back and he gives kisses now. LOL

Thanksgiving and house warming

2009-12-12T19:52:00.001-08:00

Nahual and his offspring luciano.

me smashing my nose on my sliding door windows...maturity level:0

kitchen full of Latinos as usual. LOL

Team Rob and Alison

team Mikey and Teresa

team elisa and rigo at scattigories

scattigories and beer always a fun combo

a few were left after 12:00 a.m.

Natalia creeping out Michael, but he wasn't scared straight he's still gay.lol

Elisa, Teresa and Natalia

some of the crew

me and Rob

Karen and Ashley at my party

Matthew and his harem of chicks at my party

Matthew getting his flirt on with Leela

Matthew at my party

Me almost looking motherly but panicking inside holding Luciano.

Okay sorry I haven't posted in a while, it's been kinda busy around here and I have been pretty lazy. Mail order boyfriend ( rob) has been looking for work for ever and no one has called him or anything. Poor guy has 15 applications out there for various jobs (I think even mary kay!) While he is at home and I am at work he cleans the house and does the laundry and unloads the dishwasher so that makes me happy. But I think he is slowing going nuts.....I caught him looking up Latke recipes the other day, neither of us are Jewish.

Anyway, so Thanksgiving was awesome, lots of food. Nahuel (Natalia's brother) brought his new born named luciano. So we were all goo gaa over him like he was doing anything, just laying there all pink and wrinkly. We are just now finally getting rid of all the thanksgiving left overs. Literly, Rob is in the kitchen as I type trying to force the moldy food down the disposer. ewwww so his job!

My house warming was apparently a huge event. I think there were at least 60 people at my house, some I even knew. I even had friends show up from high school that I never talk to anymore, it's amazing how many people show up when you promise booze and food. One of my former students showed up. His name is Matthew and he is in a wheel chair and can't talk but he turned 18 this year so he was flirtin' up a storm with all the girls at the party. It was pretty funny. He was such a hit at my party that he has been invited to two more parties that my friends are throwing for new years! No one even asked for a tour of my house because they were so enamored with Matthew. So I'm posting pics of Thanks giving and my house warming, enjoy:) love you!

coyote hills pictures (nature reserve)

2009-11-25T10:18:00.000-08:00

Our trip to coyote hills was pretty fun. Coyote hills nature preserve is less than 5 miles from my house and Rob had never gone so I took him on the fat girl hike. (a fat girl hike is a flat land hike with many stops to rest) We had fun and it was cool to see all the birds. Slept really well after our walk. LOL

Vacation!!!!!!!!

2009-11-22T11:55:00.000-08:00

So I am officially on vacation!!!!! So happy, it's been a stressful year so far and we aren't even half way through. At one point for a week me and the Teacher, Armida were the only people who came to work. All our staff was out sick at the same time. All our kids were dropping like flies and it was drama drama drama. But now we have a week off and I am thrilled. Rob (mail order boyfriend) finally got his guard card and can apply for a job after waiting almost a month for his prints to clear, thanks to 3 fer low Fridays the company has to have delaying it's arrival. And I finally had a good hair day (See picture above) I felt the need to document my good hair day since they seem to be getting fewer and far between. So the teacher I work with, Armida is taking this week off to take her daughter to Disneyland. I volunteered to bird sit her conure while she was away. It's name is Jelly bean and we have no clue if it's a boy or a girl. I tried several tests to figure it out. I held up a remote control and a cute shoe to see which one it liked better. I held up a picture of Johnny depp and a picture of a scantly clad lady from my bra catalog to see which it would move towards and then I tried holding up a d.v.d of a jackie chan movie and steel magnolias to see if there was a preference. But it didn't move either way so all tests proved inconclusive. I can only deduce that the bird is asexual (doesn't prefer either sex, like the singer morrissey) or it likes torturing me. However it's loud and messy leading me to believe that maybe just maybe, I don't ever want children. I like kids, I just like it when they go home to their own homes. Anyway Jelly Bean is pretty cool, It lets us sleep in late and doesn't squawk unless we leave or come home and it doesn't last too long. He likes to sit on our shoulders or my head while we play scrabble and LOVES to poop on my floor. It loves company which s great since mom has volunteered to have thanksgiving at my house and include Natalia's family. That will be nine people, not including nauhel's baby mama and the infant. seriously that's a lot of people. I have no idea why mom would think this is a good idea. To make matters even worse, I put Natalia in charge of my house warming party. So this Saturday I will have about 20 people in my house. I don't do well with planning a social event, I tend to avoid crowds and hate having people over because I hate having to clean up, but after a few glasses of wine, we had a guest list made. the guest list included the words toga toga toga, so I'm not sure if that's the theme (I hope not cuz we invited my parents) anyway we will see what happens. You know I will post pictures! Love you guys!

A fancy wedding...

2009-11-15T11:14:00.000-08:00

The setting was a great place in Aptos california on a lovely day! The couple was Nova and adrian, Nova is a friend from Highschool and she Looked soooo pretty! We had sea bass or tri tip, I picked fish cuz it's yummy! The groom is from Cuba so the whole wedding was in english and spanish. It was so fun and very fancy. They danced all night, I watched. I don't dance it's my duty not to. LOL

HALLOWEENIE!

2009-10-31T23:02:00.000-07:00

the sushi we made.

a black kitten that walked into the house.....yeahhh

we are sooo spooky

this is my house....keeping the sign up to make sure the girl scouts don"t come by.

So we left the door open for the trick or treaters and a little back kitten walked in. oodly enough Rob (mail order boyfriend) and I were just discussing getting a dog. The kittahs must have some net work system and know I am a sucker because it is currently in the back yard after finishing my last can of tuna and my good bath towel and cute basket is out there for it too. I don't like kittahs. But it's haloween and and a black cat showed up...it may be fate, but he was eye ballin the bird sooo...yeahhh figures.

our pumpkins

2009-10-30T20:16:00.000-07:00

Rob hard at work.

Rob did this one (Rob: mail order boyfriend)

This one is mine

This one is daddys

This one is Mommy's

This one is mine.

This one is Rob's

pictures

2009-10-24T20:16:00.000-07:00

Went out last night to watch Rodrigo d.j. with the crew. Got home around 2 a.m....ish. But before we got all tired and my make up ran we took a few pictures. Just me and Rob (mail order boyfriend) LOL

where the wild things are..........

2009-10-20T22:18:00.000-07:00

I love the book where the wild things are. My students adore it, so what better idea did we have but to take our students to see the movie on opening day? We were all so excited! we counted down the days and put it on our class calendar and everything. So last Friday we all piled into various cars and drove to the theatre and all my kids bought their own tickets because that's our math goal is to learn how to make change. We always go on opening day during school hours because the theatre is usually empty and out class wont disturb people. (since some of our autistic kids scream and grunt for no reason) The movie disturbed our kids to the point of tears, not only was it boring, but it was violent and scary. They seem to have spent all their good sense on the costumes and the story was second to the movie. It barely followed the book, they made it creepy instead of fun and there were long periods of silence that were pointless and un-entertaining. My kids were ether turned in their seats talking to others, sleeping or freaking out during the movie. I was seriously sad and let down by this promising flick. Most of you guys have little kids so pre-warning: rent it, don"t spend massive amounts of money to go see it, especially if you have little ones because it"s not entertaining and they wont hold still. We actually had to send notes home to 3 parents because the kids were so distraught by this movie. If you guys want to see where the wild things are, just visit any classroom after someones birthday and they have been eating cup cakes! Trust me. kisses!

a few new pictures.

2009-10-15T16:19:00.000-07:00

Okay so I have been sick for a while and I didn't get the chance to post the pictures of the lighting fixtures that I got with the great gift card auntie Elaine sent me. But now that I am feeling better here they are:

This is the one I picked to go into the upstairs bathroom!

this is the lighting I picked for the downstairs bathroom. cute huh?

And this is the porch light for my back patio! Thank you auntie!!!!!! kisses

And I'm in the condo....

2009-10-04T20:40:00.000-07:00

Okay so we began moving on saturday....the hottest day of the year so far, yeah I sooo was not popular because of that! lol. It took about 2 days to get it all moved in, and I am still not 100% unpacked, but at least 88% done. Today Rob (mail oder guy) got the internet up and running as well as putting a wire-less router on my lap top, so I can actually be on the computer, paint my toe nails and watch t.v all at once! I feel so spoiled. Next Rob will put an anti virus thingy on my lap top. It's so nice to have someone computer savy around.

Auntie Elaine sent me a congrats on my new home card! so cute, has a picture of a little house on it with glitter, so I pinned it onto my cork bord so when I have a house warming everyone can see it! Auntie also sent me a gift card for home depot, and it was perfect timing! I have to get 2 new bathroom fixtures pluse a patio light fixture, so we all went to home depot and I got all of them in one shot! Rob installed them and they look great! Thank you Auntie!!!!!I have a few pics to put up, but not too many so far, because I'm still trying to get settled and work at the same time. But my new address and phone number is as follows: 34572 bluestone common, Fremont c.a. 945555. Phone: (510) 574-0427.

Rigo and Nahuel painting the shutters that hide my washer and dryer.

Seeee I totally used my new stve top! top raman in style!!!!

Rigo behind the fridge trying to fix it, or hiding from my mother, not sure which, all I know is he found the best spot to avoid her!
tired from unpacking!

condo almost finished pictures!

2009-09-22T21:07:00.000-07:00

Okay, so it's been a long haul. I mean honestly, this whole thing has been stressful for us all, but it's starting to look less like a brothel and more like a normal house. The last thing to do is shampoo the carpets on Friday then start moving in. Of course it's not that easy, I still have to finish packing and clean the apartment for inspection and manage to attend Ashley's 7th b-day party. But I took the 28th-30th off to manage it all. So please enjoy the photos, I am sure there will be more to come as I move in and finishing touches are done.
My new washer and dryer! Win!

My new stove, top ramen shall be cooked in style!

Nahuel and Rodrigo cutting my kitchen floor. Nahuel's baby is due any day and Rigo is still single cuz of his fleas. LOL

My kitchen floor, well a piece of it.Rigo and Dad picking out floors, but then we went to home depot and only had 2 choices so it was a wasted trip.

Rigo and Nahuel putting the fridge back after they finished the floors.Nahuel put in the hood over the oven too, notice the red brick from the wall behind the stove is now gone and has been painted.My new bathroom sink downstairs that the boys put in, the blue tape was a gift from them till the caulking dried.Rob painting the corners first so dad can roll the rest of the paint on.Rob got in a fight with the paint roller, I think the roller won.....at least we got the washer and dryer, right!?The master bedroom (remember the ox blood red?) I picked a sage colour to brighten it, took three coats of t.s.p and 2 coats of primer!still the master after I cut in the corners.The master bedroom done with the paint, base boards next.Master bedroom closet, now we have to re-hang the closet doors.
I picked a really light gray for the two other rooms, Rob and dad painted them.

message from my parentals

2009-09-21T22:53:00.000-07:00

The Parents want me to pass along the message that their computer isn't working since they had a black out a few weeks ago. They can't check their e-mail so if it takes them forever to respond or they never respond or if it's important they want you guys to call the hous einsted. (510) 489-3247. thank you. love alison
(they say it was the black out, but the computer is from the mid 90's soooo yeahhhh)

condo prgress and my birfday

2009-09-13T21:35:00.000-07:00

the kitchen area

my agent painting and mom's butt

dad in a apron, but he swears it's a smock. it's so an apron.

I'm growing kittahs in my backyard!

dad and mom at red lobster for my birthday

rob (mail order man) eating snowcrab for the first time.

me and Rob

me at the condo with the sold sign cuz I'm a dork

da in the apron...I mean smock again

Rob cleaning window sills

dad sweating like crazy

the kitchen, not painted yet though

dad painting the livingroom

So the condo has been an endless source of excitement and stress. Mostly stress, not just for me but for my parents, who I am sure has managed to shave off at least 10 years of their lives just by having to sign so many papers and go through so much drama. At one point they decided to pull the plug on the condo thing all together, quite frankly even though it made me sad, I had to agree that the stress was too much for them and I would gladly exchange a stupid condo for my parent's happiness any day. However after we moved all the furniture they had just painted back into my apartment in the hood they decided to call our agent back and go ahead with the condo, thereby shaving 10 years off my life span outta sheer annoyance and frustration. So we get to move the furniture AGAIN. Meanwhile, school has started up again, my mail order man showed up (okay the guy I fell for from Virgina) but I think I'm gonna call him my mail order man just for kicks. I also gave my 30 days notice to my apartment manager. So in essence the list of things to do has grown. I have to go to work for 6 hours, help after work with the condo, go home and pack my apartment, move the boxes to the condo, clean the old apartment, change my address with like 100s of people, get a phone and interwebs and cable put in my condo and in between all this get Rob (mail order man) acclimated to California, his driver's licence changed, his insurance changed, his address changed, register his gun and his car, get new plates for his car and help him find a job on top of showing him around. All this with cramps might I add. Then my birthday shows up! Honestly it could of waited but it didn't. Everyone wanted to do something or go out and I was busy painting and scrubbing walls and I had cramps and didn't wanna go anywhere so I just went out to dinner with Rob and my parents at red lobster. It was fun but mom is sick and didn't feel well and we were all tired from working on the condo. My agent actually showed up to help paint though! That was kinda funny, I think he felt bad that we have only 2 weeks to get it all done. Rodrigo and Nahuel are doing a lot of the work and will help me move as well so that's nice, Rob has been taking up slack and generally taking orders and helping out where ever he needs too. Rob sprayed a wasp's nest and dad locked him out, and pointed and laughed at him, so yeah he got "jumpped in" our "gang" and he didn't get stung. so that was nice. I thought I would post pics of the progress so far but just remember this was all semi gloss paint we had to cover and it's soooooo not finished yet. Had to post the pictures first cuz the blogger thingy wouldn't let me move them for some reason so they are kinda out of order, sorry I didn't know how to fix it.:)

condo update and my new man.

2009-09-10T23:28:00.000-07:00

okay so we got the keys to the condo today. I was at work and mom and dad picked up the keys and started to work on the condo, trying to get the semi gloss paint off the awful walls. Since I'm trying to help with the condo, work and pack all at the same time, posts will be limited. but I'll do my best getting pics of the after. As for the new man news, I met a cool friend on-line through an account I had made like a facebook. He lived in Virginia. He and I have been chatting texting and exchanging music for about 2 years. We were always just pals, since he was married and so far away. But about 9 months ago he and his wife started to have issues that apparently could not be fixed. so He and her separated and he saved up some money and drove all the way here in 3 days to be with me. cute huh?! he's super nice and really sweet. He has been helping me pack and clean the apartment and he will help with the condo to earn his keep till he gets his new California I.d and car registered so he can find a port security job. surprisingly enough he's not Mexican. lol his name is Rob. he arrived Monday and has been super helpful with helping out around the house and making it faster and easier on me during this stressful time. He even rubs my back! I adore him, Pictures will come soon I promise! Love you guys.

calender pics are in.

2009-08-23T09:34:00.000-07:00

okay, I'll be honest, I'm way too lazy to scan them and post them so I just took a picture of the pictures and then posted them here. LOL But they are in and I promised I would post them even though I'm not thinking I like them at all . Voting ends August 30th and I know I have only 4 votes so far, so I doubt I will make the calender and thats fine with me. There is always next year and I plan to do this yearly if the salon keeps it up. anything for chi chi cancer! Hope you guys like them better than I do.

this one is mom's faviorite.

this one is dad's favorite.
And this is the one that made me want to vomit the least. LOL seriously they wernt what I was expecting. LOL

condo pic cont....

2009-08-11T01:07:00.000-07:00

my computer froze so I had to publish the last blog before I was finished, I honestly think the laptop was rejecting the horrid paint colours in the pictures I was posting, so I'll just continue:

Another view of the ear wax yellow living room. The blinds in here are new, so that's cool.And now we go up the stairs as does the earwax yellow paint. That's Rigo at the top trying not to vomit from the paint colours.and the view from the stairs, that I'm sure I'll fall down many times. Thinking of taking the closet door off at the bottom and stuffing a twin sized mattress at the bottom to cushion my falls.The upstairs bathroom, why yes, there are TWO medicine cabinets, why? have no idea, unless one was for prescriptions and one must of held the crack that they were on whilst choosing the paint colours for this condo.

Upstairs bathroom wall paper. ickthe shower, seriously a soap dispenser? was this a hotel?The lizards room and office, look! a normal color, white! it's the sunniest room so the lizards get it.The Guestroom is also white, so glad they ran out of paint by this time.another view of the guestroom, it gets more shade because of the giant tree outside the window.The master bedroom: ox blood red again, must have been a special on that colour. this is the condo I found a 9 mil shell casing in the window sill....maybe they had to cover up a crime and paint the room this colour. LOLmaster bedroom still, the camera rejected the ox blood walls and tried to defend it's self buy deflecting the light from the window into the high gloss paint. regardless, this is the condo I found the 9 mil bullet casing in the window sill, makes me wonder if the HAD to paint the walls this colour to cover up a grisly crime scene.the building inspector and his ladder, and the heater that has something wrong with it. oh and the ear wax yellow hallway.

well that's all I have for you, hopefully when we get the keys in September we will have re-painted and move my things in and taken the after pictures. Too bad the bank took so long to sign the papers. I'll be at work while mom and dad and rigo have to do most of the work. So I can't help much. But I think mom wants it that way so she gets to pick ALL the colours. sigh. Love you guys!

Condo pictures

2009-08-11T00:25:00.001-07:00

So today we had to meet at the condo for the pest inspector and the home inspector. Natalia and Rodrigo came as well since Rigo and Nahuel will be doing the contract work, painting and repairs to the condo. The inspectors took two hours to poke around and ceaser was there to help us sign more flipping papers while Rigo measured the house and scribbled on his pad of paper. Mom spent most the time trying to find a paint sample that "picked up the peachy orange in the granite counter top." I gave up on trying to get paint colours that I actually like, since I was shot down on every single color I even touched. I figure when it's all done, I'll just cover the walls with sailor moon and vampire posters. Honestly the paint that mom picks can't be worse than what is currently on the walls. Dare say it's epically repulsive. Really I'm serious, I don't know what picked the colours, but they really screwed up. So here in all it's butt ugly glory are the before pictures of the condo, The after pictures will have to be after we get the keys in September.

The very small purple downstairs bathroom with a cracked sink.

oh yes, what says "come cook in me!" like ox blood red walls? did you notice the fake brick behind the giant fridge and the missing stove...yeaaahhhhhhh

The laundry spot with invisible washer and dryer! it's also not vented for one, go figure, like the door that fell off...yeah me too. LOL. Please not the ox blood red walls are slowly merging into exorcism vomit green.Ahhh the diningroom, here we have the exorcism vomit green walls PLUS my favorite thing in the world, vertical blinds, also not the hole in the wall near the floor for a/c unit that is no longer there. This room's only saving grace: pergo floors! I am hopeing to match this flooring and bring it into the whole downstairs and turning the a/c hole into a doggie door for the dog I am hell bent on getting.The livingroom, note the exorcism green has gracefully blended in with an army green hue on the right, which merged into an ear wax yellow that totally complaments the grey stained carpet.

condo update and more cell phone drama.

2009-08-06T22:40:00.000-07:00

So a few blogs ago, I wrote about the drama revolving around my cell phone. I ended up with the less demonic white rumor and was quit happy. Sadly it too has met it's demise via my toilet. Honestly it's so annoying, this will be literaly the 5th phone that I have dropped in a camode. I tend to carry them in my back pocket because trying to find a cell phone in my dark Bermuda triangle of a purse is frustrating to say the least. so after I pee I yank my pants up and plop! into a lovely urine filled toilet. But this time it was different. I simply had too much crap in my hands. If you happen to have a split level house you know what I mean. It's like stuff that gos up stairs sometimes works its way down stairs and you have to haul it back up at the end of the day when your about to retire. so My hands were full of stuff and I put it on the back of the toilet and like in the movies watched in in slow motion slip off the back of the crapper and plunk, into the bowl. Luckily it was not urine filled for a change, what a treat that was, fishing it out of a clean toilet. *rolls eyes* I start crying, I mean the frickin' plastic wasn't even off the stupid phone yet! Called my by house phone and got told how I shouldn't bring my phone around water....(thanks mom) that was full of sarcasm ya know. So all the money I have stock piled to hold me over for summer has to be dipped into to buy yet ANOTHER cell phone. I suck. So this morning I take wet cell phone to store, trade for a lotus cell phone (i always wanted that one anyway) and crossed my fingers that they could transfer the numbers because I don't memorize any numbers. I got really lucky, it worked and after that the rumor finally never turned back on....it held out just long enough to give me all my numbers. I would bury it and have a service, but the battery would leak into the ground. It was a good phone, even if I only had it for a week and a few days. *sniff* The new phone is nice and it's purple (that's important for some reason) the buttons are flippin tiny though so texting sometimes seems to be slow. I wonder if they make a cell phone for the full figured gal? hummmm. or water proof phones...
So mom called me today and said that the bank finally signed the papers for the condo. I don't really know what the means, but I think it means it's almost mine or kinda mine. still don't have keys though uuuggghhh. I hate moving. but can't wait to have a washer and dryer. ahhh the little things in life......

The pictures are in, kinda.....

2009-07-31T22:00:00.000-07:00

Okay so mom, Natalia and I drove to livermore today to look at the picture proofs for the photo shoot. They had us go into a little room, sit on a nice couch and look at a big (I mean HUGE) screen while she pulled up my pictures. It's already un-nerving to have to look at pictures of yourself posing alone as it is, but now it's on a giant screen. I turned bright red, she clicked through the pictures and she even played music during it. UUUGGGHHH really? why? I honestly didn't like any of them at all. I felt bad that I didn't because the lady who took the pictures was there and she seemed so happy. I mean don't get me wrong they were nice, but I didn't care for them at all. I didn't like my hair or my eyebrows or well I didn't like anything except the lip stick colour. *Sigh*. Mom liked some and Natalia did too so mom picked out and bought a few...(Auntie Elaine, sorry but I think your getting one) I tried to talk her out of it but she picked three I think. As long as I don't have to have them hanging in my house I'm fine. But she only printed out little thumb nail pictures to take home for my mom and in a few weeks my mom will get the bigger prints *rolls eyes*. So in a few days they will print out and blow up the pictures and place them in the salon and then the customers vote on the best 12 to get into the calendar, so theres still a chance I wont make it in. I want to be in it because it's for a good cause, but I wont be upset if I don't make it since I wasn't crazy about the pictures anyway. so I scanned the tiny thumb nails:

Sorry, the extent of my computer knowledge makes it hard for me to figure out how to make the pictures larger. but that's all I can do till we get the normal sized pictures.

The condo is still on our minds. We have yet to receive word that it's officially ours and we can get a key and the sign outside is still there so, no news on that, I'll keep you posted. I did take a picture of the outside of it:

front door, living room window on the bottom and the two windows upstairs look out from the two secondary bedrooms. that's dad at the door. LOL. okay that's all the updates I have. Kisses!

cell phone drama,a movie, a date and a condo

2009-07-26T00:43:00.000-07:00

Thursday night: On my house phone, talking to one of my "man friends" when I see my cell phone needs to be charged. Put the cell phone on charger and don't hear the charge tone it usually gives me. I fiddle with it and discover my charging port on my phone is loose. I figure out a way to get it to charge by wrapping the cord in a boy scout type knot to make it though the night. I'm pretty annoyed considering the phone will only be 1 year old in 2 weeks.

Friday morning: Wake up early to discover that during the night my evil house gnomes have unraveled my cell phone cord thereby denying my cell phone of it's vitality. Get up, get dressed, brush teeth, slap on make-up and drive to sprint repair store. Walk in and am instantly greeted by 3 Persian men around my age. They all went to my high school and know my ex boyfriend Johnny (oh Joy). exchange my cell phone for one with a working charge port. Drive to parents house to set my phone up (same kind of phone and same model). The phone is dialing by itself. I press a button and it dials odd numbers ending in a triple six every time. Turn new cell phone off and turn it back on in hopes that it clears up the problem. I press the volume button and the phone dials another random number ending in a triple six. Go with parents to coffee, all the while trying to get phone to work correctly. I fail. Take possessed phone back to repair shop and Persian guys and ask for a phone that is a bit less satanic. They comply and I receive yet another phone. This time in white instead of green thinking it would be less evil. It worked, go figure. Side note, one Persian guy asked me out, although quite good looking I have now developed a new rule to dating: if I need more than two marbles in my mouth to pronounce your name, we simply can't date, it's just too confusing and I like my men with TWO eyebrows, not one long bert and ernie special.

Friday night: arrive at Kat and Manual's house to have pizza and go to the opening of the movie Orphan. Enter theater and am accosted by 4 armed guards all trying to hand me posters for that g-force movie with the Guinea pigs. Gotta love the ghetto. Accept all four posters, enter movie, find seats. watch movie, laugh at scenes that aren't supposed to be funny and get embarrassed. Leave theater when movie is over abandoning four g-force posters in random seats. Receive hushed phone call from mom saying I need to come to their house. It's 10:00 p.m so it must be important. Drop off friends and high tail it to mom and dad's. Mom and dad got a phone call saying we got the condo on bluestone street in Fremont. Go home and dream of fighting over paint colors and bathroom fixtures with mom and barely sleep a wink.

Saturday morning: wake up 8:30 a.m, clan house, make coffee, throw on clothes, smack on make-up, grab laundry and show up at mom and dad's by 10:00 Ceaser (our agent) shows up five mins later. We sit around the kitchen table and sign billions of papers for this condo on Blue stone commons. Make a trip to look at the condo again, Took notes on what condo needed fixed and left for home. Dropped parents off at their house at 12:00 p.m. Remembered I had a date with the witch doctor at 1:00. I have an hour to drive home, shower, change and put nicer make-up on. Meet witch doctor at pet store and jump into his truck (apparently he has to bring a new car every date we have) He takes me to Sosalito to a nice little place for seafood and view of the bay. Takes me shopping afterwords to little shops with over priced items and various choking hazards (sweet!) annoyed that I refuse to let him buy me trinkets. We drive to sujus for coffee and get there by 6:15 p.m. We sit outside and I notice My father's shirt is hanging on the back of one of the chairs. They had been there 5 hours before and dad walked off with out his shirt and just in his under shirt AGAIN. Pick up shirt, witch doctor asks how I know it's my dad's and I sniff the collar and say I know it's my dad's shirt cuz it smells like my dad. Witch doctor is clearly grossed out by this. I roll my eyes and stuff shirt in my purse. Witch doctor then gets all republican on me and then tells me he hates kids and never wants to be a father......wow. Such a charmer, that's a great way to win a teacher over, tell me you despise children. second date FAIL. third date NOT an option. Witch doctor insists that we look at the neighborhood I will be moving into to see if it's safe or not. As we pull in there are 3 cop cars in the complex. I slyly snap a photo of the police and text mom to tell her that maybe we should reconsider our earlier paper signing extravaganza. She insists that after my date I go back to their house and we all go in my car back to the condo and see whats going on with the police. Witch doctor takes me back to my car and I think him for the interesting date and ask him to try not to run over and children on his way home. Head on over to mom and dad's, get there around 8:15 p.m. and drive by condo. there are no police anymore and I produce the picture as proof that they were indeed there. Make plans to visit complex tomorrow and mom wants to talk to the neighbors to find out if the place is nice or if the police are there often. I will be hiding in the back seat.

Us all signing the papers to the condo on blue stone commons and our awesome agent Ceaser.
Took this picture in one of the shops we went into on our date. Isn't it nice to know you can put a price on death?:)

updates on stuff....

2009-07-21T21:01:00.000-07:00

Okay, so far we have NOT heard a darn thing on the condos we bid on, just a few letters from mortgage companies that said they looked at our credit.....and that's it. Still hoping for the one across from the fire station, but at this point I will take anything to get out of the hood. It's summer and all the kids are out till the wee hours of the morning playing ghetto tag and screaming and it's driving me batty, and not in the cool goth way I like to be batty.

So Friday night I went to see Harry potter with two couples My friends Kat and Manual and their two friends. I was supposed to bring the witch doctor as my date, but I guess he had to go caving for more crystals to heal people with or something cuz he backed out. I took a slight offence to him backing out and changed his ring tone to the witch doctor song sung by the chipmunks cuz I'm that mature. Any way, so Harry Potter was good, didn't mind being a 5th wheel so to speak. Some guy asked to sit next to me and he was pretty cute so I said yes, even though there was tons of seats that were open. I figured I was gonna totally get a phone number till that scary scene came up (not describing it for fear I will ruin it for others) and he jumped and elbowed me in my left boob. Yeah so naturally I screamed in pain, one doesn't expect their ta-tas to be abused in a movie theater......okay maybe, but not at Harry Potter! Sheesh. Clearly there was no coming back from that and when the show was over he darn near jumped the rails to get out before the lights came up. Not like I was gonna press charges, it's an honest enough mistake. But It was a fun movie and I enjoyed myself despite the elbow in my man bait.

Saturday I woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose. This really ticked me off, cuz I know the photo shoot was the next day. I tried to ignore it for a few hours, went and had coffee with the parentals and played some scrabble. Then went home and washed my hair for the photo shoot. I woke up Sunday feeling like that bee that gets caught on your wind shield wiper and no matter how much you spray it and swipe your wiper blades, just wont come off. That's exactly how I felt. slimy wet and pissy and a little dizzy. I picked up mom cuz I figured here's her chance to get outta the house AND see me in a dress. we grabbed coffee, deposited my vacation pay (yeah rent) and made the drive to my hair salon in Livermore. A nice scenic route though lush canyons and grape vineyards listening to Patsy Cline to get me in the mood. I still felt like crud, but we walked in and the whole place was decked out in back drops fancy hats and clothing form the 30's 40's and 50's. it was really cute. The photographer was tattooed with pin up girls all over her and a betty paige hair cute. So Naturally she was cool. I was whisked away to get my hair done in a chi chi rodrigez style. curly and long and over one eye with a black rose pinned in it on the side. That wasn't so bad, I have tons of pictures like that so no big deal. Then it was off to the make up chair, mom watching the other vict...I mean models walking around in their outfits and looking so cute. Ericka did my make-up. it's hard to watch what they are doing to you when you have to keep your eyes shut, but I felt her doing my eyebrows, so I was glad that someone dew them on or I would have a huge forehead. She applied Shadow all the way up to my eyebrows...okay that's new for me but what ever. then she glued the fake eyelashes on. and she was done. I opened my eyes to see a fat version of Joan crawford. All I needed was a wire hanger. Honestly, my brows were so thick it was crazy. Normally if I was feeling better I would have put up a fight and had her thin them out, but I felt like crud and lost my desire to do anything, but hurry it up so I can leave and go back to bed. I got into my 40's style cocktail dress and a fringed shawl and did what ever the lady taking the pictures told me to do. I hope I didn't blow it because I felt so bad but we will see next week when I go to "approve the head shots." I'm sure I will be mortified. LOL Oh well I tried. Angela showed up in time to watch the shoot and then she left when we did. When mom and I came home dad almost peed himself when I screamed no more wire hangers! I thinned out my eyebrows but was to chicken to try to rip off the eyelashes till I got to my house just in case I yelped in pain. so we went to coffee and I hid behind my sunglasses. When I got home I took off the eyelashes and it actually didn't hurt so that fear is now gone. I showered and took 3 shots of nyquil and slipped into a coma. I woke up for work on Monday at 6:00 a.m. I felt even worse, and every time I blew my nose, a un identifiable liquid shot out of my eye. ewwww. tried to apply make up and dragged my sick butt to the car. drove to work and fell asleep in the car while I was waiting for the school buses to drop off my kids. I was woken up by a co-worker who is a nurse and rolled down the window to talk to her. She said I sounded like a drag queen and was too sick to work so she made me go home and told the school principal. I called in sick on the way home. then washed off my failed attempt at make up and crawled into bed. I texted my mom (yes, I forced them to get a cell phone and taught her how to text, WIN!) to tell her I stayed home and needed a doctor's appt. I would have made the appt myself, but I'm a baby and refuse to do it because that means I admit defeat and I'm sick. She calls me back and tells me to come over and we went to the doctor. I have a wicked sinus infection and I can't go back to work till Thursday. (faking sadness) darnit! So I have been forced since yesterday to stay in Jammies and watch netflix and re-runs of America's next top model all day and text message cute guys. It's been hard. I hate being sick, but I LOVE my bed. LOL

the only cell phone shot I got at the photo shoot. Hopefully the real pictures look better. lol NO MORE WIRE HANGERS EVER!!!!!

still hunting....

2009-07-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

Okay, so far there hasn't been a response for the bid on the last condo I wrote about. Considering our bid was pretty low and I haven't heard anything about if we got it or not, but I'm doubtful. But that's okay since we put 2 more bids out there on two more condos Ceaser found for us. One of the condos is in Newark in a very nice neighborhood again it's a three bedroom one and a 1/2 bath. the kitchen is small (but all I make is top raman so no biggie) and the counter tops are marble. The picked some odd colors to paint the inside, but that's easy to fix enough, it needs carpet and little things like that. It has a decent back yard that can accommodate a small dog, it has a washer and dryer (well the hook ups at least.) it's ground floor and the bedrooms are upstairs (the stairs are carpeted!) the bathroom upstairs is pretty ruff and theres a ceiling fan falling out because of water damage, but I'm sure it's fixable. However, I found a 9 mm shell in the window sill, so why this place seems safer than where I am ? LOL. Now the other condo that I Realllllly Like is way better (in my opinion) it's also a three bedroom, but has a 2 car garage and a back yard big enough for a mid sized dog and a front yard area! It also happens to be across from a fire station (wink wink nod nod). It's kind of ruff though, needs more work than the before mentioned condo. needs paint, carpet, kitchen and bathroom, but I adore it. so we put bids on both condos on Monday so I hope we hear about one of them soon.
In other news, I went on a date with a "doctor" a few weeks ago. His name is Art jeminez and he's pretty cute. he has his own practice in San Fransisco so that was nice, he took me to dinner and then ice cream and I rode in his fancy turbo sports car. So things were going pretty good till I asked him what kind of doctor he was. he tells me he is an alternative medicine doctor. humm and that means what I asked. his reply: "I heal people with crystals and re -align their chackras." He said this with a straight face. After I stopped laughing (okay I know that was rude) I asked him if people really paid him for putting rocks on them and listening to enya. Apparently they do because I just rode in a car worth more than 2 houses. He is a nice guy don't get me wrong, but I had to break the news to the parents that when I said I was going out with a doctor I meant a witch doctor. Now I'm all for the pretty crystals and stuff like that, i read my own tarot and check out my astrology pages, but if I have an axe in my forehead or swine flu, i don't need some rocks on my chest, I need an emergency room. *sigh* well, at least I can cross off doctor from my list, he actually had a white coat with the word doctor on it, I think it counts enough. Plus I already dated a fire fighter, a d.j., a wet back, a rock star, a guy with a missing toe, the single dad, a chemist from Morocco, an Afghan guy with a smelly car, a singing Algerian, a Portoriccan with gout, a young football player with a facial tick, a male model who ended up on meth, a retired chief duty Sargent, a Chinese chef, a guy who was married and didn't tell me, a guy who takes longer to get ready than I do, a stalker, an artist, a photogher and a harley dude. The only thing left is a trapeze artist, a wolf man and a police officer with a kelpto problem. yes I aim High.
even more news: So my amazing British (non gay) hair dresser excuse me, hair artist talked me into modeling for a calender he puts out for breast cancer research.ALL Sales of this calender go to the breast cancer research fund. So I agreed to be an alternate model in case someone backed out. I was stupid to think no one would back out, so now, to my hair artist's delight I am in because some lady has to go to her sons wedding that weekend. great. The theme of the calender is: calender girls (duhhh) so I will be dressed up in 40's or 50's style clothing and trying not to laugh as I pose trying to look sultry yet sweet. They will be doing hair and make up so I have to actually show up bare faced with out eyebrows *ahhh!* I'm excited to support my favorite cause, but not too thrilled someone will be putting a mascara wand close to my eyes. They choose which pictures make it to the calender so I may make it or not, either way I'm happy that I got to take some sort of part in it. If I don't look like a total dork I'll post the picture.....okay I would post it if I did look like a dork but yeah that will be my Sunday this week. I woke up with a huge zit between my eyes so they will have fun trying to cover that one up. LOL
Summer school is going okay, they put us at a school that is really nice, they actually have trees and flowers and cool people and bathrooms that aren't crawling with cockroaches. So despite the horrid heat and having to work the summer I'm actually quite happy there. Even though I have to look at tons of condos after work I have been oddly upbeat. Maybe "doctor" Art re-aligned my chakras when I wasn't looking. LOL

house hunting

2009-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:00

For the past five weekends, my parents and I have been looking for a condo, house, or town house to buy to get me out of the hood. I'm not exactly sure why since I never told them about the guy who jumped on the hood of my car at the stop sign near my house, begging for my phone number. But for some odd reason they don't think I am safe in the hood. I went along with it for two weeks thinking they would get flustered and annoyed with the concept of me moving, but they still insist. I love the fact that they want me safe and are willing to help me out and all that good stuff, but with dad and mom both not working, I kinda worry about them having enough money for the many many prescriptions they have for old people ailments. Plus I was hoping to get them a decent nursing home at some point, you know one that actually turns them over enough to not get bed sores. However i see their point, I am the only kid left, I may actually provide them with a grandchild at some point, although I think the lizards are good enough. I would be closer to them (uhhh yeah) and closer to work. It makes sense. I would get to paint my own rooms which would be cool. So our agent is named Cesar brown. He is awesome. We have known his for about 30 years, he's super nice and always remembers us since my dog chased him four blocks down the street snarling and barking while he tried to innocently leave us a tomato plant one summer. He is also pretty forgiving since I caught my dog before she found out what dark meat tasted like. Since I will be the one living there he wanted my requirements. so I told him, #1. bottom floor unit (stairs inside okay, but none outside) I happen to be uncoordinated as a drunk penguin, carpeted stairs are better to fall down than cement stairs, trust me I know. #2. washer and dryer (not that I don't enjoy spending hours at my parents house faking sleep so mom ends up doing my laundry, but it would be nice not to.) #3. patio area big enough to have a small dog (I like big dogs, but, I wouldn't want a large dog confined to a small yard, Big dogs = large turds.) #4. next door to wealthy single fire fighters who like fat chicks with commitment issues and don't mind washing my car shirtless. So far ceaser has found many many condos that full fill my first three requirements, however the 4th one seems to be giving us problems. We did put a bid on a townhouse today, I signed a bunch of papers I didn't understand but since the parents did too, I figured if I'm screwed they are too. It's a two bedroom 1 and 1/2 bath. It's pretty much the same set up as what I have now only in a better area. bedrooms upstairs, laundry upstairs and full bath upstairs. Living room and kitchen down stairs as is the 1/2 bath downstairs. It's cute enough. I like it. It's next door to a woman who has thirty five different versions of the last supper in her windows....nothing says welcome home like guilt. lol. But there are four more bids on the town house, so I'm not getting my hopes up. And if we don't get it, I'm sure there will be another one just as good or better...maybe next to a fire station! LOL

End of the school year.

2009-06-09T17:15:00.000-07:00

Okay so I started counting down the days to the end of school when we got back from winter break but we are in the home stretch now. Just six days, Not counting the weekend of course. I'm working summer school so the joy is short lived, but I get a week off between the end of school and the beginning of summer school. I despise having to work summer school, but apparently my apartment manager seems to enjoy receiving the monthly rent from me, so I have no choice. Unless I strike it rich in six days I have to work summer school. Summer school sucks for lots of reasons. Mostly for the kids who really don't want to be there, but it's even worse for the kids who don't even need to be there. You know the ones, they get decent grades, don't screw up and are well behaved. the parents just make them go because it's free and day care costs money. Summer school is never at our regular school. It's always at a different school somewhere in the district. So we have to figure out how we are going to get our supplies to the other school and if the other school actually has a changing table for our kids in pull ups or diapers. It's a new and strange campus, we have to find bathrooms and the teacher's lounge, figure out their copy machine and learn our way around. we never have the keys for any doors we need to get into and it's always hot and they turn off the a/c in the summer. Plus who wants to make a number two in a strange bathroom? I just hope that what ever school they send us to is cockroach free, since the last two schools were crawling with roaches so much we had to shake out the kids back packs before the went home. ewwww epic fail.
We did have a fun field trip last Tuesday though. We went to the water slides. It was actually over cast that day and I was hoping for rain, but no such luck, it was a nice day by the time we arrived. I enjoy most field trips but the water slides create dozens of issues with special kids. most can't swim, most can't talk so if they get lost they can't tell anyone, most have an irrational fear of water and or crowds. Then we have a few that are over friendly and hug perfect strangers, we also have a few that just wait till an adult is distracted enough to make their escape. And then there is Enoch. Enoch ended up being my kid that day. He refused to change his clothes, refused to get into the water, refused to walk and refused to hold my hand. So there I am stuck with a kid who wont do anything at all and I'm in a bathing suit, for NO reason. why did I bother to change? uugghhh! I was able to get him to walk around the pools by telling him to point to things and I would take a pictures of it and show him on my camera. By the end of the day I had no time for lunch, no break, no water and a sunburn that would land most people in the E.R. My back was so burned, for three days I had to take 2 codines just to be able to lay down to sleep. I had to wear a strapless bra and I screamed during p.e. because I had to help swing a bat. Since I live alone, I have no one to rub aloe on my back after a shower. And Now that it's peeling it's itchy, so I came up with the best idea for single chicks who live alone. When you need lotion on your back, you just squeeze out some lotion on a door frame, back into it and move around in a circular motion till you have it where you need it! Not only is my back nice and relived but my door frame smells like mango's! it's a win win! So please enjoy the pictures that lead to my epicly bad sun burn.:)

Robert is going to jr. high next year. Jem is his faviorite aide, after seeing her in this tiny bikini she's my least favorite!

Mrs. Corinda and Ather enjoying the "lazy river."

Enoch and me, thats my I'm gonna kill you smile. I think he knows.... I was only barely sunburned at this point.

This was our view from where Enoch planted his butt and stayed for hours.

so this bucket would fill up with gallons of water and tip over splashing the kids. I have drempt of such a device for nine years....

Danielle and Ather with Mrs. Corinda

Enoch wouldn't even touch the floatie because it had water on it.
Robert and me finally loosing it.

a birthday and a pow wow, yeah thats about it.

2009-05-15T19:16:00.000-07:00

Okay so the last few weeks of work/school have been slightly crazy. We have a child who is in a wheel chair and his buckle doesn't work correctly and so the bus service refuseses to transport him. Some how the Parental units think it's our fault and we have had a show down almost daily from this students mother who seems to think it's our job to repair his seat belt. When we became handy men I'm not entirely sure, but thats what she thinks. She refuses to get the seat belt repaired and keeps threating the bus service that she will sue them as well as the school district for what ever reason. Now I understand that I, number one, do Not have children, I haven't had the guts or desire enough to breed yet (yes I know time is running out, but I need to party) But I would like to think that if I had another human fight it's way out of my ever aging and disinagrating toxic womb that I would be resposible enough to make sure said chid is somewhat safe during transport. Maybe I'm crazy, but mothering instincts are not beyond me, I do have the desire to make sure my students are safe, I have even tossed a hug out here or there for what ever reason, sometimes when one of the kids has a boo boo I even put a band-aid on it insted of telling them to just suck it up. So I know that I must be some what in the right on the seatbelt and safty issue. But this woman is adament that it doesn't matter that the safty belt is broken. hummm, things like this make me doubt humanity and wish that parents have i.q. tests before the breed.

On a happier note, natalia's little bro Nahuel had a great birthday last weekend and we had a lovely little party for him.

german choc. cake. I couldn't have any cuz I get hives from coconut.

Natalia, Natalia's mom, Grandma and elisa enjoying dinner and drinks

grandma, elisa and rigo in the back ground, Eric (who I date on occasions) and Navneish (who keeps trying to date me ewww) in the foreground

Navneish, Elisa, Natalia and rigo

we also went to the Standford univerity Pow wow. We ahve gone every year for the last 4 years so it's a tradition. It's a way to get in touch with my mother's culture regardless if she embrases it or joins us I have fun sharing the things I do know about being a native and we LOVE looking at all the native men. LOL The pow wow is always mother's day weekend and it starts on friday. After work on friday, Karen and her family and our friend Jem went to the pow wow and we had a blast. Eveyone tried fry bread and looked through the venders at jewerly and all kinda of cool things, we also got a chance to pet wolves that came to visit from a.z. Of course the drum circle and dancing were amazing as usual, the aztecs were awsome the souix was in full force and the cheyenne men were drool worthy. *swoon* I did find a few good buys, like a $60.00 beaded hair clip that I talked the guy down to $40.00 (what kind of indian would I be if I didn't barter well?) I found a new necklace with a turtle on it super cute for only $20.00 and a shawl that was $50.00 bartered down to $35.00. as well as a pair of beaded earrings for $20.00. We all donated to the save the wolf pack fund because we all enjoyed having the contact with such pretty animals and we are hoping they will return next year. We got home pretty late from the pow wow friday so I slept in saturday and waited for Natalia to get out of her saturday class, so Saturday me and my co worker kris10 went to the pow wow and met up with Rigo, Elisa, Natalia and her mom as well as nahuel. Again it was good times with a diffrent group of friends.

Jem and Karen enjoying fry bread on Friday

Karen's mom and mikey karen's nephew and ashley also enjoying the fry bread.

me and Karen's sister Melissa eating fry bread....notice a theeme?

Kris10 and me on saturday at the pow wow

Kris10,me,mom,natalia,rigo,elisa and Nahuel

natalia's mom, me Elisa,kris10 and Natlia

Kris10 and rigo with a cool aztec dancer in a death costume. sooo cool

one of the ambassader wolves we got to pet and cuddle

the little kids were cute

apache dancer.representing the souix nation a fancy dance chapion.

Nahuel bought theese for his soon to be born baby. too cute!

Well there it is folks, I know it's not that interesting but fun none the less. LOL Love you guys!

hey guys

2009-05-10T22:45:00.000-07:00

sorry it's been awhile, been super busy, but I have lots of pics to post and lots of stuff you tell you about. I just wanted to let you guys know I was fine. LOL

Missing you !!!!!

2009-04-23T20:49:00.001-07:00

I had a good time Saturday with the Cuzins! even though we didn't get to hang out much I had a blast. I wish I could have come with you guys on Sunday, But every one was busy, Thats what i get for asking at the last min. LOL. I love you guys and can't wait to see you all again! My Family is so pretty!!!!!!!!Thanks again for the visit!!!!

Excited!

2009-04-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

Get to see the Mills Family tomorrow! looking forward to a nice early dinner and some chat time! Can't wait to get some cuzin hugz!!!!!! We are having awsome weather so it should be fun!!!

My kidz.:)

2009-04-14T22:11:00.000-07:00

Everyone seems to get to post pictures of their extreemly adorable children on their blogs. I only seem to get to post pictures of my many vict.....dates or my friends and I having a bunch of crazy fun. Yeah I know, it's fun to see, but I kinda feel left out of the whole kid thing (not that I want one please don't send me any) I mean I do want one, just already potty trained and old enough to live in another state. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, or I wouldn't teach, but I do happen to enjoy the fact that I put them on a bus and send them away after 6 hours. It's nice. Anyway so i took pictures of my Kidz to share. Enjoy or be repulsed which ever.:)

This is Bella she is about 7 years old. She is in the second grade and enjoys burring herself in the sand, eating crickets and baby mice and pooping in human's hands.

This is Sydney he is bella's clutch mate so he is her brother. He is the same age and same grade, He enjoys playing dead to freek me out, eating salad and wax worms, posing infront of a mirrior and puffing up, bobbing his head and sitting on your sholder. He also loves to bask in his heat lamp and sleep in odd positions.
Sydney about to enjoy his dinner of baby mouse. yes it's alive. It's free discovery channel.

S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y NIGHT!

2009-04-05T21:35:00.000-07:00

Decided on a girls night out with my co-workers. Saturday at the MoJo lounge. I had never been there although have heard a lot about it. It's actuually local. I tend to stay away from local hot spots, the chances of running into an ex that I ticked off, stole something from and or threw something at are far greater the closer I stay to the house. However I took the chance and didn't regret it. Karen actually came out cuz she was Ashley free this weekend, so that was fun. I picked her up and we met our co-workers who were already at the bar. They had a live band and the lead singer looked like jerry garcia and his band members looked like they were from zz top, so that was interesting. I gotta be honest, I think I'm getting old cuz I really just wanted them to turn the music down a bit. We couldn't even talk it was so loud. But People were dancing and it was a good band, they played old green day so that was a plus. The crowd was older and so pickins were pretty slim for men, but I wasn't man hunting for a change. All my friends are hot, I have blogged about this before, but it's still a source of annoyance to me sometimes. I don't need to be center of attention but a girl likes to be asked to dance once in a while, even if I turn them down cuz I can't dance. All the girls got asked to dance but me. Even the married girls. LOL. I wasn't exactly crushed, but I wasn't thrilled. I liked seeing Karen actually get to dance so that was fun. I was pretty bummed when all the girls ended up getting roses from guys and guys asking for their numbers and I left empty handed. I felt like an ugly duckling to be truthful. When the bar closed and we were walking to my car, cuz I had a few girls to drive home Karen was walking behind me cracking up and pointing to my butt. I freeked out thinking I sat in something, but Karen said "I know why you didnt get asked to dance now." and I looked behind me and saw that my folding blade had come unfolded and worked it's way through my back pocket slicing a hole big enough to show my knife through so in essance I had a five inch blade jutting out of my hind quarters. Karen also added that since I put my key chain in my back pocket that it dangled out as well and my mace was clearly in sight as was the key chain lanyard that said bad boys jail bonds. Apparently all my concealed wepons wernt so consealed. I was a walking time bomb waiting to shank and mace the first man to try to talk to me. I thought it was odd that when we entered the bar that the bouncer asked for my i.d. when the door guy had already checked it. I always use my millitary i.d. because if I loose it I can still drive so I don't care but I can't loose my d.l. The bouncer checked my millitary i.d. and said "well that explains why your armed." and ushered me in. when he said I was armed I figured he was refering to my tattoos or even the fact that Karen and angela were with me like an army or something. I had no idea that I was walking around with my arsonal of wepons on display. I might as well have hung a live gernade from my necklace. Nice.

So after I drove a few of the girls home, Karen and Angela and I decided we needed to eat at WHERE? say it with me DENNYS! The best part about having hot friend is you get seated right away. We ended up in a booth behind a couple who was having one heck of a fight. Man the things theese people were saying was awful. It sounded like they were breaking up and totally going to duke it out. Angela and I were ear hustling (ear hustling: ease dropping on a conversation that is clearly headed for jerry springer perportions.) just when the fight was about to turn super bad the girl stood up and since she was behind me I couldn't tell what she was doing and I didn't wanna look back and have to admit that I was aprivy to her public break up. I wanted to save her he embarrasment of eye contact so I stared streightforward at Karen who began to beg me not to hurt anyone ot stab anyone or mace anyone and to keep my cool. Apparently this chick looked prettd peevey and she was staring right at me and Karen didn't want me to mace her cuz she was lookin for a fight. Then this girl squeels and says Alison?! and I look at her and it was my bestfriend from seventh grade Julie Conklin. Julie Conklin and the biggest fakest pair of hooters I had ever seen in my life! Her knockers were falling out of her flimsy tank top. She was asking a lot of that tiny tank top, it was begging to snap so it could end its painful and stressful exsistance. My jaw dropped and I relly tried to look her in the eye, but I was scared to take my eyes off her chest incase a rouge boob was to pop out and blacken my eyes! I looked at Karen who was concealing a smile behind a paper napkin. Angela had more class, she turned her head away at the potential desplay of man made mameries. But she was holding her laughter so hard she was silently crying. Now Lets be honest here, I do NOT suffer from boob envy. I never have. I have been saddled with a heafty set of my own. granted they arnt in the place they should be anymore, but I have never relly thought about them much cuz they are more of a burden unless I'm in my man catching gear, then they are mearly bait. Julie of corse decided that insted of leaving her boyfriend crying at Dennys we were gonna catch up. I hadn't seen her in 2 years and that must have been about 8 cup sizes before her augmentation. She apologized for fighing so publicly with her man and then introduced him as the love of her life and then flashed a huge engagement ring at us. "wow" I say. It's 4 a.m. and I am just pooped and thats all I can say is wow. I know I'm shakespere. Anyway she says that she's marrying him cuz he bought her boobs. I nod my head and say "thats a good deal." we talked some more and then they left the boyfriend left too. The rest of out late night dinner was made so much better because we ran into Julie........and her giant plastic cleavage. I wonder how she fits behind a steering wheel was the last words spoken by Karen as I dropped her off. yeah I wonder.

a few weeks in review.......

2009-04-04T00:44:00.000-07:00

Okay a week ago saturday I woke up from this really cool dream. I drempt that there was a man delivery place, Like how you can order a pizza and then it shows up in thirty mins. I drempt I called and ordered a cute guy to go out with and this odd noise woke me up and I pulled back my curtins a bit to see what was out side and this is what I saw:

I just assumed I was still dreaming cuz it pretty much looked like a man delivery system to me...However it ended up being p g and e repairing the power outage I didn't even know we had. I was quite let down to find out that it was just a repair guy, and he wasn't cute at all, and I had to re-set all my clocks. what a drag. So i went down stairs to make coffee. Then I hear some meowing. I look in the back yard and there is no kittahs to be found. This meowing is getting louder and more persistant and I go out into the back yard, not a single fur ball in sight. I follow the sound to my front door, and it's super loud there, so I open the door to find this:

And two proud Kittahs licking their paws waiting for my approval. They were nice enough to place the carcus of the blue jay infront of my door but not upon my welcome mat, which I thought was quite considerate. Now as gothy and creepy as I am...and lets face it I'm pretty odd I know that, i wear mostly black, my nails are usually black, I listen to dark creepy music and my movie collection has more tim burton then most normal people would own, but I do draw the line on roadkill gifts from my feline pals. I have never had such a "gift" givin to me before. I never really had cats, cuz I don't like em, but here I am in the awkward position of opening a thoughtful gift and being totally grossed out. Kinda like when you get the fruit cake at x-mas type deal. I don't wanna seem ungreatful and I don't wanna hurt the kittah's feelings, but Blue jay isn't quite the other white meat. I did my part, I said nice things like wow, what a great job you mighty hunters! And Yummy! lice infested wild life my favorite! I even patted them on their little murderus heads and gave em a cookie then I went inside and left the dead bird for the creepy kittahs to fight over. And I quoth the blue jay.....Never more. *dry heave*

Later that day after I shook off the bird murder, I went out with The usual suspects. Rigo was d.j ing at the Ruby room again so we all piled in my car. I needed to be cheered up, I was a little down about the whole Nate thing still, the dead bird didn't help so we decided we needed a night out. Not too much happened. My Stalker showed up, thats always fun considering I actually find my stalker charming and quite friendly, just a little obsessive and bi polor at times.

My stalker Shawn and I at ruby room. He's a nice enough guy but givin my cougar status as well as how it never works out, I'm not willing to give this 23 year old a chance. He calls me and texts me 50 times a day and it's annoying.

Karen decided that Ashley needed a 1/2 birthday party...oh yes I'm serious. See I kind of understand the concept. Ashley's birthday is in September as is mine, so I understand that in essence it's a crappy month to have your b-day in simply because you just started school and don't know enough kids yet to invite to your party. You just know who you knew from the year before, and some kids moved away during the summer, or they arn't placed in your class so you drift apart. Or you have had all summer off and haven't seen them in a few months and re-connecting is hard. so karen figured that March would be a good month to try to have ashley's party in since the party in september we had for her was a bust. Only one kid showed up to the september party and he didn't count cuz it was her cuzin and had to be there and he was a boy....and has cooties...according to ashley and me quite frankly her cuzin is seriously not fun at all. So this party was much better, she knew a ton of kids from church and school and Karen rented a ballroom in a former bar (now it's run by a.a. members and only serves ice cream and sodas) and she had a great time. Lots of kids came and it's was nice to see her happy insted of upset that no one came to her party:

Ashley in the pink and her friend/enemy Alexis in the white. They are so much alike they can't stand eachother, but no one wants to play with them cuz they are both rotten together.

Tonight I went to see a movie with my friends Kat and manual. we saw a haunting in conn. It was okay. the virsion on the discovery channel was better. Plus the popcorn gave me bubble guts so my tummy hurt. I haven't dated much since Nate, I haven't felt like it. The algerian guys is calling me again and wanting to go out, but our sceduals never seem to work out. I have been talking to another guy, but he lives in V.a. and does have plans to move here, but I'm not holding my breath. So far he's an awsome friend and thats fine with me. I'm feeling the need for a man vacation this week. Just to catch up on my netflix and hang out with pals insted of guys. Spring break is comming up and I wanna plan a trip with Karen to monterey. Disneyland is too expensive for us. LOL

I'll admit it, I'm lazy

2009-04-02T21:58:00.000-07:00

Okay so, I have pics to post and a few stories to tell, but I'll admit it, I have been lazy. Work has been kinda crazy and I'm pretty tired. Although I'm finding it hard to fall asleep cuz I'm so high strung lately, so in essance when I get home, I'm pooped. I'll get it together soon I hope and have something amusing for you guys I'm sure. till then, I'll try to remember all the good stuff and blog about it. Love ya!

Nate update

2009-03-27T10:52:00.000-07:00

So I got a text last night from Nate. He said he is seeing another girl and he's sorry. wow, that was even more fleating than the last time he cut out. Ehhh, so now I can cross him off the list and bump another guy up. or I can re-place him and keep my stedy number of sweeties at 7. I did wanna thin out the pack. But I like having options. I wont lie though, I did shead a tear, I did like him a lot and his family. I was hoping that maybe we could actually have a relationship and I can dump the rest of the guys. But I can't force him to like me so I gotta move on. Plus I know I'm kinda mean so maybe this chick is nice. LOL

adventures of my hair and Nate update

2009-03-17T20:52:00.000-07:00

So Saturday I had a hair appointment in Livermore, it's quite a drive from Hayward, but I take back roads and drive through a canyon, so it's pleasent enough. I have been going to the same guy for a looon time, almost 10 years. I adore Mark. he is expensive, but he custom blends my color and lets just say that he is a wizard when it comes to my unruly mane. He is British and a hair dresser and sadly not gay, which is normaly one of my pre-requists for a male hair dresser, but the accent fools me enough. My appointment was at 2:45, it takes hours and hous to do my hair. I mean honestly it's an all day affair. I showed up early though just cuz I had nothing better to do and he took me early so that was cool. It starts with the usual pleasentries like Hello darling, how is your mantrauge (marks name for the collection of men I have) then we go through a slide show on my cell phone of pictures of various thugs, nerds,rockstars,millitary guys,dorks and the occasional stud puppies I have collected since my last visit. I don't go often cuz It runs me a cool$200.00 pluse the price of what ever product I need to keep my hair from forming a white girl afro where ever there is the slightest hint of moisture in the atmosphere. That is about 20 mins alone to catch up. Then he dissapeears for another 20 mins to mix my hair color, Now I have never seen him actually mix it, I have just seen the formula he has printed out on his sheet of paper, it looks highly complacated and flamable to me. I always imagine him in the back room, behind the closed door infront of a huge cauldren as it bubbles, stiring in various colors and herbs as well as bat wings and bunny ears or something. I have to admit it's a wicked cool color, almost black, but purple in the sun and when it begins to fade turns an aubrun with streeks of red weaved in. This man is the yoda of hair color. You have to actually make your appointments in advance for a year to get him. It's not even a posh place, he is just known for his coloring. This is why he is expensive and why I can only afford to go twice a year, and boy was I due...I'm gettin grey. mark re-emerges with a vat of what looks like crayola red pudding, and all th eold bittys in the shop freek out when he strat slopping it onto my hair. I think he enjoys that. After he gets my hair covered in the goop, he hits my widows peek and temples again, thats where I get grey. then hands me a magizine and orders me not to move. thats when I read about the entertainment wold. I never keep up on that stuff, cuz I don't care that much. But I finally figured out that mily ray cirus and hanna montana are the same person! Who knew? anyway I sit there for a while and then the timer gos off, and he makes me go to the sink where he washes my hair out and gives me a scalp masage that always makes me perpose to him, even though he's married. Then he trims my hair, chastising me for my horrid split ends, then it takes an hour to put all the products in my hair and blow dry it. then he straigh irons it for another hour taking the smallest sections of hair. then when he's done I can actually get my fingers through it and it smells purty. and I feel purty, I also have a purple forehead from the dye, but whatever. My hair is bouncy and I know I can never re-create his magic on my own so I do my best to keep it nice for a few days before I have to wash it. But after all this is done I want to go out. I feel pretty I smell nice, I have to re-do my make -up but thats done with ease. So I text Nate and ask him if he want's to hang out. he says yes, but it has to be after 10:00 p.m. hummm...okay a late dinner maybe. So i pick him up at 10:00 waiting for him to notice my hair, but it's dark and lets face it, he's a dude. So we go to Denny's cuz well thats the only thing open. He eats cheese cake. LOL I adore a man who eats desert, and I am having my porky goodness sandwhich and I ate it guilt free. It was fun. I had net flix at my house so we came back to my place to watch the locker (a japanese horror flick) we had fun cuddling on the couch and sneeking kisses, like old times. I missed him a lot. I asked him what time he had to be at work cuz I knew he worked nights and it was getting late and he told me he had gotten laid off. I felt so bad. everyone is getting laid off and the whole reason he was seeing me again was cuz he felt worthy cuz he had a job now. Crud. Poor guy. he asked to watch another movie, I told him it was late and I was tired so I was gonna take a shower and get in my jammies and we can pull a movie marathon to cheer him up. By the time I came downstairs he was fast asleep on my couch cozied up in my pirates blanket. he looked so flippin' cute. I snapped a pic with my cell phone and went to upstairs to bed.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. lol the next morning I made him breakfast and took him home. He says next week we should go for icecream. I'm so down for ice cream!

The past re-serfaces......and a bread beating.

2009-03-09T19:59:00.000-07:00

So I haven't heard for David (the algerian) for about 3 weeks are so. I figured he lost interest so I might as well move on, plenty of other guys to chase, capture and then release. So Friday I get a text message from a number I don't know. It says whatcha doing right now? Of course since I don't know the number and I don't know who it is I answer: depends who are you? Turns out it was Nate...(yummmy) So i told him I was just getting off work and he calls me. He wants to go have coffee. It seems harmless enough, yeah I still have underlying feelings for the guy who got away (before I was through) and his silky voice can pretty much ask me for the world and I would bust my butt to give it to him, and those blue eyes (which oddly enough I never liked blue eyes) can melt my heart and give me butterflys (a.k.a bubble guts) in my tummy. and I have never stopped thinking about him or wishing we had more time together. So aginst my better judgement.....no wait scratch that, I totally agreed to go to coffee with him with out a second thought. In fact I couldn't have been more excited to have coffee with him. The thought of getting to spend an afternoon sitting out side in the warm spring air across from the hottest chunk of man sounded like sheer perfection to me. Another chace to hear his voice, smell his after shave, see his handsome face and possibly taste his....oh wait Hi Boo. I mean taste coffee. I picked him up from his house and his dad came out to talk to me a bit. Just catching up and saying he missed having me over for sunday dinners. (me too dude, food at other people's houses always taste good) Nate came out of the house, and apparently had taken a shower cuz he was still putting his shirt on when he got to my car. I could still see the beads of water running down his huge chest and strong arms. (freekin tourture!) I had to act strong, like the sight of him didn't affect me in the least, I was loosing the battel within and it showed on my face. Nate had the biggest grin I had ever seen him have. He was playing dirty, he was wearing the aftershave that I had givin him because it smelled so good when it mingled with his natural sent, the smell drives me insane. He was playing verrrry dirty. This was going to be war and I knew it. what kind of crap was he gonna pull on me today? He leand twards me to give me a kiss on the lips, and I turned my head in time so he got my cheek insted.....I can play dirty too. I had just gotten off work and wasn't wearing any of my man catchin' gear. So I was at a disadvantage. Hair pulled into a tight pony tail, conservitive clothing and no perfume (due to student allergies). My make-up worse for the wear from wrestling with an autistic kid who had a ruler and was hitting himself with it. Nice. I was going to have to use my witty charm, sense of humor and conversation skills as well as my underlying sex appeal, I was screwed, I have non of those, I have big chi chi's and green eyes. When I denyed his mouth kiss, his body stiffened and he looked away. So I put my hand on his sholder and he looked at me and I gave him enough smile so he knew I was interested but not how much. He took an intake of breath and started to talk to me. He said he missed me and thought about me everyday (okay, so did I, but can't tell HIM that) He said he would promise to give me a kitchen dance to no music everyday if I would see him again or be his girlfriend. (we kitchen danced all the time) He said that now that he is employed he would feel like he could take care of me (really don't need that from a man, I need someone to take out my trash and reach things on the top shelf, the rest I can handle) He said that he felt worthy of my company now that he works for U.P.S. Apparently I give out a vibe that says take care of me and I'm better than you. Figures. I told him Iwould think about it. Then I dropped him off at home. I know it sounds kinda harsh after he pretty much poured his heart out, but honestly, Not only do I need to think about it, but I kinda wanna make him suffer and squirm a bit. I'm sure thats one of the many reasons I am single I am quite vengeful. So I went home and got ready to go to a movie with my friends, the whole time I was getting ready I thought about it. I did like him a lot, more than anyone I have dated since my ex Johnny who I lived with for 3 years. I do still have feelings for nate. Should I dare try again? Natalia will be ticked off if me and nate see eachother again and I can't hide the fact from her, she's pretty much my sister, no one other than Karen knows me the way she does. She will know somethings up if I don't tell her. I waited till sunday to inform Natalia that I wanted to try dating Nate again. I picked a public place, the grocery store, lots of people so she can't yell, next to the marsh mellows so if she threw things at me I wouldn't feel pain. It's funny to watch a brazllian turn diffrent shades of red and pink, it's amazing to watch a latin woman try to control her anger and it's scary as heck when you know the skinny ball of south american frustration can out run you while holding a 3 foot long loaf of hard french bread and 3 bottles of wine....guess I didn't take that into consideration. I booked it down the isle passing the chocolate chips and grabbing a few packs and throwing it at her feet to trip her up plus I know she has p.m.s so I thought the chocolate would distract her, no such luck. I turned the corner and tried to fake her out by pretending to throw a jar of pickles at her, she didn't flinch, she kept comming like one of thoose ethiopian track stars. I turned another corner and looked behind me, she was gone, I had lost her! I walked down the isle trying to catch my breath cuz I'm a fat smoker, this isn't easy. Just as I'm about to take a puff of my inhailer french bread smacks me in the back of my head, the sneeky *%#$% got me from behind and knocked my inhailer out of my hand. She backed me into the the dole canned goods, the last thing I was gonna see before I died was canned creamed corn and peas! Then at the zero hour when I thought It was all over the song changed over the loud speeker and it was the cure's friday I'm in love, her favorite song. She freeked out that her favorite song was playing in not a trendy store but the grocery store....that means she's old. few things signafy the death of your youth but the worst is hearing your favorite song, transformed into musack while your picking out a soft cheese or fussing over lettuce heads. She was broken and i was saved. I ended up hugging her and reminding her that i was older and it helped a little. She told me that if I was going to see nate that she would be okay with it, as long as I knew what I was getting into. I told her thank you but I never know what I am getting into, thats why I was givin the nick name Pandora years ago. We bought the broken loaf of bread, yet another sign of our wanning youth sice we would have got a new one and not felt guilty if we were younger. We went to her house and grandma made us pesto and oddly enough never asked why the french bread had hair on it and was broken. Apparently bread and violence are common place in the house hold. I got home later that night, washed the crumbs from my hair and went to bed, only to be awoken by a text from david (the algerian) It said, "Hello baby I miss you, when can I see you?" I turned my phone off and rolled over. I have had enough. I juggle and juggle men, refuse to commit, run away when things get serious then pout and cry when I'm not the one who breaks it off. I'm a flipping mess, and I know it. Why they keep dating me I willnever know. But I have to admit, I am having the time of my life.

going mad crazy!

My bad

2009-02-28T23:22:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted in a while, Natalia started school again so our shananigins have been slowed to a crawl. Then she got sick to add to it. We have had two aides out for 4 weeks streight due to work related injuries and I have been pooped. I love how people think we go to work and play with the special kids all day and color and paint and it's so cute and fun, when on a good day that just means we haven't been mauled to death our hurt ourselves having to restatain a kid from hitting his head on the blacktop repeatadly.

this is my arm after it stopped bleeding. I come home from work with various injuries like this everyday. I wish I could color all day. LOL

Anyway, so thats why I have been too tired to post. Honestly when I get home lately, I drop everything at the door and sit on the edge of the couch and stare at the t.v. thats not even on for about forty five mins before I even bother to start my regular chores. I'm kinda glad I'm childless at this point. Poor kid would never get fed cuz I can't seem to unwind from work.

Last night was great though. Natalia finished her homework early so we could actually get outta the house and spend time together. Rodrigo was spinning at the Ruby room again so we decided to grab our pal Teresa and head on over to Oakland and listen to some music and have some drinks. Natalia and I have beoth been stressed, and Teresa's poor mother just got laid off from her job and Teresa has been trying to help her mother out who also is single and has a 20 year old special needs kid living at home as well. we all needed to get away for a bit. We got to Ruby room so early we were the olny people there at the time, which makes us look likr lushes. LOL But we got the V.I.P table without having the owner reserve it for us so that was nice. Teresa gave up drinking for lent so she drank Roy rogers all night and I have my shirly temples. It was nice having another sober driver so Elisa and Natalia and Rodrigo didn't have to all squish into my car. We had fun. Around 12:00 a.m. We decided since we were all poor (I blew my last 6 bucks on shirly temples) we would go to Elisa's house to play with her dog Nacho. We stayed at her place, playing some dorky game Rodrigo made up for us to pass the time. We took Nacho's squeek toy and placed it on out foot and tried to kick it into a kid's basket ball hoop. Clearly we are too old to be doing stupid things like this, we all have huge bills to pay and huge worries at the moment, a lot of stress and this wasn't getting any of it taken care of. We just need to revert back to our childhood and escape being adults and play a simple game to decompress. It was fun, till Nacho wanted his toy back.lol. Oh well.

Natalia, Elisa and Teresa at the Ruby room

Me and Elisa at the Ruby room

Rodrigo spinning (still painfully single, maybe cuz he hangs out with us all the time)

Teresa kicked the dog toy backwards and made it into the hoop.

I didn't get the toy in the hoop, cuz I'm too uncordanated.

Nacho, begging for his toy back. Mean hoomins!

still begging for his toy

yeah....I just took the picture.

Elisa got mad at Rodrigo and threw a lemon at him and hit him in the neck leaving this red mark, it looked bad, but he smelled lemony freash all night. lol

As for my Algerian guy David, He and I haven't hung out in a while. He has been apartment searching and found out he will be laid off next moth so he has been job searching as well. Not a good time to be outta work and outta a house in california right now, so he has been kinda pissy, so I haven't calle dhim much.

clearly I am bored

2009-02-15T23:18:00.001-08:00

I'm sooo not eating here.

I'll just hold it cuz I'm confused.

I need this hat

where I find my dates

ohhh goody chocolate puke! thats so hard to find

new meat.

2009-02-15T21:38:00.000-08:00

Okay so David seems to always be busy so I kinda got tired of waiting for him. Plus why should I? we arn't married, we arn't boyfriend and girlfriend. We have had 4 dates over a 4 week period. thats me seeing him only once a week. I don't think that means I have to hang around all day waiting fo rhim to call me or text me or grace me with his presence right? I never said i would only date him. So I thought it would be okay to see a new guy. LOL. This one is is in some band i guess. His name is Shane and he's cool or so it seems. We haven't met yet. we have been talking on the phone and texting. but he sent me a picture:

it would be nice to date a guy with more tattoos than me for a change. LOL. He's playing tonight in san fransisco. But I am too lazy to go to the show. I figure if he wants to hang out he and I can meet up at dennys for coffee after the show. it's 24 hours and I'm off tomorrow so it doesn't matter what time. ewww I just noticed the vertical blinds behind him.....I hate vertical blinds. Maybe I wont go out with him. They are hard to clean and I don't like the looks of them. Is that a stupid reason not to date a guy? I know that I stopped seeing aaran cuz his car smelled funny. ehh maybe I will. what do you guys think?

woe is me....

2009-02-14T23:02:00.000-08:00

okay so the day wasn't as bad as I thought. Even though I woke up to a huge bag of cat food that some how managed to topple over during the night onto my kitchen floor, it wasn't a bad day. I got my taxes done. I'm getting money back from state and fed, so thats cool. Sadly it isn't enough to bail myself outta debt, but would put a nice chunk of art on my upper arm...too bad I have to pay bills before tattoos. I have been feeling the itch for a new one too. Oh well. My dad was my Valentine. he gave me chocolates and took me and mom to dinner. when it comes down to it, the only man a woman can depend on is her daddy. So Yeah dad for the yummy shrimp dinner and the chocolates! The casino got canceled cuz of the rain and high winds. they were advising people to stay off the roads if they could. Most people from california can't drive in good weather so when bad weather comes we are compleat dolts behind the wheel. Plus Karen seemed tired. So i came home and watched my netflix. 3 solid hours of my hero Kat von d. I love wating her tattoo people. I ordered the whole first season of l.a. ink on netflix. That pretty much sums it up. Hope you all had a good valentines day.

heres my sad face pic. LOL

blahhhh valentines

2009-02-13T23:43:00.000-08:00

okay you would think with as many guys as I "pal around" with, i would have a date for Valentines day......errrr nope. David (the algerian) called me today to let me know that he would have to take a rain check on our weekly date. And I got to thinking, who was a dating last year at this time. I was dating A.Z. The hot guy from Maracco. I was thinking about calling him and seeing what he was up to, then I remembered the whole "alison doesn't call boys, boys call alison" saying I live by and decided against it. I honestly dont NEED a guy to hang out with on Valentines day. It's not a rule and I'm not lonely or sad about it. Although I was looking forward to hearing david play music for me again. But I just feel the desire to get out of the house, since I was sick all last week. But karen called me, and Ashley's dad (ewww) will have her this weekend, so Karen is free to do somthing. we are pretty much poor or in debt so we wont be going to disneyland again, but she had a great idea to go to the indian casino 2 hours away. We love road trips and we both need to get away and have fun, and since karen and I don't drink a dry casino sounds kinda fun. We don't gambal nor have the money to attempt it, but we can hangout and people watch for a few hours and then come back home. So we decided that that was going to be our valentines treat for ourselves. A pointless road trip. I'm so excited. So tomorrow, I will get my taxes done at 12:00 p.m. and we will be on the road by 2:00 P.m. I hope. LOL Hope you guys have a lovely Valentines day.:) Oh and Auntie Elaine, thank you for my card. I love it and I love you!!!!

wonder mops and court t.v.

2009-02-10T20:18:00.000-08:00

So I took last friday off cuz I was sick, Saturday I was sick but still hung out with david. *swoon* Sunday I stayed in all day cuz I felt awful still, Monday we had off so I still stayed home trying to get well and I took today (tuesday) off cuz I still felt nasty. I must have cabin fever. I hate staying home. It sucks. I don't have good cable. I did notice that most of day time t.v. consists of court shows, infomercials, and crime stopper shows. and the usual soap operas and game shows. This kind of mind numbing entertainment preys on the nyquil clouded mind. The court shows drive me crazy cuz it's always somthing dorky. Like someone who doesn't pay rent because the apartment manager hasn't cleaned the pool. really! Unless you live in the pool who cares if it gos uncleaned for a few days? you still have a roof over your head! Oh the infomercials are so stupid. I don't see how a mop is going to change my life, honestly. I have 3 mops as it is, and they all require me to actually get off my fat butt and use them. Then the crime stopper shows.....they just pretty much show me who not to date or how long I have to date them before I can turn them into police for reward money...okay those are kinda helpful. The soap operas are just plain nuts. tell me how a dyslexic evil twin can become a doctor yet, never actually gos to work? He just manages to go to his wife's sister's house an knock up a distant relitive who happens to be posessed by the devil...aaarrrgggghhhh! But it's the game shows that really make me blow my top. Like cash cab, I don't know if you guys have ever seen it, but the questions are so flippin' easy that I get so upset that the people don't know the answers that I stand up and screem out the answers at the t.v. further proving that cabin fever not only exists but is eating me alive and I am burried in a moutain of snotty tissuess and they are stuck to me cuz I'm covered in vicks vapo rub! I'm soooo going to work tomorrow. I have to find out which kid gave me this horrid sickness and somehow get even.....

But...but I got a flu shot!

2009-02-08T01:56:00.000-08:00

Okay I'm sick. I have a rotten cold. My throat is killing me and I can't breathe outta my left nostril. I have gone through 2 whole boxes of tissues and my nose is red and raw and flaky. I look like poo. I feel like poo. I smell like...vicks vapo rub (you thought I was gonna say poo) So naturally knowing I am way too sick for work, I called in for a sub on friday. They never sent a sub for me so I'm sure that when I finally go to work I will get an earful...good thing both ears are clogged. LOL. As sick as I am I didn't want to cancel my date with David a.k.a Mr. algerian. I told him I was sick. I told him I wasn't pretty. I told him I would most likely get him sick if we hung out. But he said he didn't care he just wanted to hang out.....awwwww. As sweet as it sounds, I just want to crawl into bed and enjoy my nyquil enduced coma. But I agreeded to go out with him anyway. I bypassed a Party at Elisa's house to hang out with David cuz he promised me He would have a surprise for me. I was a little worried, the last guy who I went out with took me ring shopping and scared me poopless with thoughts of maraige so I'm not sure what to expect from David. I went and picked him up from bart and he opened my trunk to put his ever present back pack in there. And we went to dinner. Mexican food as usual. It's his favorite and mine so why fight it. Then I had to run to the pet store and buy crickets for my lizards to eat, that grossed him out a little but he was a trooper and held the bag of crickets the whole way back to my house with out vomiting his chimichanga. I fed the lizards while he got his stuff outta my trunk. I was upstairs feeding the lizards when I hear this really cool music from downstairs and I thought that he made me a c.d. with burbur and aribic music that I had asked him for. I went down stairs and he was sitting on my couch playing the gutair for me!!!! okay, so he's hot, tallented, smart and is going to u.c. berkley there has to be a catch, I just havent found it yet. he played and sang in aribic for me for an hour and then we looked at family pictures together, I looked at his and he looked at mine. He thought Meemer's wedding pictures were so pretty, he kept asking me if it was a real wedding or was she a model! He also said that Britt's baby picture was the cutiest picture of a baby he had ever seen! LOL She does have a outstanding baby pic. The only really current picture I have of Britt is of me and her eating a huge sundae we made at my house when she came over and I didn't want to show him that. LOL He said Britt's eyelashes were "extra long." LOL. He siad I have a bella family. awww I knew we were hotties! His family pictures were pretty cute too, he and his mother have the same lips and nose and he has 9 brothers and sisters, but didn't have pictures of all of them. It was kinda fun sharing family pictures and listening to him play music for me. I took him back to the bart station to catch the train home at 11:30 p.m. I didn't want him to miss the train like the last time. Not that it was bad having him sleep on the couch, I just didn't want to forget he was there again and come downstairs in granny jammies and dragon breath again. LOL. I tried to download the video of him playing gutair for you guys, but after waiting an hour for it to download (it's only a 4min video) I gave up here's a picture insted.

It's too bad I couldn't figure out how to download the music, it was pretty an dhis singing was pretty good too. If anyone can tell me how to get the video on here without having to wait an hour, I would love to know. okay it's like 3:00 a.m. not, I better get to sleep. Love you guys.

awww, i love my family!

2009-02-06T22:16:00.000-08:00

Thanks for making me feel better you guys. I think Kale's right...deep down I just may be a cat person, no matter how hard I try to fight it. Love you guys so much!

If it isn't men, it's the flippin cats.....

2009-02-04T21:54:00.000-08:00

Okay get this for more kittah drama. Mom calles me yesterday and leaves me a message cuz I'm at work. I listen to it and she says she has found a nice lady who would love a kitten. Score! Mom met her at wall mart and of course my mom gives her my number and tells her I have plenty of kittahs for her. The lady calls me (her name is Betty) and I ask her which one she would like. She said she wanted my little orange female that I call Ginger. I love Ginger, shes one of my faves. So I get all excited and happy that Ginger will have a warm home and a lady who would play with her and feed her and cuddle with her and take care of her. I agree to meet the lady in Fremont at a carls Jr restrant. I put the kittah in Natalia's carrier she let me borrow and picked up my mom. We met Betty at 8:00 p.m. and she loved Ginger, but had no carrier to put her in. She only brought a box. I felt uneasy about trying to transfer her from Natalia's carrier to the box but agreed to do it. I figured there is 3 of us and we could manage it. I was wrong. The cat busted outta the box and ran away. We couldn't catch her. And now she is lost in a new city she doesn't know and alone without anyone to take care of her. I cried till I made myself sick. I am so worried. I keep wishing I could hit a rewind button and change everything I did. Like just letting this woman just have the carrier and buying Natalia a new one, or transfering the cat while I was inside the car like a smart person would. *sigh* I hate it when I have the best intentions and they fall short. I feel like I betrayedthe cat's trust and it's all my fault, Mom feels guilty because she is the one who talked me out of giving Betty Natalia's carrier and poor Betty still doesn't have a kittah to love and she really liked Ginger for the ten minuites she knew her.......I feel like a total arse and super guilty. My throat hurts from crying so much last night (or I'm sick again) and Mom went back to the area we lost her in today to try to find her, but she couldn't find little ginger. (bonus points for my awsomely sweet mom). Now I have just a few kittahs left and Betty said she didn't want the other ones. And I had to go home and explain to the few kittahs I have left that I lost their sister and she wont be comming home. Thats the second cat I ahve managed to loose, counting socks as the first one of course. ahhhhh, I have had it. I don't want to try to get them fixed or find them homes anymore. I just want to feed them and quit trying to "make a better life for them." I'm not good at it at all. I keep thinking about poor ginger alone and scared in a strange city, without the warmth of her litter mates and being hungry and drinking gutter water.....I'm going to stick to my reptiles from now on. I don't seem to screw that up. :(

more insight to my insanity

2009-01-25T18:43:00.000-08:00

Seriously it's been a crazy weekend. Usually I thrive on the dorky action I manage to get myself into, but Im beat. Thursday I get a phone call from a private number. It's can only be one of three people I know. My mom, Natalia or my ex, Johnny who apparently isn't done trying to mess with my head (like I'm not in a constant state of p.m.s to begin with.) I answer the phone and low and behold, it's Nate. We talk for a 1/2 hour or so. We caught up on eacher other's families and friends as well as work. Now he works for U.P.S so yeah hes employed. (Nice) The whole conversation was spent on avoiding the subject of recenciliation. We also avoided asking eachother if we were seeing anyone or had a boyfriend/girlfriend. I never bothered to explain Dale's visit with me and my parents to the coffee shop to add to his disconfort. He mentioned that we should hang out and maybe grab coffee sometime so I told him to let me know when he had the time. We left it at that and hung up. I have to admit I was kinda thrilled he called and I did miss his voice. But it also adds to the dramtic dynamics that is my "love" life. Almost like he knows the most inconveniant time to call me.

Friday was pretty fun. It was d.j. Elisa's birthday and she had arranged for a ton of her friends to eat at a nice restraunt. Natalia and I tend to tey to stick with a theme when we go out and dress in the 50's style. our hair is frizzy so it works well for us. LOL Plus it's an excuse to wear the most obnoxiously bright red lipstick we own. And I get to wear my dork glasses and not feel like...well a dork. Dinner was lavishly overdone. it started with bread, then soup, then salad, then anti pasta, then regular pasta, then the waitress came to take our order for out main dish. Really, I just ate enough food to feed the olson twins for the rest of their lives and now this crazy waitress whats me to order food!? so we get the smallest thing on the meneu, raviolies. After we ate that we started to open our wallets thinking it was over and we could go home and pass out from food coma, but no, now the waitress brings us icecream. Then Elisa annouces that we were to all meet her at the Lost weekend bar and lounge for drinks.....*burp* Yeah, I demanded to go home first and change into a baggy jeans and a sweater. I was beyond stuffed. Natalia, rodrigo and I piled into the car and went to the lost weekend for more birthday shananagins.

Saturday I woke up relly late because of Elisa's Birthday party. I went out to feed all the kittahs, and I heard the saddest meow I had ever heard. And scocks, The little black kittah with the white feet drug himself out of the kittah house my dad built. He smelled like vomit and couldn't meow right and his back legs wernt working and she was shaking. I tried giving him food and water but he didn't touch it. I called mom to come help me. I dodn't know what to do. I 'm not a cat person per say, so I don't know if I would hurt him if I picked him up to help or what. Mom came over and swooped him up and he smelled awful. he was coated in vomit. So she gave him a warm bath to clan him up and to warm him because he was shivering. Then we put him in a basket in a towel next to the heater. Mom stayed next to him and kept petting him to confort him. About five mins later he took a last breath and died. Mom dug a hole in my little back yard and burried him while I cired on the couch like a baby, making snot bubbles and drooling in agony. Even though I don't like cats it hurt relly bad, because I had been taking care of him since he was born. Mom thinks he ate something bad. I just don't understand, I feed them all fresh food twice a day and fresh water, why would he eat something else? The other kittahs look fine and healthy but now I'm parinoid. when I see them I pick them all up and look at at them to make sure they dont look sick. On a happier note, little grey kittah forgave me and shows up twice a day at my front door and walks right in to be feed and cuddled for a bit.
Saturday night was a little better than the morning. I had to try to put sock's demise in the back of my head and stop crying long enough to perfect the black liquid eyeliner for my date later that night, with the Algerian guy. (David, pronounced Da-Vid) We went out to eat, it's kind of hard to eat with him because he is picky. he doesn't like asian foods because he says they are too sweet for him. He refuses sea food because he says it may not be fresh (hello, we live 10 minits from the ocean dude calm down!) He loves mexican food (as do I) but we did that last saturday. We ended up and Denny's (shocker!) I figured theres a little bit of everything there so we should both be happy. Plus, he's only been in the states for a little over a year, so it's not like he knows all the hot spots in the bay area. He ordered fajitas. I figured it was a safe bet cuz it's mexican food, he should enjoy it. It was breakfast fajitas so it happend to have sausage and bacon in it. I reading his selection as he ordered it and asked the waitress to omit the sausage and bacon for him. Since he's muslum, he isn't allowed to eat pork. He thanked me for my quick save to his religous belief system. I ordered the super bird cuz it was a turky sandwhich and therefore safe and non offinsive to his religion. I figured I would try to be respectful and not order any pork as well. Our food arrives and I give his the once over and it is pork free. He begins to eat as do I. I take a bite of my super bird silently patting myself on the back for my awsome pork catch a few mins earlier and the fact that this inpressed him so much, when a huge slice of bacon falls out of my sandwhich and slaps my chin as it's 1/2 in and out of my mouth! (ahhhhh!) I'm stuck. he isn't looking and I shove the rest in my mouth hopeing he doesn't ask for a bite. I'm so stuck at this point. I forgot that the sandwhich came with bacon in it. I must have ordered this dish a thousand times, it's my favorite and I'm always at dennys after hauling my drunken friends all over the city. How could I forget this inportant peice of knowledge?! We are trying to have a conversation, as I am trying to hide the porky goodness that is hiding within my sinful sandwhich. Oh yes, I said porky goodness....I love sausage, it's delightful, I adore bacon, the crisper the better. a fat pork chop slathered in mashed potatoes is a dream and honestly who wants a flippin salad with out bacon bits? I mean really? I was just thinking that I earned major karma points for making sure he didn't eat pork and now I am chowing down on the yummiest bacon filled sandwhich in the world. I don't know if I ended up canceling out my karma points. He reaches for my plate (gasps!) and grabs a french fry (sigh) that was close. I want to savor my porky goodness sandwhich, but feel the need to eat quickly before he finds out. I planned to let him kiss me later, would he go to the muslum version of hell if his lips and mine touched and I had consumed the un-holy animal? Have I put his inmortal soul in danger of the fires of hell? Do the muslums even have a hell? I mean girls get stonned in most muslum countires if ther ankle is exposed or their hair shows, is Algeria like that? crap! I didn't do enough research before the second date. I just know the flag is green and white, (double crap). It's an internal struggle that poor David has no idea I'm having, all he sees is the facial expressions crossing my face as I debate and argue with myself trying to decide if I should eat and enjoy, eat and confess or eat and stay quiet. (notice not eating the porky goodness wasen't an option I was willing to consider) David asks me: "what is wrong mon cherie?" My reply: "uhhh what?" (good save yeah I know) He says: "your face...is no...how you say....smiling and happy, you no like your food?" I decide to confess. I told him. I hung my head and told him that I fogot that what I ordered would contain bacon and I had been trying to hide it from him out of respect, but I am sorry for not telling him and offending him in any way. I told him that I am soooo sorry and I wanted him to kiss me tonight but understand if he can't. David puts down his fork and isn't smiling (I already screwed up the second date, not my record, but inpressive non the less.) he leans over the table grabs my face and gives me a big kiss on the lips. (boo, he still has cooties, had to use mouth wash when I got home) I am slightly shocked that He kissed me even though I ate pork. He smiles and says: "Your are not muslum, I don't expect you to follow our rules. I will kiss you over a whole pig if you wish me to." Then he picks up his fork and begins to eat again. Our first kiss is over bacon at Dennys.....not what I expected, not how I planned it, not how i imagined it .....but cute. We smile like dorks for the rest of the meal and I got to enjoy my porky goodness guilt free. (I'm so screwed if I try dating a Jewish guy) After dinner we go To Natalia's house to borrow the movie Amelie I figured it was in french (so he would understand) and it has english sub-titles (so I understand) and I love that movie and only have it on VHS. (i'm old school like that). Natalia meets him and he kisses her hand. Usually Natalia scares men but she giggled like a dork. We get back to my house and I make coffee while David washes up. we put the movie in and have a great time watching it cuddled up on the couch. I got a few more kisses (mouth wash Boo!) and we laughed at the movie. I wasn't watching the clock at all and the movie was about 2 hours long. By the time it was finished, it was almost 1:45 a.m! the last bart train to get David home is at 2:00 a.m. we rush to get his jacket and his shoes back on and my shoes too and run out the door and hop into the car. The train station is only 5 mins away so we can make it as long as I hit green lights. I'm almost there and we get stopped by a freight train that had no ending. (ahhhhhhh!) the train passes and the gard rails are stuck down and wont rise. the whole world is against me. I finally get him to the station at 2:08 a.m. he runs out the car and gets into the station. He almost hits the stairs to get up to the train and it leaves with a little beep beep sound. I see the train leave He was only 10 feet away from it. The workers were starting to close the gates. I'm watching all this wondering what he will do. Will he call me to get him or will he not call me and just stand there all night. I watch him get his phone out and put it back about 4 times. Never once calling. My heart breaks. I can't let him stay the night in the ghetto. He would be shot for sure. I call his phone and he answers. I ask him if he made it on the train to see if he would lie to me. He says no. I asked him what he is going to do and he is just quiet. I hang up on him. and get out of the car and yell and wave at him. He just smiles and runs to my car. I told him to get in and I took him back home. I made him a bed on my couch. And he fell asleep watching the food network. I went upstairs and washed my face off and got into my granny jammies and went to bed. I woke up around 8:00. I came downstairs forgetting David spent the night. So there I am standing at the foot of my stairs, no make-up, in ugly granny jammies compleate with dragon breath and eye crusties. (sexy) David jumps up and kisses me saying good morning. I almost peed. I made him breakfsat of salsa scrambled eggs and tortillas (hey I have only been married to mexicans) I took him to the bart station and dropped him off soon after.

(Me and David watching a movie on my couch.)

And sunday I went to coffee with my parents and came home. That was my week. Hope you guys had a good one. Love you guys!

french lessons, and little grey kittah comes home.

2009-01-21T20:07:00.000-08:00

So Last night I get a lovely text message from the Algerian guy. But it's in French. So I am trying to figure out what it says to no avail. I don't know anyone who could translate it for me except for the marracan guy I used to date and i figure it's in pretty poor taste to ask a guy I used to date to translate a text from a guy I am currently seeing. So I went all day wondering what the heck he was saying to me. When I had the time I found an on-line translator thingy (awsome!) so in case you needed to know the phrase: moi aussi je t'envoie des milliers de bisou! means: I am sending you a thousand kisses. yeah I think he was being sweet and it is sweet don't get me wrong, but we had one date, no need to send a thousand kisses already. save the virtual make- out kisses for like the third or forth date. LOL even if it's through the phone, it's too soon. LOL. But now I found the web site that lets me translate both ways, so I texted him back in french that i would see him on saturday. LOL Thats the best i could give him. But now I have figured out how to talk to him in text in french so I wont be so confused.
I picked up little grey kittah today. She seemd really happy and clingy when I held her in my arms. (I don't like cats though) She meowed a lot too. I'm not sure if she was cursing me for having her girly parts ripped out or cursing me for taking her out of a lovely home that catered to kittahs where she got fat and happy on wet food and was super spoiled. Or maybe she was telling me that she wanted to go home. She didn't want into the carrier Natalia lent me so it was kinda hard to get her in, but I managed to do it with a little help from Rose'd husband. She meowed all the way to my house. I felt so bad. when I got her in the house, i took her to the back yard and her littlest kittens were there. I guess I expected them to have a welcom home mommy banner made, but I guess since they don't have thumbs it was too much to ask. I opened the carrier and she walked out looking like crap. She looked all wet for some reason. She sniffed around and then went under the fence without aknowledging her kittens. Hummm. She must bee really peeved. I took the carrier back inside and noticed it was full of Kittah Pee (i really don't like cats) so I cleaned it out (ewww) She came back under the fence and ate some food and left again. I haven't seen her for a few hours, and I'm kinda worried. (but I don't like cats) I hope she's okay. They notched her ear and she kinda looks like a punk Kittah now. I would have kept her if it wasn't for Clairy (my gender confused bird who makes out with his reflection and only likes my male visitors) I wanted to get a picture of little grey kittah all happy and home in my back yard to post here, but uhhhh, i think I'm on her poop list right now. I hope she will forgive me. Funny thing though, I went to get my mail after I let her go, and there was a cute card from Auntie Elaine saying congrats of getting little grey kittah fixed. LOL I wonder how Auntie gets her timming down to perfection like that! Auntie Elaine haz Skillz! Love you guys.

dating

2009-01-18T21:29:00.001-08:00

this pretty much sums it up.

1st date with david (a.k.a the Algerian guy) and Nate update

2009-01-18T00:21:00.000-08:00

Okay I have a bunch of news, okay maybe not a bunch but I actually have some news. i took friday off to take mom and dad to their dorctors appointments. The Doctor had to put them both to sleep for the procedure and they had to fast the night before so they were both cranky and hungry. Theres nothing sadder than hungry parents. It broke my heart so I didn't eat breakfast so I could feel for them too. Their appointment was at 8 a.m. so that meant we had to be there by 7:00. that meant I had to wake up by 5:45 to get to the house to pick em up. So I didnt sleep in ither. I took them into their appointment and the doctors put them next to each other with the i.v. drip. It was kinda cute that they were together. after it was done the doctors called me in and let me sit with them untill they recovered enough that they could walk. I don't mind having to dress my mother, but I do draw the line and having to dress my father, it just isn't cool. So he had to dress himself. My mom ended up dressing herself so that was good too. I took them to dennys right after where we ordered anything we could woulf down, we were all so hungry. Then they wanted coffee. so we went to sujus coffee house. I always expect to see Nate there because my mom saw him there that day I was having coffee with Dale, so knowing that I may run into nate I dressed in somthing cute. ehhh he wasn't there. I haven't seen him since my date with Dale there. I expected to see him there waiting for me, pining away for me and trying to stalk me the cute way he used to. I figured he would be there trying to capture my affections angin and proving his worth and desire to do my bidding.....I guess he didn't get my memo. Dangit! Oh well. i respoded to the e-mail he sent me by telling him, yeah, my feelings were hurt, but I wasn't nice ether when our break up happened. he responded with a call me if you want to hang out message. And when I read that, my thought was why should I call? So i hit the ball back into his court and told him that I think it was his desision if we hang out again because I'm not sure what his scedual is like. I know it sounds kinda dorky, but I just never call guys, I figure if they wanna hang out theyll call, if they don't they wont call, but Hell will freeze over before I call around begging for a date, My pride would never let me do that, plus I have a bevy of fresh men to date at my leasire. If I'm home on a weekend it's usually by choice. Some times I have a date, but I cancel it cuz I don't want to deal with the dorky giggling and awkwardness that first dates bring, or I don't feel social and know I will offend someone because I have p.m.s and the filter we all use on our first few dates isn't operating correctly and I say something mean and spiteful cuz I know I have a week of cramps comming at any givin moment. or sometimes, I don't feel like getting make-up on, and I'm broke or I would rather see and hang out with my friends insted. Plus, I am having so much fun dating a bunch of guys and finding out things I like and dislike in a man. I don't want to repeat the nasty marriage and ugly ex boyfriend mistakes I have made, so it's just better if I date a bunch of guys and try to figure out which one I want to spend more time with, which one I think would eventually make a decent husband, provider and father. which guy has the oddities I can live with and the habbits I can't stand. Sometimes what you think is a cute quark can become annoying a few years down the line. For example, I used to think that the way johnny said ormanents insted of orniments was cute, I used to think that when he said hecolopter insted of helocopter was enduring. After a year or two of hearing it, I wanted to scream and kick him in the shins. I don't want to have to deal with that again. So Anyway, I checked my myspace e-mail and nate responded to my reply of why don't you call me insted with a short sentance, it simply read: "I can't call you, I lost your number, give it to me again." really, numbers don't just fall out of your cell phone dude. I have yet to loose a number that was in my cell phone. Unless he actually lost his phone, my number isn't lost. I think he deleated it and never gave it a thought till he saw me out with Dale. So although I rolled my eyes and was annoyed, I still gave him my number again. I admit it I'm weak. I liked him so much. I still like him. Nate is my kryptonite. My hot, goodlooking, adorable, heartbreaking, bad boy, unemployed, youngster kryptonite. *sigh* Don't say it, I am already discusted with myself *hangs head* what can I do? Im weak and a sucker for a pretty face, strong arms a back full of tattoos and stalking skills that would put anyone in jail for 3 to 5 years. he's on line now and I havent recived an answer to my e-mail yet, nor have I recived a phone call, but like a dorky 10 year old girl I'm waiting by the phone with my fingers crossed. I'm lucky Natalia isn't here to beat some sense into me.

But I did go out with a guy named David tonight. It wasn't exactly a set up, it was more of he is a friend of a friend of a friend thing. I dated a guy a few months back, a fire fighter named Martin. Martin and I only dated once and he was too full of himself to make me like him, only one person in a relationship can be the snobby one and I like it when its me. And boy he was snobby to a degree that made me retch. But we still stayed friends and keep in contact. He was hanging out with his buddies and one of his buddies friend's asked him if he could look at his cell phone pictures. Martin has pictures of fire trucks and fires that he has fought in his phone, so it's pretty interesting to look at. I guess Martin still has a picture of my in his phone for caller i.d. At least thats what martin said. Anyway David was looking though his pics and came accross my picture and asked who I was. martin told him we dated once but now we are just friends. David asked Martin if he would mind if he asked me out. Martin said it wasn't a problem and told him he would text me and ask if I would let Martin give him my number. So Martin texted me on new years and told me that he knew a guy who liked my pic and wanted to have my nuber and ask me out. I texted back my e-mail address insted cuz i want to know more about a guy before I give him my number. So David and I began e-mailing. It was pretty ruff in the begining. His english isn't that great (but I'm used to that) I learned that he is a sucurity gaurd, that he is from algeria and muslim (been there always an issue) He is also going to school at berkley, he's legal (for a change) he speeks french, burber (always thought that was a rug) and aribic and english. He's still learning his way around the english though. Sadly, my french consists of the lyrics to lady marmalde (which is pretty dirty) my burber is non-exsistant (due to the fact I thought it was floor covering and not an actual language) and my aribic is 2 words (both swear word) needless to say when I picked him up from the bart station, it was a alot of pantamimeing and long silences to find the right words on both our parts. It didn't help that when he was searching for an english word for somthing he would mumble in french to him self and that was encredably cute and lets face it dead sexy! he kept trying to teach me french while we were having coffee at sujus. I would watch his full lips form the words and go deaf with distraction, not to mention I have a tounge built for asian languages and english only. It was a mess, we laughed so hard cuz I just couldn't pronounce anything right. It was even funnier when he said he was hungry and I took him to a mexican restraunt, I figured it was only fair since we both don't speek spanish so we were on equal ground. We both ate and enjoyed the food and laughed a lot stumbling over words and slang and double meanigs. It was fun and kinda cute. He was compleatly charming and kissed my hand all through out dinner telling me I was pretty (thank you bare minarals zit concealer! cuz I have like 14 zits right now) it was a little romantic for my taste. But sweet non the less.We still had 3 hours to hang out before the last bart train left for his home, so we came back to my house to watch a movie. I let him pick the movie from my massive collection (hoping he wouldn't pick anything romantic) He picked Hot shots part duex. i figured he picked it cuz duex is the french word for two and it looked like an action flick. I made coffee and we sat on the couch and started to watch it. David thought it was the funniest film he had ever seen. He laughed so hard though the movie. When it was over I had to take him back to the bart station to catch his train home, so I let him borrow the movie to show his algerian room mates and we got into the car and I drove to the bart station. So I dropped him off and I gave him a hug and he gave me a really nice kiss and his lips were suoer soft. *swoon* we promised we would hang out next saturday as well. (side note, it was a kiss on the cheek cuz boys have rancid cooties till your married Boo!) so I am excited that the date was nice and sweet and he was handome and exotic and really fun. and as usual I have a picture. Lets see how long it takes for this one to annoy me so I break it off with him. I gave him a month. i get annoyed easy theese days.

he's kinda skinny, but pretty nice arms, from what I observed.

one down...eight to go

2009-01-13T20:34:00.000-08:00

So I finally got ahold of a person who would help me figure out how to get my kittahs all fixed. her name is Rose and she's awsome. She olny had one spot this week for a cat to be fixed and she wanted me to catch the little grey kitty (the source of all the dang kittens). I was suposed to try last week, but work was a mess, honestly almost none of the staff in my room came to work cuz they were sick or their kids were sick. my week was a nightmare. I also had to go to C.P.R training...again cuz my card had expired and at least one adult per classroom has to be able to give c.p.r. So My week was horrid. I tried catching the cat on wednesday, no luck, never even saw her, tried on thurdays with my mom, she showed up and ran away when I tried to get her. I have a compleate mental break down and sit on the floor crying cuz my week had been so frickin bad and the cat thing wasn't helping and I have a scortching case of p.m.s. Mom promoises me that while I'm at work on friday her and dad would come to my apartment and wait for little grey kitty to show up. I have to give this cat to Rose by saturday cuz the fixing is suposed to happen on sunday. I had zero faith that my parents would catch the right cat. I doomed the whole project and said to forget it, I'll just feed all the kittens that show up and become the crazy cat lady. On friday I get a message from my mom, she says they got the cat and it's the right one. Sure it is I say. i get off work and meet my parents at suju's coffee house to see if it's the right cat. They open the trunk and theres little greay kittah, pissed off but it's her! I was shocked! they really got her. I was so happy. I called rose and we dropped her off at rose's house, along with a bag of cat food. Rose had her fixed on sunday, but found out that she had an infection in her mouth so she has to stay for 10 days till her meds are all finished. Rose said she would keep her for me and help her recover, since I can't have a cat in my house cuz of the lizards and bird. Rose is also lending me traps for the rest of the kittahs so I can get them fixed too. She's awsome. And little grey kitty is doing great, and Rose says she's such a sweet cat that I could adopt her out to someone if I had the time. I hope I do. I pick her up next week so I am gonna ask around to see if anyone at work will take her. But One of the kittahs is fixed! *cheers!* just eight more to go.....lol

hummm

2009-01-07T18:16:00.001-08:00

So I responded to Nate's e-mail. I pretty much told him that I still horbor feeling for him and that I miss him (yeah I'm weak) But that he hurt my feelings and all that jazz. But so far I haven't heard back from him in any way. No e-mail no text, not even smoke signals. He hasn't checked his myspace since he sent the message, so ither he's affraid of my response, or isn't that interested in it. LOL Oh well. I'll keep you posted.

Nates e-mail to me via my space.

2009-01-06T22:29:00.001-08:00

I've been here at sujus for about a couple hours just messing around with my laptop and i was thinking of you. i was pretty inconsiderate to you. i just wanted to say that i am sorry for what i've done and appologize for how mean i was for doing what i did. Honestly i just got scared. No other real way to explain it. I really do miss your company now that I stepped back and think about things with how close we were. If you can find it in you to forgive me it would be something you wouldn't regret. If you don't then tell me what i should do to make things better between us. I left on a bad note when i didn't know what i wanted between us but i know i want you to be chilling with me as I learn what our friendship is about.

This is Dale, Imagine him blinking and bobbing his head, yet washing my dishes. rember nate?...*drool* *sigh* what do I do???????

My man mess

2009-01-06T21:34:00.000-08:00

As per usual, I managed to get caught up in another mess involving my cougarness. This time I swear it wasn't my fault. It was just cercomstance. I managed to meet the guy I have mentioned who was my age and had 5 kids and was divorced twice this past friday. His name is Dale. Dale and I had been texting and talking on the phone for about a month and we had arranged for him to drive down from sacremento (2 hour drive) This past Friday so we could meet. He was going to stay at my house (on the couch cuz of the cootie thing) Till sunday. So when he showed up on friday we decided to go out for dinner. We went to red robin which is a restraunt in the mall that has awsome fries. We had a nice dinner and decent conversation even though he blinked a lot and bobbled his head in a way that annoyed the heck outta me. We decided to walk around the mall and look in some stores. Dale kept pulling me into jewerly stores to look at en(gag)ement rings. He kept asking if I liked certin ones and I was sorta freeking out. I mean who takes their date to look at engagement rings when I met him in person only 2 hours before? It was a bit un-nerving to say the least. I finally talked him out of going into the stores and just picking up the flyers they have outside the store for rings. My palms were sweaty and I was shaking I was so creeped out by his intrest to wed me on the first date. He kept buying anything in any store that I stopped to look at and expressed intrest in. I ended up with a lot of crap I dont need or really want. I have to admit, it's nice when I guy buys you stuff, I enjoy my gucchi purse from a.z. but really, why spoil me with gifts when all i reallt want is the cash...LOL any way. We came home and he told me to circle all the rings I liked in the flyers. So I circled the highest priced items and he didn't bat an eyelash (which was hard cuz he blinks a lot) needless to say when It was bed time, I locked my bedroom door and pushed a book shelf infront of it. That night I had nightmares of walking down the asile with a bobble head and 5 little bobble heads behind him. the next day was better, he must have sensed my discomfort with the ring and engagment talk so he didn't mention it. he had made coffee for us, so that was nice. I left him in my house, so he can shower (i wanted to give him privacy and franticlly call my parents with the ring story) and I needed to get mice and crickets for my lizards. When I came back he was dressed and showered and doing the dishes in the sink. hummm okay...then I went back upstairs to feed the lizards and found that he not only made my bed, but hung up the clothes I had laying on my floor.....yeah. I called my mom again and she laughed. We went to suju's coffee house and my parents and dale and I played scrabble, well dale kept score while we played cuz my dad cheats. My mom waved at someone behind me and I turned around to look, but all I saw was the back of a man's shirt and pants. I didn't know who it was. So I asked my mom who it was and she said it was Nate. the dude who in september cut out on me. LOL! I almose peed my pants. I still hold a torch for this youngen, cuz he's sooo dang hot. nate seems to only want to be with me when he knows I am seeing another guy, he has done this to me before when I was on a date and he ran into me and my date and started texing me to tell the guy to go away so me and him can hang out. So I kinda expected to get a text from him or a phone call soon after he was outta eyesight. But nothing ever came of it. So Dale (who didn't know about the situation) and I ended up going to the store to get something to cook for our dinner that night. We came back to my place and he started to cook and I fell asleep on the couch, cuz I'm domesic like that. he woke me up for dinner. he made fajitas and rice. It was exelent, he also fed the cats outside who were desperatly trying to get my attention. after dinner, he did the dishes and ,ade after dinner coffee. he was really trying to impress me, it would have worked if he bobbled less and blinked less. At bed time, I left him watching t.v. and I locked the door and feel asleep. I woke up in the moring to him knocking on my door. It was only 7 a.m on a sunday! ( this is a awful time to be woken up on my vacation) I opened the door with my frizzy hair, bad moring breath and ugly night gown to yell at him, but he was holding coffee and mexican pasteries for me! dangit! I can't even yell at him! he even handed my my daily protonix pill that I need daily for heart burn. I had no reason to complain. And that in itself drove me bonkers! he again did the dishes and got his stuff together, kissed me on the cheek at left by 10:00 a.m. to drive back to sacremento. I stood and stared at the closed door for 15 mins reflecting on how nice he was despite the creepy look at rings thing he was dang near perfect. but the blinking and bobble head thing really gets to me. he texts me good morning and goodnight and all the sweet things a guy should but, again I just dont like him that much. I'm still stck on the whole Nate thing, even though he is way too young for me, I really liked him a lot. And Iliked his family too. But since I hadent heard from him since late september, I gave up on him. I started dating again. So last night I decide to check my e-mails and tagged account and my myspace account, since I hadnt checked on it in a week. Low and behold Nate had left me a message. And there in lies the man mess, Nate wants to reconcile probly cuz he saw me with another guy and Dale is trying to marry me. Not to mention the other guys that I have been meaning to date. So I can take dale: my age, employed, has car, ready made family, blinky bobble head that does chores, but I'm not attracted to. or possably Nate: younger than me, but ohhh so hot, lives close by, employment staus unknown, broke my heart once already, did I mention how hot he is? makes me laugh, no kids but wants them and I adore his family. Or I can continue dating abunch of guys and reject everyone like I have been doing.....and maybe get some cute shoes or free dinners out of it? Mom says keep dating, Karen says go for nate since I haven't stoped pineing for him, Natalia says no nate go for bobble head dale and dad said "huh?" so i don't know what to do......maybe leave the country and change my name to Pandora. I'm going to copy and paste nates e-mail in a blog after this just so you guys know what I'm up against.

Christmas day

2008-12-26T21:19:00.000-08:00

Do you remember waking up at the butt crack of dawn on x-mas day soooo excited? I mean as soon as there was even a hint of light in the sky, your eyes popped open and you snuck out to the tree to peek? Then that annoying wait for your parents to wake the heck up so you can tear open the rock em sock em robots or the easy bake oven? That Looooong painfully tourturous wait as they woke up and slowly (so very slowly) got their robes and slippers on and HAD to have a cup of coffee (postum)? Then they slowly shuffled to the room with the flippin x-mas tree in it and then decided who went first to open gifts? Remember being so annoyed when you got practical gifts like socks, and underwear and the dreadded dress shoes that you knew just by the looks of them would eat at your heals and be unconfortable for the next hundred years because they are slightly too big so "you can grow into them."? Ahh thoose were the days. I remember my pink huffy bike, my glow in the dark globe and the doll house my dad built with his own two hands and my mom decorated herself. (it's in my closet awaiting the little girls I'm expected to produce..oops) I kinda miss those days. It seems that the older my parents get, the earlier they wake up. They were dressed and ready for gifts and waiting on me when I pulled into their drive way on x-mas. It's true, I was excited, for one I knew there was chocolate under that tree, my p.m.s radar located it a few days ago. X-mas was lean this year, I'm sure it was for us all. But since I'm not 7 years old and my easy bake oven has givin away to my easy microwave meals, it's not that big of a deal. Plus I just wanted to play scrabble with my parents like I do eveyday. LOL. When i walked in it smeled like lighter fluid, normaly I wouldn't ask questions, but it was also dark in the house. Having as many nut job ex boyfriends as I do I was on high alert for my parents being held hostage, dipped in flamabal liquid with an angry mexican holding a zippo near enough to them to make me agree to marry him so he can get a green card. But It was just a power outage. There went my theory. The power had been out since 8:00, I arrived around 10:00 and the hurrican lamp oil is what i was smelling. Why we have lamps for a hurricain, i'll never know but there they were shiney and stinky. Karen and Ashley were due to arrive for our x-mas lunch around 12:00 and mom was getting worried that she couldn't cook. I figured we would fake like we were jewish and have chineese food on x-mas, but no one was too hip to my idea. So we opend gifts in the dark, it's been cludy and rainy so the sun wasn't bright. We can still see what we got though. Dad got mom a new old lady robe (the robe that screams don't touch me, i'm crabby and cold) I got mom Wall-E and a new scrabble game called scrabble upwards that requires people with much higer i.q's than dad and I have to play (we gave up in the middle of the game and curled up and cried, mom however had no problem playing). Mom got dad the dreaded underwear and socks and I got him a belt and a movie...the crystal skull one. I got a lot of bath stuff (sniff arm pitts) and clothes. Books (yes!) and gift cards (always good) Dad's home teacher Von, came by with cookies, so that was our snack since we still had no power at 11:00. Mom decided that I needed to call Karen and let her know that food wasn't gonna happen and to just come by for gifts since we would be having to haul all the fixins to my place (gulp....so haven't clean house) or have some ally cat liver and tuna with the cats. I called Karen to let her know that we had no power due to the wind storm the night before and then the lights came on. I was so happy that dinner wouldn't be at my place. The last thing I wanted my mother to find is the tupperwear that still contained the green bean cassoral she sent home with me on thanksgiving still in my fridge covered in a healthy white fuzz sitting proudly in my fridge and nothing around it but root bear and taco bell sauce packets. I rarely have food, not cuz I'm that poor, but I'm not cooking a meal for just myself, when I can just make top raman or microwave dinners. Honestly whats the point? I consider myself well fed when I have cheezits and coffee. I mean I can survive on my my upper arm fat for months alone if need be. people think I'm fat.....what they don't know is I'm just prepared. When a disaters happens, it's the skinny people who will parrish first. Thats my theory at least. So mom managed to get dinner on the table in nothing flat. Karen and Ashley arrived and they opened their gifts and we opened the one they brought. Then we ate Ham and all the fixins. Then Karen and Ashley left to Karen's parents house for more festive food I'm sure. We watched Wall-E and then I packed up my haul of gifts and went to Natalia's house for wine and scattergories. Rodrigo finally decided to give me the c.d.'s I asked him to burn me seven years ago....yeah I am not kidding 7 years ago, I gave this guy a list of songs I wanted him to burn for me. Better late than never I guess. F.y.i Scattergories is an awsome game sober, but when your friends are three sheets to the wind it's flippin outstanding. Case in point I rolled the letter E one of the things that we were suposed to come up with was a holloween costume begining with the letter E.....The answer our friend elisa came up with was eagel. Really....need I say more, I think not. I got home at 3:00 a.m. I had to go through 4 soberity check points, I got 2 police offercers phone numbers (so wearing the tight black swearter again) and fell asleep dreaming of elisa dressed up as an eagel for halloween. Hope you guys had a great day as well. Love you all.

Mom's Martha stewert tree, I have learned that I decorate it all wrong so she should just do it herself.

mom opening a book from auntie Elaine. she already started reading it. LOL

Daddy opening something, I can't remember lol

Peaches, ignoring the festive new cat toys, and waiting for what he really wants

he really want the stupid box.

Peaches and punkin, ignoring you though cyber space.

Ashley looking sooo thrilled with a 3 pack of tinkerbell panties from me....yeah I suck at being an aunt I know. I did promise her a tattoo when she turns 16 Imean 18.
Karen and Ashley (a.k.a my fake wife and kid)

uuuuggghhh x-mas eve

2008-12-24T19:45:00.000-08:00

sorry guys, I have been so lazy and boring lately. Nothing too exciting has been going on. Friday was our last day of school/work till Jan 5th. I need the break. I wanted to sleep in, but so far I haven't had the chance. Between my doctors appointments, hair appointments, Mom's eye surgery, various parties and celebrations including birthdays I have had a non-stop week. I don't even have kids to chase after! I'm super tired. I ended up getting the flu shot yesterday at my doctor's appointment. I never had one before, usually they have a shortage and say kids and seniors first and my age range misses out, but this year I guess there was enough to go around. So My doctor knows what i do for a living encouraged me to get it. I'm not affraid of shots or getting my blood drawn, after 9 or 10 tattoos you tend to loose your fear of needles, but I'm affraid of what I hear about the shot. I heard that most people get sick when they get the shot so I asked my doctor if I would get sick. She promised me I would not get sick, but would have a sore arm for a few days. I belived her and she shot me. I woke up feeling like poo today. If I didn't like my doctor so much, I would poke her in the eye, but I have the chills and I feel weak. And to top it off, my sholder still hurts and it's got a lump in it. I just don't want to be sick on x-mas vacation. Since I started this job 9 years ago, I have managed to be sick every single x-mas break. If it wasn't the flu it was a cold or tonsilitis or strep throat. Last new years I spent the count down passed out in my bath tub in ice water trying to bring down a fever. So I 'am hoping that it's all in my head this year, and I'm really fine. LOL. I still have several fuctions to attend and a date with a father of five next week. So I kinda need to be at the top of my a game. I can't let a guy actually catch me cuz then I loose the thrill of the capture and release program I started when I became a cougar. I'm already getting rusty at it, this guy is actually 35! A whole 3 years older than me! and employed and stuff. It's just a date, so I should be okay, as long as he doesn't bust out pictures of his five little ones to try to win me over. I tend to fall for the kids and ignore they guy, thats why I like em young....I can have both. LOL

Mom and dad are doing fine, Mom had eye surgery to get rid of some glacoma. It's cool, they shoot her in the eyes with a lazer, the whole process takes like 5 mins, the waiting room takes two hours. Then she has to put drops in her eyes and junk, but she's totally fine. Dad Made mom a laundry line to dry the clothes with out the dryer. I thought it was a cool idea since they are trying to save money, till I tried to wear a pair of extreemly cold and stiff undies, now I'm not so sure, I like fabric softener. Also it's been raining on and off, so now we hang up the laundry and go for coffee and it begins to rain and we have to get home fast to take the clothes off the line. We have to race the rain clouds.

Since today is x-mas eve, we got to open one gift. It's a tradition in our little family since I can remember, I'm not sure if anyone other than us do that, but we each opend a gift. Mom opened the coffee cup I made her in class (oh yes, I make the same gits as my students and give them to my parents) That way they still get the cute kid gifts no matter how old I am. LOL Dad opend a world map I bought him from office max. he likes to watch t.v. and when he hears of a city or country he doesn't know about, he likes to locate it and tell us whats around it. I always open Auntie Elaine's gift to me. I can't help it. I know what ever it is, I'm going to be happy. I don't know how she does it, but i'ts always my favorite gift and she did it again this year, a drop your jaw neacklace! I wore it all day. If only I had 1/2 her tallent for gift giving, my poor mom wouldn't be drinking coffee out of a mug with dorky flowers drawn on it. LOL

On that note, I better get to bed, I have to wake up early again for x-mas tomorrow. Hope every one has a great x-mas. Love you.

the black sheep

LOL, sorry I forgot to rotate the pic. LOL

Natalia ans me at the ruby room in Oakland

Natalia, d.j. Elisa and D.j rigo at the ruby room

Natalia cutting her birthday cake, it was guava cake...yummmm, and wearing the dress we got her.

Natalia, her grandma,her mom, elisa. rigo, the back of teresa's head, and me in the black and white sweater....yeah we are gambling for dimes with a kids toy. LOL

Rodrigo and Ziggy (both single, both have fleas)

Teresa and natalia (both single and prefer it that way)

snow boarding earphones, cuz we have no snow in the bay area and rigo has never even seen a snow board.....lol ( still single)
Natalia's grandma (87 years old, single and makes a mean pesto sauce and what we call grandma bread. No english spoken here, just pure guataneese (wha-ta-knee) quick to hit your hand with a wooden spoon when you reach for food thats not ready...I have the scars to prove it.

Thanksgiving

2008-11-30T01:05:00.000-08:00

Thanks giving is always an amusing time for me. Mom does all the cooking, cuz lets just face it, no one wants food poisioning during the holidays. She's in the kitchen for hours and hours cooking this and that, stiring and mixing, basting and all that jazz. As we sit on our butts smelling the yummy smells as our tummies rumble. I arrived a bit later than usual and missed the light breakfast that she lets us have in the morning. Since we usually eat dinner super early on thanksgiving thats all we get till dinner. She went to the bathroom and I snuck into the kitchen and stoled a few black olives to tied me over, since we still had an hour or two to go. I ran back to the couch so she wouldn't catch me. About an hour later she opens the fridge and says "who's been eating the olives? there are 3 missing?!" seriously, the woman counted the olives in the glass dish. Who does that?! This is why I could never cut school or sneek out at night, sh'e knows everything. It's soooo creepy. I didn't get in trouble at least, but she never left the kitchen again dangit!

We finally sat down to eat at around 2:00 p.m. yeah it's kinda early, but we were starving. The turky was small, which was fine, it was enough for us, plus, we had all the sides too, green bean casorol, bread, cranberry crud (eww), stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy and our neighobr's famous broccoli salad, she left my mom the recipe before her unfortunate car wreck a few years back. We clinked glasses and hoped for a better year, because one of the chairs was empty. Feeling the absence of my brother is daily, as we have all lost someone we loved no matter how long ago, or how stressed the relationship was we still feel it. But it was a knock to our hearts and will be for every holiday I am sure. I'm reminded of him daily, I have his things, I have his pictures, I have his ashes, but I can't seem to bring myself to erase his number from my cell phone. Go figure. It was odd, not having him there, but not uncommon, somtimes he wouldn't come to spend the holidays with us, prefering his friends and their family's over ours, but we knew where he was, that he was safe and fed and that was enough. Usually i would get a phone call. But when I got home, I listened to a message he had left me on my answering machine a 8 months ago and felt better. His happy and carefree voice wanting to meat up for coffee and how insted of calling me alison he called me alisinner, and I refered to him as foofoo or foofanew so thats how he would start his messages. :"hey sinner it's foofoo...". I know I miss him, But I am also happy that he isn't sad or in pain anymore, and I know where he is at all times and I don't worry about him at all anymore. And that makes me happy again. I hope I didn't bum anyone out with this post. I'm fine I promise. I just know that I haven't talked about him at all, and I'm not sure if you all knew we had lost him or not.( I know Britt knew) Mom's not up to talking about it, which is understandable, so I haven't mentioned it. But thats what a blog is for right? I figured it was time. Hope you guys had a great feast as well. I miss you all and love you lots. Here are some pics for you to laugh at:

MMMMM, the turkey, in all it's juicy gooness.

But the turkey was no match, for dad's skilled hands carved it up, the only job he gets on this day.

so gonna dig in!

Our dearly missed FooFoo.

the old people

2008-11-25T23:47:00.000-08:00

Okay I am excited about worlds deadliest catch again. Yeah I need a life. They are running the seasons over again, Like I don't have them all commited to memory already. It's sad that I am so hyped for this show. I don't know what kind of hold it has over me, but I love it. The guys arnt cute at all, they never shower and they curse.....oh wait I get it, they remind me of all my dates. Mystery solved.
So today since I have no life, I hung out with my parents playing scrabble as per usual. I did however show my parents our blogs, in hopes they would think it would be a great idea to start their own, in essence getting auntie Elaine and Janet to blog as well.....no such luck. As I tried to show them how to navagate through my page and meeer's to get to britt's and Crazy family's I watched their eyes, glaze over with confusion and desperation. They started to humm show tunes and rock back and forth. When they started drooling I just gave up. "what would we blog about?" "we have no life." "we don't do anything." was all I heard. So I just closed the tabs and signed out, thinking they would forget about it in a few weeks and I would try again. I wont hold my breath though, new things scare them. they don't even have cell phones. I'm thrilled that they have indoor plumbing though.

ehhhh aaron didn't make the cut.

2008-11-23T19:56:00.000-08:00

Okay maybe I'm picky, maybe I just like to torture myself, maybe I am just hard to please or maybe I am scared to commit, but I had to cut it off with Aaron cuz his car smelled funny. I know it's a stupid reason, and it's not like it actually stunk, it just smelled diffrent. It smelled of expensive calonge and odd afgan spices. And yeah.....thats all I got. Plus he wore a suit and tie to work....I don't know what to do with a white collar guy, I like the blue collar guys, they fix things and move furniture so I can vaccumme underneith. Okay I suck, he was great. I just didn't care for the car smell thing. But I do have a few more in the wings I need to date. I shall sniff test their cars first though.

cougar status-- upgrade and Twilight movie

2008-11-23T00:25:00.000-08:00

So I have to upgrade my cougar status a bit, my latest vict.....man friend is 28. So I still get the younger guy, but he actually can grow a beard, and his voice has already changed. Score! I happened upon hium at starbucks. It was Monday and I was already at home watching my net flix of the muppet show cuz I'm a dork. And for some reason or another I was hit with the overwhelming urge for a peppermint hot chocolate. It was late, around 9, but I was still dressed from work and had my face on so I figured I would jump into the car and brave the starbucks in my ghetto neighborhood. I figure the thugs were all outside my apartment complex so there wernt any left to compeet with the yuppi scum that usually hangs out at starbucks. So I hopped into the car to score my hot chocolate. I get in-line behind a rather dashing guy, he's a little taller than me, brown, and is wearing a white jacket with a rhinstone design on the back in the shape of a crown. I found the jacket amusing since by all other appearances, he smelled hetrosexual to me. I happen to have an uncanny gaydar sense. It's one of my lesser known yet handy dandy tallents. He looks over his sholder at me and I grin, mostly because he is wearing the most feminine jacket I have ever seen and I kinda wanted it. He places his order of a vanilla bean frap and then tells the barista that he is buying mine as well. Hummmm. I tell him that I have my money out already and that he is super sweet for offering but I couldn't accept. He says he isn't offering he took out a credit card and asked me if I wanted anything other than coffee. I said I want your jacket. I'm quick to the point I guess. he says, have coffee with me. and I ask why. He says because He noticed I was alone as was he so by all accounts it was meant for us to have coffee together. I figured what the heck, I was armed with various instrments to keep me safe:millitary issue mace, a switchblade givin to me by my brother and an enya c.d. I could take over the world with my arsonal of tourture. We sit down and he tells me his name is aaron. I tell him my name is Pandora. He says thats funny, whats your real name? and I say you have to tell me your real name first. He looks at me for a full min and asks how did you know my name isn't aaron? I tell him that his name isn't aaron because he has an accent and it isn't american therefore his name wasn't aaron. He says he would buy me dinner if I could place his accent and culture. I tell him I want olive garden and he is afgan. He darn near spits out his frap on me and asks how I knew. I told him it was his accent. I then speek farsi to him. I only know a little farsi but it was enough to earn a dinner. score! We talked from 9 ish to 12 ish then parted ways with eachothers phone number. We have seen eachother almost everynight since then. He did take me to olive garden last night. It was yummy. So far I haven't scored the jacket, but he did want to buy me an i-pod thingy, but I don't even know what one is so I said no. He works as a finace guy at auto west toyota. He has a nice car. He wore a suit and tie to dinner.....yeah. He did tell me his real name, I can't pronounce it unless I have 4 marbles in my mouth, but I just call him aaron. he calls me pandora even though I did tell him my name. I don't know if it'll work, the diffrence in culture and religion may prove to be too much for him, I don't care but I'm sure his family will. My family just likes that he's employed. anyway so heres his picture, sadly I didn't get the back of his jacket.

he's pretty cute in a suit and tie too. But whatever, I'm sure it's destin to fail. LOL

So On to twilight. Natalia couldn't go on opening night due to some wedding she had to attend. So we had to wait till today to go. Rodrigo is still reading the book but he is almost done so he wanted to see the movie. And of course, d.j. elisa came with us as well. Although she hasn't read the book yet. I made rigo fandango the tickets yesterday cuz the movie sells out pretty fast. We went to a 5:55 showing but got there at 4:00 and were the first in line to get into the theater....further proving out dorkiness.

So freekin thrilled that we are first in-line. LOL

our huge bucket of popcorn that ended up ruining our appitite for dinner.

Many things were said while we were in line for the movie. I mean we had over an hour to kill. so while there was a lul in the conversation, Elisa decides to tell us she had her dog nacho nutered. Elisa didn't take in account that while she said this Natalia was taking a rather large swig of coofee, which she spat all over me. and then colapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter....and we are the mature ones.

coffee spittle, complaments of Natalia, yet Elisa's fault for nutering Nacho

Natalia's fit of laughter after hearing of Nacho's...emmm missing parts, and spraying me with snot and coffee.

So after we stood in line forever and made total dorks out of ourselves, they actually still let us into the movie. Poor Rigo had to listen to us swoon and giggle over Edward. But he puts up with us a lot. Natalia and I ended up holding hands at the romantic parts, squeezing the life outta eachother like little chool girls. It was sad and pathitic.....we are so doing it again. I have a week off for thanksgiving, and although the movie wasn't up to par with the book and so much was left out, we still enjoyed it fully and will see it over and over, much like we did with interview with a vampire and the crow. The only diffrance is, this time we arnt using our allowance to see movies and our parents don't have to drop us off. LOL. I thought it was so funny that all the kids had to call their parents to pick em up after the movie was over cuz it reminded us that when we were their age, we had to do the same thing, only from a pay phone cuz cells wernt in exsistance, only our sad little pagers were. LOL. After the movie, we went to eat, but had to share food cuz we ate tons of popcorn. Of course there were drinks involved, I was driving as per usual so I had an iced tea. But Natalia had to fine the largest most obnoxious alcoholic bevrage in exsistance.

I mean honestly it looked like blue toilet water and the glass was bigger than her head! LOL But never the less good times were had by all. and on that note, enjoy the next picture.....*Swoon*

Oh yes I bought an edward poster and hung it in my bedroom and took pictures of it. Oddly enough I think he's hot and he isn't even brown...go figure.

love ya! The black sheep

Kittahz

2008-11-16T21:43:00.000-08:00

Okay I swear I don't like cats, But Natalia forced me (really) to look at this website called:www.icanhascheezeburger.com. It's so funny I had to share. On that note, i'm sorry to report, that apparently since I could not catch little grey kitty, she is knocked up yet again. *sigh* great. I thought I would get her in time, but when it rained a few weeks ago she didn't come around. Now I know why.

The happiest flippin' place on earth.

2008-11-11T20:50:00.000-08:00

It's late, I'm tired and my feet hurt so that must mean I had a great time in disneyland! i love it when it's all decked out for x-mas! I am a sucker for the haunted mansion when it has the nightmare before x-mas theme. I love that movie. As usual Karen (commanly refered to as my wife) set up dinner at the blue byeu restraunt inside the pirates of the carribian ride. This restraunt is famous for the monte cristo sandwich and mint julips. Yummy! My friend works in the hotel across the street from disneyland and he and his wife were our personal tourguides once again and made sure we learned the tricks to getting exactly what we wanted all the time. My friend is a Marine I met when I lived in japan so I call him by his last name: Register. register and his wife Vanessa and his son, hold premium passes to the park, we get a lot of bonuses with that little card. Karen and I only have the delux passes. we had 15% off of all perchaces, including food, free parking in prefered lots, and special seating for any event including fantasma. I love having a hook up where ever I go. LOL! The only draw back was, I am a huge chicken and hate the scary rides. karen loves the scary rides. So when a scary ride is what she wants, she and register and vanessa go on it while I sit with the stroller and watch register and Vanessa's son Samual. Sam hates me. I don't know why. He's 1 year old. Can you really sense evil that young? anyway so they go on splash moutain (yeah like I'm going to walk around wet, hair frizzed out and make-up compermised...so not gonna happen) so I push the stroller like a battering ram through the crowd and find a bench and sit and wait. I turn the stroller around so I can see th kid, and he figures out mom and dad are gone and I am going to eat him or something and he starts screaming like a howler monkey. I am not even touching him! I try talking to him, he gets louder, I try offering him money and toys, doesn't work. I tried handing him cherrios and gold fish crackers, he throws them at me. Then I try picking him up, he struggles in my arms and screams so loud the whole park stops and stares at me. Clearly The child hates me for some unknown reason and I don't know what to do about it. I would have checked his diaper but everytime I got near him he would make another unpleasent noise. I was at a loss. I just stared at him as he cried defeated. Then a perfect stranger sits down next to me and says someone needs a nap. I turn to him and say "yeah i do, but I'm stuck with this kid." and the strager laughes (what? I was serious) Samual sees the strange man and shuts up and strts laughing at him and holding his arms out to him so he would pick him up. Really!!!!! what the heck? this kid has seen me all day and hates me, this dude just sits down and he's some sort of baby whisperer?! I beg him to stay on the bench with me. He asks to hold Sam. Uhhhhh, I'm not sure what the rules are about letting strangers touch children that arn't mine, but common sense says: ehhhhh no. I tell The dude that The kid isn't mine and I can give him back broken. He's offended and gets up and gos to his family that includes 3 little boys all happy and joyus. Great. I have been at the park for 30 mins and pissed off 1 child and 1 adult male age unknown. Again another record I can be proud of. Sam sees him leave and crys his head off again. I just watch him. His parents return and I feel like a failure. I'm a teacher, kids are suposed to like me but fear me when they are older. Register and vanessa make excuses like, he's tired, or cranky. But when I try to interact with him an hour latter, as soon as he sees me he crys. The kid hates me.

The next day we head into the park and get our spot for fansama. I have never seen the show cuz when we go with ashley she's usually crying or tired and we have to go. so this time we were going to see it no matter what. It was great. I loved it and right after were the fireworks. always awsome. We noticed an unusually large ammont of goths at the park. I happen to be an avid goth music fan so I don't think anythin g of it. However when your in a child's park dressed like one of of the undead, expect a few stares. I saw a lot of guys in skirts, no, not kilts mind you fluffy skirts. Okay so I'm used to that I live near s.f. no big deal. But then I saw her.....she was wearing yarn for hair and I think a wash cloth for a skirt. her butt cheeks were hanging out! I had to say something I just had to. She was in the smoking section (my favorite ride in the park) and I said :"My, your out fit is great! It looks waaaay better on you thank my mom." She looked mortified and quicky left, I saw her later on at the peterpan ride donning a pair of black sweat pants. Nice.

The following day, Karen and I check out of the hotel. We have some time to burn before we plan to leave for home. We decide to meet up with Register and go into the park. Sam and Vanessa stay home cuz they are sick. But before we go to register's house, Karen and I needed coffee. We found starbucks near our hotel and sit out side and have coffee planning our last day, when we meet Rabecca. Rabecca is a patiant from the drug re-hab center down the street. She apparently got a day pass and clearly wanted to spend it at starbucks talking to strangers about the dangers of organised religion, goverment, he mofia, housing shortages, rent hikes and the many many people who take up rsidents in her head. I have met a lot of crazies in my life time, heck I have dated most of em, but this was a whole new crazy. I was impressed enough to stay there longer than planned. I couldn't leave, I wanted to know what she would say next and as an added bonus she talked about herself in a third person contex. "Rebecca doesn't have time to give a statment to the police." "Rabecca keeps her legs closed." (thats good cuz shes' the last person who needs to breed) I happen to be a big fan of people who talk about themselves in 3rd person. I enjoy it a lot. I enjoyed Rabecca. She was messy and unkempt and spat a lot when she spoke. she had all the makings of a great crack head. I was under her spell. karen tried so hard to contain her laughter. I was doing a great job of not laughing, I honestly didn't laugh mostly out of fear that one of her personalities may be able to kill me with the spork she was holding. So I kept smiling and agreeing with her. Then I get a text from Register :"where are you guys?" I return the text "we are at starbucks, be there soon." I get a text from register again."starbucks!? It's Monday! watch out for Rabecca!" I reply, "too late." I tell Rabecca that we had to go, and that I am a secret agent and I have to get to work on a meth bust thats happening around the corner. She salutes me and we go to Register's house with the agreement that if ither one of us gets to see Rabecca ever again, we make sure to get her picture.

We drove home later that night. we made it home in 5 hours again and crashed at my house. here are a few pics enjoy:

This is Sam. he hates me.

This is what it looks like to have karen drive, I belive this was 109 m.p.h

yes, I did. I had my pic taken with Jasmine, she's my favorite princess.

inside the haunted mansion ride.

The haunted mansion decorated for x-mas

the wife and I excited to be at disneyland...LOL

sportin' my ears even in the hotel room LOL

Vanessa, Register and Sam

me and Register.

the ship that peter pan and captin hook are on.
splash moutain...yeah not going on this one EVER!

disneyland

2008-11-07T20:00:00.000-08:00

Karen and I are leaving tonight for disneyland. Our season passes run out next week so we both took the day off work on monday so we can have a long weekend there. We arnt taking ashley because she hates disneyland. LOL. But I have the interweb in our hotel room so I'll try to post nightly if possible. okay, I better take my disco nap now. (disco naps are the naps you take between parties and our functions where drinking or dancing are required. They can be between 15 mins or 4 hours depending on said party or function.) Just incase you guys needed a name for naps. LOL :) Love ya!
The black sheep........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

humiliation (noun)

2008-11-03T18:33:00.000-08:00

Humiliation n. tomake (a person)suffer by lessening his dignity or self-esteem.
So Saturday night was a huge party my friends Brianna and her husband Dustin throw every fall. It's called Fallapolooza. Various friends of theese people, and there are hundreds, preform different songs with a live band made up of more friends. I have gone the last 4 years and enjoyed watching the show and sampling various libations they offer, but I have never preformed a song, although plans to sing Fergi's My humps dressed as a camel has been tossed around in my head for quite some time, I have yet to have enough gumption to actually do it. This year was no diffrent. I planned to be a spectator as usual along with Natalia, Rodrigo, Karen and our other friend Teresa. As per usual I was sober driver. I know my roll in my friendship circle: sober driver, killer of bugs, baby sitter to kids and drunks, vomit cleaner, purse holder, gum despenser,sholder to cry on and make-up artist. So I guess I'm the mom. Anyway you would think that since I was sober for the party I wouldn't make a compleast arse (thats brittish ya know) outta myself, yet I managed to discrace myself at the zero hour. Causing me to rush home after the night was over to franticly search the inter webs for a cheap ticket out of the country and a mad dash to locate my passport. In essence, i can only afford a grey hound bus to Fresno one way. Sadly Algeria was the second cheapest option, but being sold into white slavery isn't high on my lists of things to do, it 's actually a few numbers under give live birth to ax weilding midgets in a dark crouded elevator (I'm very detailed).
So heres the horrid story from start to finish, omiting any naughty language of course. I posted a pic a while back in here of guys I was seeing. One of thoose pics were of me and a guy name Jesse. I have had a crush on for 4 years (boys still have cooties boo). I see Jesse every year at Fallapolooza. He usually preforms and does all the video taping for the show as well. I have tried like mad to get his attention and phone number but failed each year for some reason or another. This was my year you guys, I had my good friends to back me up, I had an extreemly forgiving, yet revealing, yet classy black cocktail dress that made me look like Selma Hayak. A brand new pair of spanx (underwear that moves all your fat around to the right spot and flattens out the rest) and not a single pimple. I was good to go you guys, really. I even wore heels. By the time I was done profecting my famous cat eye with black liquid eyeliner (a tallent only few posses) I wanted to date myself! I had everything going for me. And despite the rain that makes my hair frizz into an afro, I still worked it. We got to the party with perfect timeing. I took off my jacket and lok around and spotted my prey...I mean Jesse. He was surrounded by all his primos (cousins) and Homies (thug friends) score! My night would not be a failure, I am a sucker for latin thugs. I never learn. Latin thugs love me as much as I adore them. All his friends were already workin' their way over to me. But no, I want Jesse. So Rodrigo is a gentlemen first and formost, so his first job being our brother is to get us drinks. so he heads to the bar so we can chck out guys. I'm already pulling chairs around to acomadate my large group of friends when Jesse's buddies start falling over themselves to help re-arrage the furniture for us. So I know Jesse has had to notice me. We place the chairs in the back (prime man scoping area) and settle in for our night of entertainment. Rigo returns with my ice tea and liquor for the others and the show begins. I'm not paying any attention to the stage, Jesse is behind us filming the whole thing as usual. Nice! Not only am I right in his eyeline, but since I am seated he can clearly see my ample cleavage. The whole night is great, I am sneeking peeks at him but don't notice if he's looking at me. I made Rigo sit far away from me so Jesse would know we wernt together. There is a breif intermission in the middle and me and rigo go outside for a smoke, it's raining so a bunch of us are crowded under the overhang and Jesse is amoug us. YES! But all of his friends were out there too....CRUD! They are all speeking spanish DOUBLE CRUD! But Rigo speeks spanish too, and interprates for me in a whisper SCORE! They are all trying to figure out if rigo and I are together (eww) Jesse's brother Louis comes over intoxicated as were they all, and starts telling me how hot I am...right words, WRONG brother! Louis is married and not cute. I barely get to say "hello Jesse." as the band starts up again and we all have to go back in. Jesse stops and says "you know my name?" "I see you evey year Jesse." I say. He smiles and walks inside. YES! he's thrilled that I know his name. The rest of the show is great and I don't even bother looking at Jesse or sneeking peeks at him, My cougar trap is set, he took the bait and I am well within my hunting rights to reel him in, skin him and make him mine. Karen looks at me and I give her the nod and she finds a ride home with another one of our friend conveantly leaving space in my car incase poor jesse needs a ride home, or wants to come hang out with my group after the show. Karen's my wing girl. Natalia usually scares men away cuz she's angry and bitter. The show ends and we are back outside smoking again. Jesse is there and we talk. It's a great conversation, we got politics outta the way, hes a democrate (whew!) and hes 23 (just my style) and loves Rocky horror Picture show! I have never met a mexican thug who has everything I wanted. Now I have and, he HAS to be mine. We are ready to leave the party but I haven't got his number yet so I lag a bit and say that I have to go back in to tell Brianna and Dustin bye and thank you...after all they threw this party. I see Dustin first, not that hard he has pink hair. He sees me and knows of my fasination with Jesse. We cross the room and meet in the middle and he asks how things were going with me and Jesse. I poor out my heart to Dustin and squeel with delight as I tell him I have been talking to him and having a great time. then I proceed to tell him in detail of how I want to have his kids and do unimaginable things to him yada yada yada......and then I look to the left and we are holding this conversation ringt in front of the VIDEO CAMERA! mere inches away from it!!!!!!!!! I screem at Dustin to see if it's on...of course it is. My mind gos blank and Dustin doesn't know how to work the camera because it's not his camrea it's JESSE"S CAMERA!!!!! I even said my phone number while I was talking to Dustin so thats on film as well........I run from the room, out the door whre Natalia and Jesse are having some sort of discussion in spanish about me and I grab her and say we gotta go. I give Jesse a quick hug and bail out. As I show all my drunken friends into my car, Natalia is telling me that Jesse said he didn't want to date any one anymore till he gets his school finished but at this point I don't even care. I just want to squeel my tires and get outta the country. We end up at a local bar so Rigo can play some dumb punching bad video game and I am sitting at a table banging my head into it. several men come over to try to consol me and natalia scares them off (she does come in handy at times) and I tell them what I did. I get no pats on the back or rubs on my back, all I get is gapeing mouths and the loudest laughter I have ever heard. I am so glad that my social humiliation amuses them so much. But I needed someone to make me feel better not worse, so I call Karen at 2 a.m. and she calms me down and says: "is it on utube yet?" Thanks karen. Sunday I wake up and scream into my pillow for a 1/2 hour before I can face the day. I drag myself to my parents house and they are wanting to know what happend at the party and if I got pictures.......I tell mom everything and am met with silence, a deep inhale and a purse of her lips and then she puts her arms around me (oh yeah heres the condolence I need) and then she says: "Sometimes, I'm so glad that we don't have the same last name anymore." And walks away. Now thats love. So I call Brianna the friend who throws the party and plead my case. She has NO IDEA where the video tape is, unless Jesse and his brother still have it. GREAT! So with My story being told and you guys having read it, if you happen to have a spare room I can rent and don't mind lizards can I pretty please move in.....I don't think I'm allowed to be in public any more. There may be a potition going around to kick me outta the state. I think my mom may have signed it. *hangs head* How do I screw it up in less than 5 mins? It must be a record.

halloween, rain and nyquil comas.....

2008-10-31T22:19:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted for a while because I have been feeling sick. I feel like I'm getting a cold, but it never seems to actually show up. I have been waking up feeling like poo, and then go to work and feel fine, then come home and feel like poo again. I take a few shots of nyquil and slip into a nice medicated coma and sleep well. But wake up feeling like poo again. I don't get it. I mean what is my cold waiting for? My trip to disneyland next week? I was hoping it would be over by then, not that it would stop me from going. Anyway, so sorry I haven't posted in a while, I have been highly medicated.

So when I woke up this morning and got ready for work, I opend the door and stepped into a puddle of an odd clear liquid, apparently this substance falls from dark puffy things in the sky called clouds. My car was even wet with it. I had to figure out how my windshiels wipers worked. My hair frizzed into an uncontrolable rats nest. I rarely have to deal with this weather so I drove real slowly. Then it was gone....huh....odd.

well that strage wet stuff didn't ruin our classrooms halloween....oh I mean Harvest perade (yeah, we had to change the name *rolls eyes*) so here are a few pics of my little classroom monsters....who most likely made me sick to begin with. Enjoy:

from left to right: Liam,Danielle,Joshie,Faiza,Anusha and robert.

Faiza, austin, cislaly

Tommy, Mr. Peter Pan (oh I'm serious) and Adrian

Jeremy always gets excited when I swith his elmo sings c.d. with black sabbath.

hallowing out pumpkins...ewwwww

The blind...I mean visually impaired kids got to touch pumpkin guts, dont look so happy do they?

it seems pumpkin guts are quite tasty, but he wont eat the seeds, you gotta have standards.

Sometimes a kid will show up without a costume, so we had to make something up. Joshie here is sporting my black socks pinned to his hoodie and my eyeliner and poof! became a dog. My feet were cold but he was thrilled

Karen and Ather

This is what you get when you ask 13 special needs kids to stand in one line.

Uhhh, this is our hot P.e. teacher......don't know how he ended up in my camera.

Andrew and Liam as a littl devil.

okay well Hope you guys had a great Halloween. I'm about to slip into my Nyquil coma. Love ya.

fixing her wagaon

2008-10-15T21:21:00.000-07:00

Gotta Love our awsome Auntie Elaine. I went to the mail box yesterday and got a cute little card from her and a contrabution to get little grey kitty fixed! Mom's bringing over a cat carrier a.s.a.p and she will get her little wagon fixed hopefully this week. I am so glad mom doesnt work, so she can drop off little grey kitty at the vet and I can pick her up on the way home from work! Thank you Auntie!!!!! You rock. I'm going to have to call you on my lunch break tomorrow. Now on that note, does anyone know how to get a cat in a carrier without a bloodbath ensuing? ehhh I'll let my mom figure that out, I don't like cats. LOL Kisses to all.

odd smells, scrabble and a drunken wet back.

2008-10-12T23:03:00.000-07:00

friday I promised Karen I would watch her kid. Ashley is pretty good one on one so I figured no problem. I have watched her a million times and she hasn't been hurt or maimed yet, so I must be good at it. Karen dropped her off at about 5:00p.m. so we had plenty of time to go to the ghetto park behind my apartment. we call it a ghetto park for so many reasons, but mostly because of the lack of grass, rusty swings, huge metal slide covered in swear words, the empty dime sacks and various needles littering the ground, but mostly cuz of the lack of grass. We had a great time hanging out there for about 10 minuites before a gang member decided to stand by the pool( a.k.a mexican soup) and proceed to urinate into the bushes. I quicky ushered her back in the house. Why can't people just pee in their own homes? anyway, I usually have a no shoe rule in my house, I hung on to it since Japan. It just keeps the carpets cleaner and when you rent and move as often as I do it saves money. So we took off our shoes and I fixed her spegetti-o's for dinner. I made a bowl of soup for myself and we poped in labyrinth for our first movie of the evening, that when I smelled it. it was awful, like the stench of rotting flesh in the sun mixed with old skunk and wilted flowers. was it my soup? nope it smelled like chicken soup, was it her spagetti-o's? Nope it was a diffrent stink all together. we ate in silence while I tried to ignore the smell. I looked over at teh pile of shoes next to the door and thought that may be the source, I only wear flip flops so I knew it wasnt those. I picked up Ashley's shoes and sniffed, oh yeah I sniffed and it was vile. I'm pretty sure I found the source of all evil and it was in her shoes. I just got her those shoes for her birthday! The are little black ballet flats with a bow on them, they look so innocent but smelled of evil. I turned to look at her and she wasn't there, I called out for her and a little voice came from the bathroom telling me she was going potty. I told her her shoes stank so her feet must stink so she was getting a bath in lysol I mean a nice bubble bath. She said okay and then asked me if I could reach the toilet paper for her since she was too far away to get it. I opened the door and was hit with a whole new stench. I handed her the toilet paper and ran to the phone. I called Karen who was well on her way to a party and in san fransisco already. I told her her to come get her kid cuz too many bad smells were comming out of her and I was affraid she was going to explode and hazmat was going to have to be called in. she laughed and hung up. really! I mean how can something so dang cute and little make such a smell? it was mind blowing. I tossed her into the bathtub a.s.a.p. I scrubbed her from head to toe. when she got out she smelled pretty again. but my house stunk. I put her shoes outside hoping that someone whould take em. we finished the movie and ate popcorn and then she slept in my bed...all over my bed I barely had room. But, karen got her at about 7 a.m. and fed her breakfast while I slept. I don't think it's fair that she drops off a stinky kid and then picks up a non stinky kid. I think I was had.

Looks so sweet and no smelly huh?

So After Karen picked Ashley up I got ready and went over to mom and dad's, we always go to suju's coffe house and play scrabble. Auntie Elaine sent us a travel scrabble game for x-mas one year and we adore it and play it all day at the coffee shop. Auntie always finds the best gifts! So I figured I would post some scrabble pics, they arn't exciting but here ya go.

Dad apparently stumpped and biting his nails.

It's like poker, I have to wear my sunglasses and a hood so they can't figure out my next move.
So later that night I went to see Ridrigo d.j. Natalia Rodrigo and I all got dresses up to go to the Ruby room again. That was the place that I got hit on by the dude from green day. I wasnt going to make that mistake again! We got to the bar and while rigo was setting up, we found a table in the middle of the place, so we couldn't be missed. we sat down and crossed our fingers. The only guy who showed up to in my cougar trap was a drunken mexican guy who didn't speek english. Usually I dig the mexican guys, but this one was plastered,not cute and didn't speek english. Just my luck. Natalia speeks spanish so she was able to translate for him. I told her to tell him I was married and to go away. He wasn't hearing that and kept scooting closer to me and talking to me. I couldn't understand most of what he was saying, my spanish is minamal, and the music was loud (thanks Rigo) so I didn't know what he was saying. Natalia got so annoyed with him, she got up and left me there (thanks pal!) while this guy was talking he would put his hands on my leg or my arm and I kept brushing it off. Then I looked over at Rodrigo, caught his attention and he took off the earphones, handed them to Elisa (his c0-d.j.) hopped over the d.j. booth and shoved the guy back screeming at him to leave me alone and not to touch me and that I was his sister and to back off. The guy finally leaves me alone for a little while and Natalia returns. The owner of the bar shows up and sits with us and hangs out for a while. and then drunk mexican guy comes up behind me and grabs my hand and starts trying to pull me off the chair. Nice cuz thats how you get a girl. I guess he couldn't find a club in his cave to hit me over the head with. Normally i would have beat him up, but I didn't want to put rodrigo's d.j. gig in any danger, so Natalia stands up and starts beating him about the head with her purse (it was an over sized prada bag with huge buckles it had to hurt) and the ownere id trying to pry this guys hands off of me. the bpuncer shows up and it's a dang free for all. someone bumped into someone elese and in the grand tradition of Oakland a bar fight ensued. The bouncer ended up kicking 14 people out. we enjoyed the rest of the night in peace. The d.j.'s made good money and since we know the owner drinks are always free. I got a hug from the hot bouncer who kept asking me if I was okay. and then we ate chineese food and got home at 5 a.m. All in all it was a fun night, even being accosted by drunken zorro didn't upset me, it just added some excitment. Next time, I'm getting hot bouncer's number, in all the excitment I forgot to ask for it. LOL Oh well.

I give up, I am the crazy cat lady.....

2008-10-08T22:58:00.000-07:00

I don't like cats. So little grey kitty brought me 3 more. Apparently she didn't get the memo.

I only saw theese two at first, I had to have them eat in my sink cuz their older bros and sis's were greedy and were eating all the food and shoving them outta the way.

the 3rd one is all black and extreemly fluffy.....annoyingly cute and fluffy.

theese are only the cats I could fit in the frame of the picture, there are 9 in all...that I know of.

okay so I put a box for them to sleep in out there, and a few toys, but I don't like cats.

Yeah so Little grey kitty is about to be caught and fixed as soon as I can afford it. I swear I don't like cats, I only started to feed one, then it just got out of hand. I tried to not feed them, and then they climb up my screen door and meow under my bedroom window. I just got myself in way too deep. On that note, I have free cats if anyone needs one.

As for the man update, Nate hasn't called or texted me. I guess I shouldn't have texted him all those snotty remarks.....ehhh whatever. I miss him though, doens't he understand p.m.s.? I shouldn't be held accountable for what I say a week before my period! really there are rules about this kind of stuff. If everyone belived the things I say when hormonally challanged I wouldnt have any friends...,....hummm maybe that explaines why I only hang out with stray cats..... Anyway I did have an old "flame" stop by yesterday evening. His name is doug but I call him Dill, it's just a nick name. Anyway we watched the food network because insted of cooking I watch shows about cooking and then pretend I cooked. It's a win win for me. Dill asked me why we stopped dating and I couldn't remember why untill he reminded me that I still am the only person who hasn't seen his aputated toe. *ding ding ding* oh yeah thats why we stopped seeing eachother, I was grossed out. How do things like that slip by me? I must be getting old. He asked if we could date again. i told him I would call him........yeah don't think I will. I haven't met anyone new or gone out with anyone, I guess I'm still bummed about Nate. Figures as much. After this week when I am less hormonal I shall prowl again....The cougar will pounce and some poor un-suspecting bag boy or boy scout wont know what hit him. Or I could call the cute mexican fire fighter up from earler this summer, but ehhh he's my age and employed, what fun is that?

Engrish 101 thats right Engrish

2008-09-28T22:27:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know that I have spent years with the japanese people and enjoyed their company, but I happened accross a wounderful web site that reminded me why, every once in a while I wanted to pee my pants laughing at my friends and their clothing and other things I would see in stores. This wonderful web site is called engrish.com. I happen to have saves a few of my favorite pictures to share with you. Keep in mind theese photos were all taken in Japan. Enjoy.

must be a realy good pizza if it makes your anxiety vanish, toppings include quayludes.

proof that jesus shaves?

well if you insist....wash my car!

hummm ethnic banana hammicks? This might work.

thank goodness they explain it so clearly, I took the batteries right outta my mouth!

OH Mommy! I want a deep sea hooker for christmas! please please! I'll play with it everyday!

what do I have to do to make elmo sing? oh thats right...give me about an hour and I'll be back.

Just frowwering orders, sir!

great now we have to find a duilding inspector!

so let me get this right, I tell the baby to get mushrooms for happiness.....hummm alright.

I don't know if I want a crap shooting monkey, I just showered.

in all fairness she is warning people.

hey! get your finger outta there!

hou ever often you need it too, or every 10 min or so.

okay I'm beat hope you guys liked theese, I have more of course. if you don't wanna chck the web site.:)

Another one bites the dust.......

2008-09-28T20:42:00.000-07:00

Ahhhhh summer romance......it's done. I guess now it's fall so Nate has flown away for the winter I presume, or someone who is actually his age. It all Happened last wednesday before Ashley's 6th birthday party. I picked him up after i was done working both jobs to get Ashley's b-day gift that was at my house. I went upstairs to change and I came downstairs and he was extreemly quiet. I asked him whats up? And he said he wasn't sure about the whole relationship thing, he said I'm not ready for a family and all that. Hummm I don't recall asking him to marry me nor was i carrying his child so I was a bit confused to say the least. I told him duhhh your 12 why would you be? (maybe not the nicest of answers, but I just got home from 2 jobs, I ran outta nice around 1:15 and it was 3:00.) He said he still wanted to go to Ashley's birthday party because he promised me he would. Now honestly. why would I want to let Nate and Ashley get closer and faking like we are some happy couple when he is already showing signs of bailing on me? Durrr, naw I told him, I'll just take you home. He said he was sorry he had cold feet about us, I reminded him it was him and not I who wanted the whole commitmit thing and he had to pretty much trick me into it before I caught on. I also reminded him I had never asked for marragige and family (eww really, already been married wasn't so great.) The whole family thing was odd as well considering no one was knocked up at least I hope he wasn't I wouldn't know what to do with that besides stand by and collect money after I sold him to the freak show carnival. But I told him I didn't ask him for kids, I planned to do it the old fashioned way, and save money and buy them from poor countries that only speek in clicks and don't care that I am poor and live in the hood. I haven't heard from him since.....go figure. yeah I'm a bit sad, he was HOT and a little on the dumb side so fun to mess with, kinda like a marine. I also thought it would last a bit longer since our families had met and got along. And lets face it I adored being the envey of every 20 yearold to 50 yearold when we went out and about. I could stare at him all day and drool.....hummm maybe that was the issue. Anyway apparently the relationship has run it course, of course I thought that before about him and ended up bringing another date with me to a fuction he was at and he caused a secne trying to get me to date him again, so maybe I need another poor chump to hang out with in Nate's presence to get him back. ehhh, whatever. Too bad though, I was getting used to and actually enjoying having a boyfriend of sorts for a change. It didn't bother me to hold his hand in public or anything. Maybe I'm just pissy cuz it was him who broke it off when usually it's me running for the hills at the thought of a commitment. Who knows. Anyway I have been in a slight funk about it so thats why I haven't posted in a while. sorry my bad, when I am in a foul mood I like to roll around in my greif and wallow in self pity. at least he waited a few days after my birthday that was decent of him. Anyway on a happier note, Natalia made it back from south america. I spent saturday looking at pictures and getting some amazing gifts from her and her mom. 2 silver rings with roses on them, Tre sheek. She had major jet lag, But I did notice that in every picture she showed me, her black prada purse was in the background. Now thats a woman who knows what inportant. LOL