The pictures are in, kinda.....

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

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....

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....

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