calender pics are in.

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....

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

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.

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.....

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!!!!!