I changed the header and link color… I am going to be working on a new lay out for after halloween. I was going to do a how new layout, but got lazy… I thought this was festive and got the point across.

The kid is going to be a Jedi… or a padawan if you want to get technical…

I haven’t decided if I am going to dress up yet… I’ll keep you posted…

Birthday? Yep… my Mom’s birthday is on Halloween. That has to explain something. My Grandmother’s (my father’s mother) birthday would be on Halloween too.

I’m sure my father will remember his ex-wifes and his mother’s (mother and son weren’t on speaking terms when she died, she wrote him out of the will, gave me and my brother his portion of the money…)

Anyway x;) we will be trick or treating out in the bay this year. We will go out and celebrate my mother’s b-day, trick or treat with the kiddo and drive our asses back out to the valley.

Click here for Barbie and the Rocker goodness

(this link will take you to my orble blog post. It is not weird spam).

I had two… as you will probably read in that post.

If you are a chick around my age I guess around 28 to 34 you might have wanted one. Maybe 28 is to young.

Ye gods… anyway… there is a good chance you didn’t want it, couldn’t have it, or didn’t give a crap.

I wish I had the whole barbie and the rocker band… but there goes my weird toy issues with my parents again x:)

Happy Autumn… its raining! YAY!

So installed memory on both my machines today. I got 256mb for my ancient 8 year old Dell Dimension. I have been running it on the stock 128mb. I’m suprised I ever did anything with 128 mb. Its funny, the Dell Dimension T650r is only upgradable to 768mb.

So of course my laptop flies. I upgraded it with 1 GB. I have been running the cursed Oracle for a class and I needed more memory. I needed it anyway. I always have a lot of programs started so I will benefit long after I have uninstalled Oracle.

I have this pair of black mary janes buckles and all. Like a three inch chunky heel. Not the feminine chunky either. I’m talking like 4 wheel drive chunky. I could stomp someones ass in them if need be. Hell, I was arrested in them.

The shoes, yes those are the shoes, are rad. In pants they look like some kick ass black shoes, and I look 10 feet tall. (blasphemous girl was once a blog). This picture is circa 2002 (or maybe 2003, i forget).

And yes I still have these shoes and still wear them. I LOVE these shoes.

So I was rummaging around on Glam.com and found these damn things. If the were a couple hundred dollars less and were black, it would be a perfect fit. Actually they would have to be about 4 hundred dollars less then I would consider.

So yes I have this weird obsession with the above pair of shoes and I am also on the look out for more. I hope I can find a cheap knock off of these. x;)

Are you mostly of European blood? White? It is probably safe to say that many of are back grounds reach back to the first settlers. Yep those pesky white boys that decided to annihilate the Native Americans. I don’t mean to sound like its funny, but I don’t want to piss off the white man.

We celebrate Columbus Day. I mean who really celebrates it? Its a day off from school, the damn bank is closed and the damn mail doesn’t come. Something tells me thats how it was for the Native Americans the day Columbus decided to invade: Life came to a halt, literally.

I am mostly of European decent. I had family that came over in all the immigrations, the most recent in the early 1900’s when my Grandfather and Grandmother came from the Azores. So, yeah technically I have ties to our countries past woes, as do many of you…

I don’t see how we can celebrate a man that was a brutal bigot. That basically headed the biggest genocide in history. He wasn’t great. He was a murderer and a thief.

And yes I am teaching this to my daughter. Because you won’t hear about his atrocities in an American public school.

Where does that leave me? Should I leave the country? Should all us whites go? Do I deserve to be a citizen? Should we dislike our fore fathers for the crap they did to non-white races in the country?

It really makes me sick. I am ashamed to call my self American. There are so many reasons.

So Friday was a total disaster for all parties involved… in this family.

I took over a route for my boss this past week while he was on vacation. I been having a hell of a time installing Oracle on my computer for a DB class and that has consumed a lot of my time :/ so I got my dealers half way done and did one of his dealers on Thursday.

I was slightly frantic, because I would be in the north bay and my kid is in school in Stockton… big god damn worry right there. The nearest person to save her is in Fremont. Anyone from the Silicon Valley or bay area knows the distance between the North bay and Stockton and Fremont and Stockton. So yeah, my kid is screwed if I am late.

So my brilliant mind comes up with a plan to lure my mother here to pick my daughter up from school and come to the house with her. This included gas money, cigarettes, coffee, and meals (dinner and breakfast the next day). So everything was set up.

At this point I am confident and KNOW that I could get 9 dealers done in one day. I had from 9 am until 7 pm. From Stockton to Alamo, back to Walnut Creek then Concord then to Vallejo, Fairfield and bac home to Stockton with my daughter safe with Grandma at my house. Perfect right?

WRONG! In between two dealers in Walnut Creek My mother calls. I was on the phone with my husband at the time and she rang through. I got a sick feeling but didn’t take the call and continued a short convo with my husband. We then ended our call and I didn’t want to call my mother, because I knew something was up. I had talked to her at around 8 am. She wasn’t supposed to call until about 12:50 to get directions to the school. It was a little bit before 11 am. I knew I was F!@#ed.

I called her back and with a clogged nose voice she explained that she wasn’t feeling well. I did get slightly upset, but I had to understand. My stomach turned. I wasn’t feeling well. After drinking a Venti Vanilla non-fat Latte from Starbucks, I was not in the state of mind to deal with nerve wracking issues… like explaining this to my boss.

I quickly ened the call with my mother. I told her to take care of herself and not to worry. I said I figured I could get my daughter at school and bring her all the way back out there with me. Or! I could ask my boss if I could do them Saturday morning…. blah… I feel nauseous… I had to call my boss. Here it is Sunday and I still haven’t talked to my mom.

He has been in Boston for the last week for his Father’s 80th Birthday celebration. I had been taking care of some photo uploads for them (my boss and his wife) over the week. My boss seemed slightly stressed out so I tried to help as much as I could.

So now I have to call and tell him my tail of woe. I call, he sounds irritated. I explain that my mother flaked and I have to get my kid to school, but I got all the dealers to Concord done. He understood. Can I do the other in the Morning? Well it his wifes route. So he puts her on the phone. I never talked to the woman before, but she was incredibly nice and genuinly undertanding. She said don’t worry about it, but could I call this one dealer and explain to them my situation. So I did and that was that.

I cried a little on the way home. I felt guilty for not scheduling my time better, I felt let down by my mother and I felt relieved my boss and his wife were so understanding. I called up my good friend and ranted and raved to her, relieved that she agreed with me and let me vent.

I got back to Stockton just in time to get my daughter from school. I stopped at the house, pulling all my stuff along with me out of the car to get to the door and remember I don’t have the house key, because my daughter has it. And of course, thats because Grandma was supposed to pick her up. I started bitching to myself, dragged my crap back to the car and went to my daughter’s school. I am so damn glad I didn’t have to pee THAT BAD.

So I get my daughter and she of course says “where is Grandma?” So I told her pretty much what I have spouted here. She told me that the girls (which are cousins) that took home their group project, forgot it at home. So needless to say she had a bad day.

Then my Husband and another installer were in Watsonville doing a job that was supposed to be easy (he fabricates and installs counter tops - granite, marble, etc.), turned out to be a lot of bullshit and then they had to sit in like 3 hours of traffic getting back here.

But the GOOD THING about the day was I finally recieved my school money so things are looking up a little :)

I haven’t talked much about the job I have been doing since the end of June. I take pictures of used cars, for used car dealers. I write up the car (features, package, VIN#, color), take the pictures and bring them home to upload the information and the pictures to the respective car dealer.

Right now I am only earning part time money. This is part of the reason we moved… to save money. Anyway the position is starting to grow and I am getting exciting.

I currently service 10 car dealer, 7 in Stockton and 3 in Turlock. It is actually a interesting and fun job. I can go out when ever I want and I do the rest of the work from home. Plus I have a couple other projects the I am working on for my boss, plus I am taking care of one of his routes this week.

Today I went out to Brentwood, which is about a 45 minute drive and my boss calls me about a file I had to upload or he was going to lose the account. I had uploaded it once before, but my boss had given me the wrong stock number, so the upload went no where. So I changed the stock number and the stock number in the photo files, but then I had trouble uploading the files last night (apparently only 1 of the photos were up loaded) So my boss tells me I didn’t need to rename the files. So I drove back from Brentwood to do this correctly. I have it uploaded and now it is queue and taking FOREVER to be released…

So I am writing this blog post while I wait for this upload to be released… and I am getting nervous… so this is how my job has been going so far today..

so while I am in the Office (which is my bedroom) I will work on other work and homework until it is time to get my kid at school… then she is going with me to Brentwood. She has to to pay me back for the clay she needed for school x;)