Guitar Hero III Rocks

Quick update (Since I have been bad):
I quit the soap company and am now happily unemployed (again)
Bill got a great job, so I don't HAVE to work.
I am in school again, not art, but special education. I can do this part-time and it will take a year to get certified.

I beat freebird and I am stuck on song 23 of expert. I love my playstation.

I actually went and tried on wedding dresses and I survived.

FREEBIRD!

I went to the blueberry festival today even though I swore that last year would be my last. I went with a friend from work who had never had the blueberry pancakes even though she is a B.I.N. (born in Nacogdoches) She has her own band so I stayed and watched them perform. They were really good. After the show, I got my traditional meat on a stick, pork this year, and a Dr. Pepper. I decided not to partake of all of the wonderful treats and went home early.

Bill is back in New Caney. He is almost finished. One more week.

Katie will be coming soon. I can't wait. She is actually coming to help us with our projects. I will have a studio at last. I hope she is still speaking to me when all is done. I think we will have a blast.

I am stuck on Freebird. It is the last song to beat the hard level of guitar hero and win a new guitar. I am so sick of playing that stupid song. I get 90% of the way through and then I die. tragic really.

Okay I will

I am still selling soap. I have now sold about $150,000 since November. Isn't that obscene. I have even been chosen employee of the month. (I feel like such a sell out) The MAN likes me this time. Even worse, I am being invited to interview for a Co-manager posistion. This company recognizes a tiny bit of my potential. Weird, considering how I usually do in corporate environments.

The California thing finally got taken care of. Bill is in New Caney (Nasty place) doing his internship. I hope he will finally get a job and finish his schooling.

I have two dogs. The first dog, Pepsi, was a stray we adopted. She learned to stay in the yard with the help of a wireless fence and keeps me company when it gets too dark at night. Pepsi decided that I just wasn't fun enough and adopted her own puppy. I came home from work a few weeks ago and was mauled by a muddy wet pitbull puppy. Fresca and Pepsi play all day and all night. They make me not want children. They follow me every where, fight for my attention and poop and pee. I can't believe Bill isn't coming home this weekend to take them off my hands.

I am not doing any art because I haven't felt like it. My back got worse in February and I take it easy so it will not be aggravated. Life goes on.

158th Post

The California Project is still not complete. I have redone things, I have sent new forms, I have sent my bank statements. Now they want a copy of my utility bill. Enough. I have been working with the current company since August 20 something. They promised it would be taken care of in 30 to 45 days. Obviously this hasn't happened.

I am still alive, but barely

I haven't blogged in ages because I got a job. I am now employed by a very well known retail store that sells soap, shower get, bubble bath, body wash, eau de toilette, etc. I actually like this job. My position is something similar to assistant manager since I get at set of keys and the opportunity to boss people around. The pay is even decent. It is better than that damn furniture store job that I quit after one day.

I am tired and my feet hurt all the time. I have lost weight though so standing up selling soap has all kinds of benefits.

I am hopeful that BIll will finish school someday and get an internship and then a job. It will be nice to be able to get my studio set up and have the time and energy to design and make something.

I have picked out some soapy presents for my friends and family (Big surprise there).

The California Project is in its final stage. Paper work arrived today, I will notarize it and fed ex it tomorrow. and hopefully have a huge wire transfer enter my bank account. Then I can tell all the people who have irritated me since may to F#$%-Off.

I still have my California cell for those of you who call and leave messages. I will call you back someday.


Love to all!

For Sale

As I blogged a few days ago, I have started selling my stuff on eBay. I am also doing some consignment sales for a few of my friends. Check out the link to "My eBay Sales" and buy my stuff or beg me nicely to just give it to you. This mask is just one example of the crazy stuff we will be selling. 

Because I just AM.

I quit.

I just couldn't work somewhere I was expected to address my co-workers as Mr. Jones and as Ms. Smith. I think that there would have been severe personality conflicts with my new boss.

One of my personal management mottos is:"Don't muzzle the Ox that treads the wheat."

I always imagine some poor hungry Ox tied up, walking in circles and treading wheat while wearing a muzzle. I think that is torture. Why not just let the Ox take a bite every now and then?

I think employees are valuable and should benefit in more ways than just a paycheck. A few copies and missing pens are just the cost of doing business. Trust your people, train them well, expect them to do a good job, and then fire them if they don't work out. Don't waste time on ridiculous little things.

What makes you think you're so damn special?

I have a new job. I want to cry.

This is for Emily

Emily is correct. I did not have a link to the horrid pictures of the house in Modesto on my blog. If you go to the favored blog list on the left and down a little, you will see the awful "before" pictures. I will post the "after" pictures as soon as I sell enough of my plasma to be able to afford to get them devoloped.

I have begun the dreaded job hunt. Dreaded because I need at least $10 an hour and there are no jobs with this outrageously high amount of pay. Just who do I think I am to expect over $10/hour? It's not like I have a business degree or any work experience, then I might even be able to expect $15/hour. Alas, I have an over inflated view of myself, but I will prick my pride and deflate my self worth to join the multitudes of impoverished souls slaving away for $6.00 an hour. (My 18 year old sister will be making more money than me and I don't even have a criminal record.) A dear friend told me that she feels like her soul dies a little every time she takes a minimum wage job. I would get back on Cymbalta, but by the time I went to the doctor ($65) and filled the prescription ($75) and talked to my therapist ($140) I would have to work a whole week ($7/hour) just to be happy the rest of the time.

3 Weeks = 3 Months

Wow! We are finally back in Texas. Bill and I thought we would be in California 3 or 4 weeks. It ended up taking just under 3 months to get his house remodeled and choose a realtor. Fortunately his classes were online so he didn't miss too much not being home. I didn't get to take a single art class :(

I have made a list of all the things I have been wanting to do and based on its length, I won't be bored for what remains of this fall. In addition to the art work and jewelry I want to create, I am also going through our two houses and eliminating the crap. Why do we have all of these "accessories" anyway? My house is full of knicknacks that I don't need. Some of them I don't really even like. What do I need Harry Potter bookends for? or a cat nightlight? or countless lantern things for candles? Some were gifts, some were on clearance (I will resist in the future) and some I just thought I couldn't live with out. After spending the summer with nothing, I realize that we have a lot of junk. I look at each piece and say, "Do I want to take this to New Zealand with me?" It makes it much easier to part with stuff. We may not move to New Zealand any time soon, but Bill will be starting an internship somewhere else in the spring and we will have to move. I don't want to move a bunch of stuff that I don't need.

Just Drop Me Off Here!

 

It's Cold Here

 

Coit Tower

 

Lombard Street, SF

We actually drove the Altima. 

Is that Alcatraz in the distance?

 

San Francisco Sea Lions

 

"Where Quality And Precision Is What Counts!"

The slogan on the back of a carpet installation truck. I wouldn't hire them.


I am still in California. Two nights in a row I have sat on the floor sobbing because the easy to install laminate flooring wouldn't lock in place. I am tired. The house is looking beautiful. If people (males) would quit screwing up things I have already done, I wouldn't have to redo them. I get so tired of the assumption that because I am a woman, I couldn't possibly know better. Well, I may not have developed the nail hammering skills of a man, but I can calculate the hell out of a wood floor and I can figure out how to fix anything given a little time.

Men use force. Women think.

I am turning into a sexist sow!

You can tell that KMart bought Sears

I bought a spray gun at sears 2 days ago for $109.99. After reading the book of instructions it was determined that I needed to purchase the 2.2mm spray nozzle to use the gun most efficiently. I went to the store again today and asked about nozzles for the spray gun. The gray haired man disdainfully informed me that they don't carry spray nozzles and walked off. I tracked him down, "Sir, this is a craftsman, I bought it here and it says that I need to buy this nozzle. Where can I get it?"

"Try the parts and repair place across town." He didn't give me a phone number, didn't offer to call, nothing.

I went to the parts place and of course the part numbers didn't match the almighty Sears computer (the Sears Department store had a better computer that might have been able to identify the part). Margherita was a good person and called several paint stores to try to find a tip that would work. She deserves a raise. Unfortunately, there is no nozzle in Modesto.

I will be returning the spray gun. (I bought one for $12.99 at another place that will probably be fine.

Boycott The Home Depot

Why do I get bad service? The odds of getting bad service as often as I do are incredibly high so I can only assume that there has been a steep decline in training, intelligence and customer satisfaction skills found in today's employees.

This morning I ordered a piece of banana cream pie at Bakers Square. The toasted almonds were soggy, the bananas were brown, and the whipped cream was rubbery. That slice had to be at least three days old. Of course I didn't get a free piece of pie to make up for tasting this travesty, I had to pay for the replacement slice of boysenberry.

Last weekend, I bought paint and painted the garage and the front of the house and all of the trim. I requested EXTERIOR satin paint.

Today, while getting more paint I noticed that the exterior paint cans have black on them, my cans have no black. The f#$%ing morons mixed and sold me 5 cans of the wrong paint.

All of my work has to be redone, not just the part Bill decided to ruin. I am getting an ulcer.

I am going to return that paint and they are going to give me a refund. If they are smart, they will also give me a big gift card. If not, I will return everything I haven't used yet and go to Lowe's to repurchase it. I will buy, use and return things so that I cost Home Depot as much money and time as they have cost me.

I HATE HOME DEPOT.

The Mighty Mopo

I am driving down Carpenter in Modesto and I look in the rearview mirror. A Mopo is tailgating me. I am going 2 miles below the speed limit so I go a little faster. He turns on his lights and pulls me over.

"May I help you?" I hand him my Texas driver's license from the window of my Texas vehicle.

"It is illegal to drive a vehicle with tinted windows in the front and sides in the state of California!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" (I am thinking don't you see that I am from Texas)

"It is illegal to drive a vehicle with tinted windows in the front and sides in the state of California!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" (Are you a moron?)

"Do you live here?"

"No, I am just visiting."

"OK" he hands me my license and walks away.

Bill said that because I was a white girl with an attitude, I probably wasn't a drug dealer even though my car fits the profile. A guilty person wouldn't act the way I do.