The pictures of the camera suck..I was running out of battery and had to shoot quick, thus the specks!
10.08.2007
Another addition.
Did I mention I now have in possession my grandfather's old Polaroid camera? It's quite vintage, and it's pretty awesome mayne. I just need to figure out if it's possible to get it up and running...not sure they even make the right film anymore.
The pictures of the camera suck..I was running out of battery and had to shoot quick, thus the specks!
The pictures of the camera suck..I was running out of battery and had to shoot quick, thus the specks!
Here she is!
The newest member to our family. I don't have a name for her yet..but she's already been tagged with an Apple sticker.
10.07.2007
Adventures in car shopping
Here are some highlights from my most recent car purchasing experience.
1) This lot was different. The salesmen were lined up, ready for potential buyers. They decided what cars they were going to show me. They made the decisions on what I would or wouldn't like, or what was feasible with my budget...they're supposed to be experts. They weren't so much.
2) After dealing with a great guy who we felt comfortable with, his superior came to talk with us and get some info. It was like talking to a bland wall with a robotic type personality:
Zombie: Mrs. R_______, what is your occupation?
Me: I'm a school teacher
Zombie: That is great. How do you like it?
Me: I love it.
Zombie: That is great. Who is your employer?
Me: _______ I.S.D
Zombie: How do you like it there?
Me: Um, it's great.
Zombie: That's good. That's good. And what is your address?
Me: Blah, Blah, Blah Road, Blah Blah, Texas
Zombie: Is that an apartment?
Me: Townhouse
Zombie: How do you like it there? Is it nice?
Me (getting annoyed): Yeah, it's great.
Zombie: That's good. And your previous address?
Me: 2701 N Grapevine Mills Blvd.
Zombie: What city is that located?
(Are you f'ing serious???)
Me: Um, Grapevine.
Zombie: How did you like Grapevine?
UGH! You get the point??? It was the most bland, generic conversation ever. I wish I could illustrate the look on his face. His eyes were blank, as was his expression. His attempt to seem personable and interesting was a huge failure and I couldn't believe I allowed him to even look at my personal information.
3) To make things even more interesting, another higher up comes in, sits and asks:
Douche #2: Hey guys, how's it going?
Us: Great.
Douche #2: So let me ask, are you enjoying your service today?
Us: Sure, it's great.
Douche #2: And the car you test drove, if we get the numbers right, is this something you may like to purchase?
Us: Sure, if the numbers are right.
Douche #2: Great! That's all I needed to hear! Thanks guys! We're gonna get you a great deal and get you in a car TODAY! (Insert cheesy smile and thumbs up type personality here)
5) After this random encounter everything started to go downhill. The quick two-minute credit checks took more like 20 minutes, we were getting hungry, and we wondered if we should even be there. As we sat in our little glass cubicle, we could see all of the other "suits" sitting in their cubes. I looked over where two employees walked up and talked to a guy in the cube to our right. The guy gets up quickly, and angrily follows the two other guys as they walk out of his cube asking "You got a problem with me?!?!" Repeatedly. He's bumping on of the guy from behind, asking the same question over and over just waiting to to here the other guy say "yes" so he could hit him. I was sure I'd see fists blow. This dude WAS pissed. As this is going on, my sales guy comes in and I made a comment about the new entertainment. When I brought it to his attention that this squabble wasn't in fact just a playful response to the UT-OU game, management got involved and fired the guy on the spot! Not the guy that confronted the other guy, but the guy that was minding his own business. Yes, he was angered easily, and he may be a hot-head, but I still felt bad. It didn't help that his cube was right next to the one we were in so we saw him grab his things and storm out. The higher up goes in to make she he "Cleans out all of his sh!t." I playfully demanded that a major discount was in order after such a debacle.
6) To wrap things up, we made it to where we dealt with only the guy we felt comfortable with and not the two lemmings. We agreed on a deal, which leads me to one of the more embarrassing situations in my life. Hitting a big metal bong and hearing a bunch of car salesmen yell "Hey!" because yet another car was pawned off on a gullible suspect like myself. I take that back, because we got a great deal and this car will last me a long time. Well it better, I don't want to do that again for a long, long time.
1) This lot was different. The salesmen were lined up, ready for potential buyers. They decided what cars they were going to show me. They made the decisions on what I would or wouldn't like, or what was feasible with my budget...they're supposed to be experts. They weren't so much.
2) After dealing with a great guy who we felt comfortable with, his superior came to talk with us and get some info. It was like talking to a bland wall with a robotic type personality:
Zombie: Mrs. R_______, what is your occupation?
Me: I'm a school teacher
Zombie: That is great. How do you like it?
Me: I love it.
Zombie: That is great. Who is your employer?
Me: _______ I.S.D
Zombie: How do you like it there?
Me: Um, it's great.
Zombie: That's good. That's good. And what is your address?
Me: Blah, Blah, Blah Road, Blah Blah, Texas
Zombie: Is that an apartment?
Me: Townhouse
Zombie: How do you like it there? Is it nice?
Me (getting annoyed): Yeah, it's great.
Zombie: That's good. And your previous address?
Me: 2701 N Grapevine Mills Blvd.
Zombie: What city is that located?
(Are you f'ing serious???)
Me: Um, Grapevine.
Zombie: How did you like Grapevine?
UGH! You get the point??? It was the most bland, generic conversation ever. I wish I could illustrate the look on his face. His eyes were blank, as was his expression. His attempt to seem personable and interesting was a huge failure and I couldn't believe I allowed him to even look at my personal information.
3) To make things even more interesting, another higher up comes in, sits and asks:
Douche #2: Hey guys, how's it going?
Us: Great.
Douche #2: So let me ask, are you enjoying your service today?
Us: Sure, it's great.
Douche #2: And the car you test drove, if we get the numbers right, is this something you may like to purchase?
Us: Sure, if the numbers are right.
Douche #2: Great! That's all I needed to hear! Thanks guys! We're gonna get you a great deal and get you in a car TODAY! (Insert cheesy smile and thumbs up type personality here)
5) After this random encounter everything started to go downhill. The quick two-minute credit checks took more like 20 minutes, we were getting hungry, and we wondered if we should even be there. As we sat in our little glass cubicle, we could see all of the other "suits" sitting in their cubes. I looked over where two employees walked up and talked to a guy in the cube to our right. The guy gets up quickly, and angrily follows the two other guys as they walk out of his cube asking "You got a problem with me?!?!" Repeatedly. He's bumping on of the guy from behind, asking the same question over and over just waiting to to here the other guy say "yes" so he could hit him. I was sure I'd see fists blow. This dude WAS pissed. As this is going on, my sales guy comes in and I made a comment about the new entertainment. When I brought it to his attention that this squabble wasn't in fact just a playful response to the UT-OU game, management got involved and fired the guy on the spot! Not the guy that confronted the other guy, but the guy that was minding his own business. Yes, he was angered easily, and he may be a hot-head, but I still felt bad. It didn't help that his cube was right next to the one we were in so we saw him grab his things and storm out. The higher up goes in to make she he "Cleans out all of his sh!t." I playfully demanded that a major discount was in order after such a debacle.
6) To wrap things up, we made it to where we dealt with only the guy we felt comfortable with and not the two lemmings. We agreed on a deal, which leads me to one of the more embarrassing situations in my life. Hitting a big metal bong and hearing a bunch of car salesmen yell "Hey!" because yet another car was pawned off on a gullible suspect like myself. I take that back, because we got a great deal and this car will last me a long time. Well it better, I don't want to do that again for a long, long time.
10.04.2007
Restaurant observations
Joey doesn't like it when I take pictures of strangers...if they're drunk, they have it coming, but I've been requested put away the camera during dining experiences. Last Friday we were at the Olive Garden when we saw the most unusual looking couple walk in. She was busting out of a low slung halter with more muffin top than top if you know what I mean...and he, well he was straight up thug-like. The fact that I think I saw her nip didn't interest me as much as the guest requesting to borrow the cellphone of a waiter! It wasn't even his waiter and he asked to borrow his phone! I thought that was completely random and wanted to shoot away but my significant other said no.
I can live with that.
What bothered me happend last night. And it is something that bothers me quite often. We were at KFC (yeah, because I didn't want to cook, whatevs) and as we sat I noticed one of the workers working away. He was emptying trash, throwing it out, wiping down tables, sweeping, you name it. What bothered me was the fact that this man had to be over the age of 65. This makes me sad. Now, this man could be loaded. He could be loaded and enjoy the company. He could be financially comfortable and just still loves working. Who knows? But I had a feeling that wasn't the case. I don't know his situation..it could be anything, but I can't help but feel bad for a guy that probably worked hard his whole life only to spend his golden years sweeping after me and only making a little over $5 and hour to do it. I see this a lot, and it breaks my heart little by little every time I do. This kind of crap makes me so frustrated with our government and our social security problems. Now, I'm not trying to take some political stance only to be counter-acted by some goon that just looks for blogs they can disagree with. I'm not looking for a challenge or "did you think maybe he..blah blah blah..?" No. I just feel bad. I wonder if he has a family. I wonder if he's healthy, happy or alone and working check to check? I feel bad. I feel bad every time I see this. I feel guilty and want him to sit down while I clean or take out the trash. I guess I'm old-fashioned. I feel like we should be here to take care of our elders, I feel like they've done their jobs, now they should rest.
Maybe the remnants of my PMS still lingers, maybe I'm just soft. Either way, I'll be thinking of this man, and feeling like crap.
I can live with that.
What bothered me happend last night. And it is something that bothers me quite often. We were at KFC (yeah, because I didn't want to cook, whatevs) and as we sat I noticed one of the workers working away. He was emptying trash, throwing it out, wiping down tables, sweeping, you name it. What bothered me was the fact that this man had to be over the age of 65. This makes me sad. Now, this man could be loaded. He could be loaded and enjoy the company. He could be financially comfortable and just still loves working. Who knows? But I had a feeling that wasn't the case. I don't know his situation..it could be anything, but I can't help but feel bad for a guy that probably worked hard his whole life only to spend his golden years sweeping after me and only making a little over $5 and hour to do it. I see this a lot, and it breaks my heart little by little every time I do. This kind of crap makes me so frustrated with our government and our social security problems. Now, I'm not trying to take some political stance only to be counter-acted by some goon that just looks for blogs they can disagree with. I'm not looking for a challenge or "did you think maybe he..blah blah blah..?" No. I just feel bad. I wonder if he has a family. I wonder if he's healthy, happy or alone and working check to check? I feel bad. I feel bad every time I see this. I feel guilty and want him to sit down while I clean or take out the trash. I guess I'm old-fashioned. I feel like we should be here to take care of our elders, I feel like they've done their jobs, now they should rest.
Maybe the remnants of my PMS still lingers, maybe I'm just soft. Either way, I'll be thinking of this man, and feeling like crap.
Painting with Picosita and Company...
This week at school has been busy. We're in the last week of the first six weeks so that means a ton of grading, and planning for the next six weeks. On top of that, I've been getting some of my kids ready for a few competitions and trying to help with the Multicultural group. It also seems like my kids are getting in trouble right and left. By the way Fresh, your kid got in a fight. I digress. One of my projects is to make a banner for Hispanic Heritage Month and a mural. Blah. A lot to do, but it was fun to get some paint on my hands, even it was for a cheesy poster. I have a lot more to do...a few kids came in after school to paint the banner, but didn't get too far. It's been nice though. Everyday after school I've been having kids come in just to hang out. They'll come in, talk about their day, and ask to draw to help me straighten out the room. I love my kids and they keep me laughing. I'm going to start writing down the phrases that come out of their mouths and blog that one day. Dang, I wish I could include a video. Okay, that's enough chatter, it's time for Grey's.
10.01.2007
Oh Monday!
My day, in a nutshell. And in list form. My fave.
1. My legs are still sore from dancing.
2. My kids think I'm an awesome shader. Yeah, we're studying values today.
3. Two of my students we're sent to AEP for 10 days for slapping each other in the naughty spots (d!ck slapping I believe it's called). I just had a kid return from ISS for "titty twisting." What a bunch.
4. I accidently said a curse word not knowing there was a student in the room. Yikes. I thought I was alone with 2 other teachers. When I walked out (still not knowing there was a kid in the room), the kid popped his head up and said "I keep promises!" I still feel like crap. It wasn't a really bad word...but still.
5. I went to Hobby Lobby to get my kiddos some drawing paper and felt compelled to start up on an old hobby and love of mine. I bought some pastels, conte, drawing pencils, a kneaded rubber eraser and a sketch book. Maybe I'll have something to show soon.
6. I'm slowly starting to ween myself into watching Heroes. I need to be caught up, but already obsessed.
7. I saw an old high school friend on the new season of The Bachelor. She's the last chick that got a rose. That was a weird sight to see.
1. My legs are still sore from dancing.
2. My kids think I'm an awesome shader. Yeah, we're studying values today.
3. Two of my students we're sent to AEP for 10 days for slapping each other in the naughty spots (d!ck slapping I believe it's called). I just had a kid return from ISS for "titty twisting." What a bunch.
4. I accidently said a curse word not knowing there was a student in the room. Yikes. I thought I was alone with 2 other teachers. When I walked out (still not knowing there was a kid in the room), the kid popped his head up and said "I keep promises!" I still feel like crap. It wasn't a really bad word...but still.
5. I went to Hobby Lobby to get my kiddos some drawing paper and felt compelled to start up on an old hobby and love of mine. I bought some pastels, conte, drawing pencils, a kneaded rubber eraser and a sketch book. Maybe I'll have something to show soon.
6. I'm slowly starting to ween myself into watching Heroes. I need to be caught up, but already obsessed.
7. I saw an old high school friend on the new season of The Bachelor. She's the last chick that got a rose. That was a weird sight to see.
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