Usually I write about job hunting, but now I am life hunting. I am going back to the US in May and I don't even know where to start. I don't know where to go for one, should I just try to find something in Minnesota?? Or should I go back to Montana and try to find something there?? Or maybe should I go somewhere new?? So, my first problem is where? After I decide that, then what? Where will I work?? Live?? It took me almost 3 months to find a job the last time I was in Minnesota and I ended up working at a place I used to work for the Christmas season. I can't wait til Xmas season to work again... how would I survive???
Sigh.
I know I have over 4 months to get my shit together, but I would rather start figuring stuff out sooner rather than later. I really would love to go somewhere new (of course in the US) and start a new adventure, but I'm kind of scared that I'm not as brave as I once was. Life has changed me in the last 5 years I probably don't have what I used to have to just get up and go where ever the wind takes me.
Well, wherever that is, I just hope I can find a job and try to get my life in order. I know I'm not "old" but I'm getting any younger, and I think its about time to get life straightened out.
Not much else to say.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Change My Face
Again. Why? Because.
Mostly because I don't know how I want my blog to look, I changed it. Please feel free to leave a comment, I do like constructive criticism, but if you are going to be mean, just back off. I am trying to think up a better title, but I have no creative juice at the moment.
Now, to continue on with my life, Ro's parents and sister are at the beach so we get to house sit kind of until next weekend. We aren't going to stay here every night, but we stayed last night. Ro's dad stocked the fridge with melon for me before he left. Have I mentioned that he does little things like that for me every once in awhile? Yes, I have an awesome FIL. Anyways, I have been sitting around here all day wandering to the back where we will probably be living very soon. The future looks very gloom. Our little corner of the house has 2 windows. One in the bathroom and one in the kitchen and they are tiny. Sigh. Won't even go there... moving on!
So, Friday morning our water got shut off. Now, I already lived through the no electricity so I might as well live without water. Life experiences are about experiencing things right?? I mean, how will I ever be able to tell my grandchildren what it was like to live without running water if I never have??? Hahaha. Yeah, I'm not very dramatic about it because you know what? It won't kill me. I am not a diva, and I have a shower here that I can use. My only problem is the toilet, but I'm working on that. I have been saving 5 liter bottles from the water that I buy so I'm going to fill them up here so we can at least flush the toilet.
My final thought... observation would be a better word. As always, this is my observation of where I have been so of course this doesn't cover every other place in this entire country. H and C, red and blue.... what am I talking about?? The knobs to turn the water on of course!! In this house, the bathroom has an H on the left knob and an H on the right knob. WTF?? The shower, the blue knob is for hot water, the red one is for cold water again. WTF?? That is just in this house. I have been to houses that have Cs on both knobs, houses that have just red on the knobs. That is all.
Mostly because I don't know how I want my blog to look, I changed it. Please feel free to leave a comment, I do like constructive criticism, but if you are going to be mean, just back off. I am trying to think up a better title, but I have no creative juice at the moment.
Now, to continue on with my life, Ro's parents and sister are at the beach so we get to house sit kind of until next weekend. We aren't going to stay here every night, but we stayed last night. Ro's dad stocked the fridge with melon for me before he left. Have I mentioned that he does little things like that for me every once in awhile? Yes, I have an awesome FIL. Anyways, I have been sitting around here all day wandering to the back where we will probably be living very soon. The future looks very gloom. Our little corner of the house has 2 windows. One in the bathroom and one in the kitchen and they are tiny. Sigh. Won't even go there... moving on!
So, Friday morning our water got shut off. Now, I already lived through the no electricity so I might as well live without water. Life experiences are about experiencing things right?? I mean, how will I ever be able to tell my grandchildren what it was like to live without running water if I never have??? Hahaha. Yeah, I'm not very dramatic about it because you know what? It won't kill me. I am not a diva, and I have a shower here that I can use. My only problem is the toilet, but I'm working on that. I have been saving 5 liter bottles from the water that I buy so I'm going to fill them up here so we can at least flush the toilet.
My final thought... observation would be a better word. As always, this is my observation of where I have been so of course this doesn't cover every other place in this entire country. H and C, red and blue.... what am I talking about?? The knobs to turn the water on of course!! In this house, the bathroom has an H on the left knob and an H on the right knob. WTF?? The shower, the blue knob is for hot water, the red one is for cold water again. WTF?? That is just in this house. I have been to houses that have Cs on both knobs, houses that have just red on the knobs. That is all.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Party Like a Drug Dealer, Lights OUT, Alarm Clock, Is that Your hand in MY bag?? and Potato Surprise!!!
I don't know how to keep my blog from being anything but random, so I guess I'll just roll with it. Oh well, I love randomosity anyways...
Once upon a time in a land far far away.... not really. Back in Augustish, Ro told me that he found a house that we are going to live in. We live there now. Before moving in I was aware that Ro's friend lived across the street. I was told that it was a nice neighborhood, not too loud. I am pretty sure Ro's friend, let's call him N, told us that knowing he was lying because he really wanted Ro to live across from him because I'm pretty sure he has a secret gay crush on my husband. In fact, after making fun of Ro so much and calling N his boyfriend, he has even started saying it. Anyways, enough about that, back to what I was talking about. My neighbor is a drug dealer. Feel free to try to convince me that I am over reacting. I have a list... my favorite of course.
How I Know My Neighbor is a Drug Dealer
1. He only leaves the house for an hour or two at a time.
2. He drives a Mazda 6, I don't know if that's a good car or not, I just assume these things.
3. Today is Thursday, he has had a bbq everyday this week including Sunday.
4. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is I never get a break from hearing people yell, "Claudioooo!!" Then proceeding to bang on his front gate until someone answers.
5. Every single weirdo I have seen on this "pasaje" have gone to his house.
6. He has marijuana plants growing on his patio table. These I really wasn't snooping when I saw them. I was trying to put the curtain up in the extra room upstairs and looked out and there they were.
7. The cops tell him exactly how many times they have had to go to his house in the last month at least twice a month. They have only gone because of noise complaints.
8. He also has a white "drug van." It goes out of his house between 3am and 4am and comes back between 6am and 7am.
SO there! He's a drug dealer. Now back to the point about him. Tuesday Ro and I got home at 10pm. He was having a party. Like loud music, glasses breaking, bbq and other smoke drifting into my bedroom window, and his car was parked in front of OUR house. He does this all the time, but it really pisses me off when he does this for his "parties" especially when he gives us the evil eye when we ask him to move his car so we can park ours. Anyways, this loud party went on until almost 3am. I like to think I made them turn off the music but my head isn't that big. At 2:50 I had enough and went downstairs to close windows because I thought it would be quieter with them shut. All the windows downstairs are sliding windows so since I was slightly crabby I slid the front window shut as hard as I could and it made a really loud noise. The neighbor said, "Chuuuu" and then they were quiet and everyone left. See how powerful I am!
I spent 3 days without electricity, I took 3 candle lit showers, and oh boy was it fun. At least it wasn't the water that got shut off.
I have a new schedule until the 6thish of February so I have to wake up early and go to work at 8:30am on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It really isn't too bad except I have to work a long day on Mondays and Wednesdays, so it has been kicking my ass. I have come to HATE the sound of our alarm clock and I hate the fact that snooze is only 4 minutes.
Yesterday, when I was on the subway with 2 of my coworkers, some creepy man stood right next to me. We were talking and I notice my water bottle was bouncing up and down in the front pocket of my messenger style bag. When I looked down, creepy man's hand was in MY bag! He was trying to steal from me!! Jackass!! So I jerked my bag away from him and was a bit scared at the moment. I gave him a death stare and he got off at the next station. Looking back I wish I would have screamed as loud as I could and grabbed his hand, preferably with two fingers in each of my hands, then I could have pulled them apart as hard as I could. This just shows me that in my mind I am an awesome ninja, but in real life I'm just a pansy. Sigh.
Before I make this too long, I will talk about the lovely dish I have made to feed my husband today. Of course we don't have any normal food so I have to experiment. So far, only one of my experiments have been amazing enough that I have made them again. I actually made my rice with margarine and curry powder dish several times so far this year. But today's menu? Potato surprise. This "involves" (from my sister Lynnith) potatoes and onions that are kind of slice/chopped. Ninja skills aren't required for this, but laziness and speed are key. Then I sprayed a pan and added a little extra oil for good measure. Actually I added it because it makes me think that nothing can possibly stick to the bottom of the pan. Of course everything always sticks, always. Then I mixed like a liter of water with a pack of powder cream of asparagus soup. I put a couple handfuls of bow tie noodles on top the potatoes and onions then poured the soupy mixture over the top then I put it in the oven. Some of the noodles burnt, but over all it tastes kind of like shit anyways. Definitely not going pro chef. I can't make my own recipes. I can follow and change some recipes to make them better, but I would never be able to make my own things.... Welp I'm going to watch a movie.
P.S. My neighbor is having a party.... AGAIN. Surprise surprise!!!
Once upon a time in a land far far away.... not really. Back in Augustish, Ro told me that he found a house that we are going to live in. We live there now. Before moving in I was aware that Ro's friend lived across the street. I was told that it was a nice neighborhood, not too loud. I am pretty sure Ro's friend, let's call him N, told us that knowing he was lying because he really wanted Ro to live across from him because I'm pretty sure he has a secret gay crush on my husband. In fact, after making fun of Ro so much and calling N his boyfriend, he has even started saying it. Anyways, enough about that, back to what I was talking about. My neighbor is a drug dealer. Feel free to try to convince me that I am over reacting. I have a list... my favorite of course.
How I Know My Neighbor is a Drug Dealer
1. He only leaves the house for an hour or two at a time.
2. He drives a Mazda 6, I don't know if that's a good car or not, I just assume these things.
3. Today is Thursday, he has had a bbq everyday this week including Sunday.
4. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is I never get a break from hearing people yell, "Claudioooo!!" Then proceeding to bang on his front gate until someone answers.
5. Every single weirdo I have seen on this "pasaje" have gone to his house.
6. He has marijuana plants growing on his patio table. These I really wasn't snooping when I saw them. I was trying to put the curtain up in the extra room upstairs and looked out and there they were.
7. The cops tell him exactly how many times they have had to go to his house in the last month at least twice a month. They have only gone because of noise complaints.
8. He also has a white "drug van." It goes out of his house between 3am and 4am and comes back between 6am and 7am.
SO there! He's a drug dealer. Now back to the point about him. Tuesday Ro and I got home at 10pm. He was having a party. Like loud music, glasses breaking, bbq and other smoke drifting into my bedroom window, and his car was parked in front of OUR house. He does this all the time, but it really pisses me off when he does this for his "parties" especially when he gives us the evil eye when we ask him to move his car so we can park ours. Anyways, this loud party went on until almost 3am. I like to think I made them turn off the music but my head isn't that big. At 2:50 I had enough and went downstairs to close windows because I thought it would be quieter with them shut. All the windows downstairs are sliding windows so since I was slightly crabby I slid the front window shut as hard as I could and it made a really loud noise. The neighbor said, "Chuuuu" and then they were quiet and everyone left. See how powerful I am!
I spent 3 days without electricity, I took 3 candle lit showers, and oh boy was it fun. At least it wasn't the water that got shut off.
I have a new schedule until the 6thish of February so I have to wake up early and go to work at 8:30am on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It really isn't too bad except I have to work a long day on Mondays and Wednesdays, so it has been kicking my ass. I have come to HATE the sound of our alarm clock and I hate the fact that snooze is only 4 minutes.
Yesterday, when I was on the subway with 2 of my coworkers, some creepy man stood right next to me. We were talking and I notice my water bottle was bouncing up and down in the front pocket of my messenger style bag. When I looked down, creepy man's hand was in MY bag! He was trying to steal from me!! Jackass!! So I jerked my bag away from him and was a bit scared at the moment. I gave him a death stare and he got off at the next station. Looking back I wish I would have screamed as loud as I could and grabbed his hand, preferably with two fingers in each of my hands, then I could have pulled them apart as hard as I could. This just shows me that in my mind I am an awesome ninja, but in real life I'm just a pansy. Sigh.
Before I make this too long, I will talk about the lovely dish I have made to feed my husband today. Of course we don't have any normal food so I have to experiment. So far, only one of my experiments have been amazing enough that I have made them again. I actually made my rice with margarine and curry powder dish several times so far this year. But today's menu? Potato surprise. This "involves" (from my sister Lynnith) potatoes and onions that are kind of slice/chopped. Ninja skills aren't required for this, but laziness and speed are key. Then I sprayed a pan and added a little extra oil for good measure. Actually I added it because it makes me think that nothing can possibly stick to the bottom of the pan. Of course everything always sticks, always. Then I mixed like a liter of water with a pack of powder cream of asparagus soup. I put a couple handfuls of bow tie noodles on top the potatoes and onions then poured the soupy mixture over the top then I put it in the oven. Some of the noodles burnt, but over all it tastes kind of like shit anyways. Definitely not going pro chef. I can't make my own recipes. I can follow and change some recipes to make them better, but I would never be able to make my own things.... Welp I'm going to watch a movie.
P.S. My neighbor is having a party.... AGAIN. Surprise surprise!!!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I would like to write about many things that don't relate to each other and since this is MY blog I will. Thanks. Very long title. I felt I needed to add that.
Part 1.
I would like to describe this computer. I am saying this because the thing isn't mine. Well it kind of is... its like a 4th hand computer. I believe this model came out in 2005. It is a beastly thing, 17 inches I think. It does not have a built in webcam, so I have to connect one to one of the many usb ports that sometimes work. Sometimes. It doesn't have a mic, so I also have to plug that in... its the one for Guitar Hero World Tour. Oh, of course I have to plug it into another of the sometimes works usb ports. The touchpad mouse dealio doesn't work, so I have to have one plugged into the usb port that does work. The laptop doesn't stay charged so I also have to have it plugged into the wall the entire time I have it on. So its pretty much a desktop computer. I don't hate it, but I strongly dislike it. I have wanted my own laptop for years. I thought that 2010 was going to be the year. THE year when this 22 year old finally could say, "I have bought my very first computer!!" Obviously that didn't happen. I have had my eye on a Sony VAIO at Best Buy for a long time, but by the time I get it, it will probably be considered a dinosaur. The reason I am writing this is because I haven't been able to video chat with my family properly for awhile and it drives me bat shit crazy. I can sit and watch my niece play and listen to her tell me about her ducks and boats and owies and ask," waz dis?" "waz dat?" over and over again, but I can't reply to her, I can't say anything to her. I can just sit there and make faces at her on the shitty webcam and nod my head yes or shake it no. Not fun.
Part 2- Shannon's Original Plan for 2011
Continue to work. In July, apply for the permanent resident visa, wait for that while working lots and saving lots, apply for the K-3 visa for Rodrigo and as soon as everything goes through, move to the US.
*EDIT, We of course would both be studying at the same time as soon as everything was cleared in the US, I would probably start winter semester of 2012, and Ro fall semester of 2012.
Part 3- Thoughts about FAIL of Original Plan for 2011.
I would like to state that I feel like the ruining of said plans are because someone.. won't mention names, doesn't think about me. Doesn't think about my feelings, doesn't think about my family, doesn't think about what I want in the future. It probably isn't so, but I honestly feel this way. I am after all only a woman, also a baby because you know you have to be what?? 30 before you can be considered a somewhat adult.... After discovering that I feel like this, I started to wonder how far it would go, what will happen the next time my plan is put into action?? When will MY opinion be considered before MY life and plans are changed by someone else.
Part 4-
Said person is not my husband just to make that very clear. At least I don't think it is my husband who did this. I really hope it wasn't his doing. Anyways, FIL has decided to take things into his own hands. Ooops I mentioned names.. kind of. Rodrigo will be going to college in March and FIL will be paying the bill. Yes, this may be a strange thing to get upset about and get angry about, but I have my reasons which will come out in time. So, Ro will be going to a technical degree in nursing, a 4 semester study. We will be moving back in with his 'rents fairly soon.
EDIT#2, My FIL buys me watermelons so I can't really stay mad at him...
Part 5- PIL's new house.
The PILs moved out of the house we shared a month before we moved out of it. The house they moved into kind of has an apartment connected to it. There are 2 bedrooms, a dining/living roomish kitchen and a bathroom that scares me because when you turn on the faucet water starts squirting out in random parts of the house. So, at least we won't be sharing a bathroom with SIL again. The "apartment" is connected by a door that we of course would keep shut and locked. We will share a tiny space for hanging clothes to dry. I consider this a ginormous downside because MIL washes clothes every single day and washes things that aren't even dirty so I will never have space to hang my clothes. Another downside would be the fact that our bedroom doesn't have windows. I don't know why this is a downside, but it kind of gives me the creeps.
Part 6- Why I feel pissed about ruining of MY plan.
a. Nobody asked me, nobody asked us, nobody talked this over.
b. I hated living with my PILs and I'm sure I'm not going to like it the second time.
c. I feel like this was done only to keep us in Chile. 2 weeks ago when Ro told his dad he wanted to study nursing his dad thought it was stupid and was 187% against it.
d. I can just see MIL pointing and laughing like the wicked witch of the west.
e. It worries me what will happen after his 2 years of studying... what more will be done to try to keep us here?
f. WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!?! I want to study too!! I want to be able to see my family too!!! I am a person tooo!!!!! Doesn't my opinion count?!?!? Can't I at least try MY plan first?!?!?!?
g. What comes next?? Will they try to pay for a birthing plan and buy all necessaries for having a child to try to keep us here?? I would love to see them try!! My uterus will purposely remain empty until we move to the States.. payback is a bitch isn't it??
Part 7-
Today I was in an elevator. I teach my class on the 6th floor. After class, when I got in the elevator, I couldn't go down because you need to scan a card and because I am only an English teacher, I don't have a card. We went up and up and up. When we got to the 16th floor I started to think about what was below me... a layer of metal and then nothing. It scared the crap out of me and I almost had a panic attack. I was going to get out of the elevator and walk down the stairs, but then when I saw out the windows I was even more scared. Apparently I don't like tall buildings.
That is all.
I would like to describe this computer. I am saying this because the thing isn't mine. Well it kind of is... its like a 4th hand computer. I believe this model came out in 2005. It is a beastly thing, 17 inches I think. It does not have a built in webcam, so I have to connect one to one of the many usb ports that sometimes work. Sometimes. It doesn't have a mic, so I also have to plug that in... its the one for Guitar Hero World Tour. Oh, of course I have to plug it into another of the sometimes works usb ports. The touchpad mouse dealio doesn't work, so I have to have one plugged into the usb port that does work. The laptop doesn't stay charged so I also have to have it plugged into the wall the entire time I have it on. So its pretty much a desktop computer. I don't hate it, but I strongly dislike it. I have wanted my own laptop for years. I thought that 2010 was going to be the year. THE year when this 22 year old finally could say, "I have bought my very first computer!!" Obviously that didn't happen. I have had my eye on a Sony VAIO at Best Buy for a long time, but by the time I get it, it will probably be considered a dinosaur. The reason I am writing this is because I haven't been able to video chat with my family properly for awhile and it drives me bat shit crazy. I can sit and watch my niece play and listen to her tell me about her ducks and boats and owies and ask," waz dis?" "waz dat?" over and over again, but I can't reply to her, I can't say anything to her. I can just sit there and make faces at her on the shitty webcam and nod my head yes or shake it no. Not fun.
Part 2- Shannon's Original Plan for 2011
Continue to work. In July, apply for the permanent resident visa, wait for that while working lots and saving lots, apply for the K-3 visa for Rodrigo and as soon as everything goes through, move to the US.
*EDIT, We of course would both be studying at the same time as soon as everything was cleared in the US, I would probably start winter semester of 2012, and Ro fall semester of 2012.
Part 3- Thoughts about FAIL of Original Plan for 2011.
I would like to state that I feel like the ruining of said plans are because someone.. won't mention names, doesn't think about me. Doesn't think about my feelings, doesn't think about my family, doesn't think about what I want in the future. It probably isn't so, but I honestly feel this way. I am after all only a woman, also a baby because you know you have to be what?? 30 before you can be considered a somewhat adult.... After discovering that I feel like this, I started to wonder how far it would go, what will happen the next time my plan is put into action?? When will MY opinion be considered before MY life and plans are changed by someone else.
Part 4-
Said person is not my husband just to make that very clear. At least I don't think it is my husband who did this. I really hope it wasn't his doing. Anyways, FIL has decided to take things into his own hands. Ooops I mentioned names.. kind of. Rodrigo will be going to college in March and FIL will be paying the bill. Yes, this may be a strange thing to get upset about and get angry about, but I have my reasons which will come out in time. So, Ro will be going to a technical degree in nursing, a 4 semester study. We will be moving back in with his 'rents fairly soon.
EDIT#2, My FIL buys me watermelons so I can't really stay mad at him...
Part 5- PIL's new house.
The PILs moved out of the house we shared a month before we moved out of it. The house they moved into kind of has an apartment connected to it. There are 2 bedrooms, a dining/living roomish kitchen and a bathroom that scares me because when you turn on the faucet water starts squirting out in random parts of the house. So, at least we won't be sharing a bathroom with SIL again. The "apartment" is connected by a door that we of course would keep shut and locked. We will share a tiny space for hanging clothes to dry. I consider this a ginormous downside because MIL washes clothes every single day and washes things that aren't even dirty so I will never have space to hang my clothes. Another downside would be the fact that our bedroom doesn't have windows. I don't know why this is a downside, but it kind of gives me the creeps.
Part 6- Why I feel pissed about ruining of MY plan.
a. Nobody asked me, nobody asked us, nobody talked this over.
b. I hated living with my PILs and I'm sure I'm not going to like it the second time.
c. I feel like this was done only to keep us in Chile. 2 weeks ago when Ro told his dad he wanted to study nursing his dad thought it was stupid and was 187% against it.
d. I can just see MIL pointing and laughing like the wicked witch of the west.
e. It worries me what will happen after his 2 years of studying... what more will be done to try to keep us here?
f. WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!?! I want to study too!! I want to be able to see my family too!!! I am a person tooo!!!!! Doesn't my opinion count?!?!? Can't I at least try MY plan first?!?!?!?
g. What comes next?? Will they try to pay for a birthing plan and buy all necessaries for having a child to try to keep us here?? I would love to see them try!! My uterus will purposely remain empty until we move to the States.. payback is a bitch isn't it??
Part 7-
Today I was in an elevator. I teach my class on the 6th floor. After class, when I got in the elevator, I couldn't go down because you need to scan a card and because I am only an English teacher, I don't have a card. We went up and up and up. When we got to the 16th floor I started to think about what was below me... a layer of metal and then nothing. It scared the crap out of me and I almost had a panic attack. I was going to get out of the elevator and walk down the stairs, but then when I saw out the windows I was even more scared. Apparently I don't like tall buildings.
That is all.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
2011...
Today is the second day of 2011. Last year I saw this path that Ro and I were going to be taken, I was confident about it, and ready to do everything to make it happen. Then today that changed. So, I'm completely blown off course and quite pissed off about it. But life's bitch, right??
So, anyways, we will start packing our shit... again and move back into the in-laws' place again and life should continue on a different path than what I want.... again. Sigh. 2011, you didn't give a very good first impression.
So, anyways, we will start packing our shit... again and move back into the in-laws' place again and life should continue on a different path than what I want.... again. Sigh. 2011, you didn't give a very good first impression.
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