Pebble Beach

Pebble Beach my ass! More like sharp rock beach. There was no sand, just a rocky shoreline that meets up with VERY VERY VERY expensive pine tree encrusted properties.
The car show itself was quite an experience. Lots of super rich people who were interested only in themselves and their million dollar cars. Couldn't have a conversation with anyone because I wasn't a billionaire. BOOOORINGGGGG!!!
And it was cold. Colder than a typical day at home in the winter. The average was 50 degrees and I don't know how we survived. Actually we wouldn't have survived if Steve's boss hadn't offered the use of his suite for the most of the day. We couldn't sit out in the weather.
Here's a couple of hilights though. First thing in the morning, before the "public" was invited into the show, I ran into Jay Leno. This little tiny old lady had stopped him for a photograph and she shoved her huge handbag at him so he could hold it while she fumbled for her camera. Notice the "thrilled" look on Jay's face as he held her purse:


Then, I ran into Kyle Petty (Richard Petty's son) I took his photo but didn't bother him. He seemed to enjoy the attention, though. I guess I should've said hi. Here he is, posing with someone:


The heiress to the Merle Norman Cosmetics corporation was there, she had three cars entered in the show and all three got trophies. She's a billionaire, and she was dressed like a grandma. A red outfit with red shoes. I know I'm not the fashion queen, but she looked icky. Ralph Lauren would agree, he was there. I saw him only momentarily. I only remember the older pictures of him where he was a silver fox. He didn't look like his old pictures.

So I rubbed shoulders with some of the richest people on Earth. Found out that they weren't that outgoing. Hmmm. They were sooo into themselves. I figured it would be a big celebration, being one of the most prestigious car shows out there. Turns out, it was a way for them to kind of give each other the "snake eyes" from across the golf course. I did enjoy myself, of course. I don't go ten hours in one direction to have a horrible time!! I got to see a display of about 20 Concept Cars from the 1950's, and it just blew my mind.


I also got to see a display of Concept Cars from 2008. That equally blew my mind:


I saw women wearing hats the size of umbrellas, men wearing old-timey suits to match their old-timey cars, and kids in lavendar three piece get-ups.
The awards girls were dressed up like flappers and speak-easy gals:


And the people crammed onto this golf course like it was a Motley Crue concert in 1988:



Steve enjoyed himself, once he was in the suite and watching all the activity from a nice comfy room:


We had someone take a photo of us, to prove we were there. Kinda dark photo, though.


We traveled seperately after the show was over, because I needed to hurry home and get to work, and Steve was driving the transporter with his boss's show car in it. On the way home I stopped by the James Dean Memorial which is located in the middle of nowhere. It was put up down the road from where he crashed his car and died. I got pictures on my cell phone, and I haven't learned how to load the pictures onto my computer yet. He truly couldn't have wrecked in a worse place. It is at least an hour to the nearest town.

Now that I'm home I have to focus on work because I don't know if my boss remembers that I'm traveling to Minneapolis at the end of the month. A whole week away from work and home!!!

The Car

So. The Honda didn't work out. Once we started talking price with the guys they got greedy and started adding on and it got to stupid levels.
The following day, I drove into a small used car dealer in town and intended on selling them some advertising. I looked around and saw immediately that they had some cool little cars that were actually quite cheap.
Long story short; I've got a Pontiac G5, and I have a commission coming from the ads they signed up for.
I immediately took the insurance off the Camaro and parked it on the driveway with a "For Sale" sign in the window.
On Thursday, my ex husband was arrested on his Felony Warrant for not paying me the gazillion dollars he owes from our divorce. I found out on Friday morning about it, so I immediately drove home to park the Camaro inside. I didn't want him taking revenge on my poor old car.
When I got the house, he'd already been there. The car was completely covered in gouges. I filed a police report, explained to them why my ex would do such a thing, and then spent the rest of the day driving toward California for my weekend in Pebble Beach. All the way there (ten hour drive) I thought about the car and I came to the conclusion that I need to keep the car and fix it up.
So that's the plan. We're going to repaint, fix all the little things that need attention, and then have it for Shay when he turns 16.

Nightmare

As I feared, the new car thing turned into a huge saga and I am still driving the hot Camaro in 115 degrees with a shoddy air conditioner.

New Car?

I've got a meeting in Kingman tomorrow, and Steve coincidentally needs to drop off one of the semi trucks for some servicing, so we're gonna make a day of it. Since there's no Honda or Toyota dealership here, we can go there to check out the little cars and see what we like.
Yesterday was rough. I woke up kinda pissy, and after giving it some thought I realized that I was probably just being a big baby over that whole Scott thing.
If I were his wife, I'd be pissed too. I understand where she's coming from. He's made her feel like he can't be trusted, and then he starts a secret friendship with the texting and emailing. I know exactly how that feels and now I'm kinda upset with him for putting me in that spot. Steve had a little "texting" friend a couple of years ago and it didn't matter who she was, I just wanted her gone.

But then my day perked up when I went to the Early Voting for the September Primary and I voted for myself. I'm in the running for Precinct Committee, which is basically a volunteer job that entails getting people out there to vote. You have to be elected to the position, and there's 9 people running for it.

Work is slow. I'm not very motivated this week, so I haven't been doing much out in the field. Next week will change, because the boss will be here. Yikes.

Some new pics

Hey look, is that Jeff Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High??!! Nope, just Shay. We got his hair trimmed a little shortly after I snapped this one:


My sweetheart, smiling for me at the end of a long day out on the lake:


This is Dana and his wife Patti putting up campaign signs near our house. Troopers. It was over 110 degrees that morning:


I took this one of myself (nobody takes pictures of meeeeee!!!) and I liked it so much I ordered it to be printed all fancy and put in a nice frame. I think I'll put it over my desk:

New Job, Ugh...

The new job is actually suited for me, pretty well. I sell adspace on a website, and I sell yellow book ads along with that. The truly great commission money is with the yellow book ads, but the more fun stuff is the internet. It's funny that I enjoy the internet sales more, because I was hired the same time as this other girl, who used to sell time shares. She's like a sales-shark because she's got the voice, the attitude, the presence of a real sales person. Meanwhile, I'm more laid back and quiet.
I'm the only one who sold any ads last week. Don't know what happened with her, but I was kinda surprised to hear that my boss, the marketing manager, didn't sell anything either. I'm sure I'll have those weeks where I don't get contracts signed or anything....I'm just surprised that my first week on the job was better than I expected.

Seeing how I was doing a lot of scrambling around with the training and stuff, it felt like I was being run ragged. It was HOT outside, and it seemed like the only time I got out to do sales calls was the HOTTEST part of the day!! Sheesh.

The kitchen is sort of put back together, with the tile guys done now. We're waiting for the cabinet guy to get his part done, which won't be for another week.
Once the kitchen is done, we can have people over to celebrate.

I'm counting down the days to my trip to Minnesota!!! The Republican National Convention is Sept 1st, and I'm now getting regular updates from the RNC committee on emails. I was told by my co-delegate, our County Supervisor, that because we're the Arizona delegates we will be getting a little extra attention by the media. (because McCain is from Arizona....presumably) We're getting footage for one of the Arizona news channels, and when we get back we're being asked to write up stuff and appear in interviews. Cool! Anything for a little more attention... of course....

Big Day on Campus

Would I dare support a candidate who doesn't have a sense of humor? Heck no.
Dana has had a very difficult summer with the campaign, and in a rare moment of ease he made a nice face for my camera at today's candidate forum.

And then there's the County Supervisor. I made him pose like a superhero and this is what appeared.

This is the gentleman I'm attending the Republican National Convention with, as his alternate delegate. His assistant asked me to take some photos of him today, to be used in press releases. I actually LOVE the superhero pose, it looks kind of cool.
He thinks I'm kidding.

I had to be dressy today, so I wore my Dillard's hat.


AND....on my way home from all my daily projects, I saw the storm clouds building from the South. This will HOPEFULLY result in a little thunderstorm!!!