Carrrrr

I am blogging from the meineke station.  My car is here being fixed. I have no ac and apparently my gas tank was rotting...And some gas was leaking out...fantastic. So I've been at hilltop for the last 4 hours in my dad's office waiting for the car to get fixed and now I came to get it and wala it still needs another half an hour. And so I wait...

I'm still looking for a job. Nothing has come my way thus far but I have found some pretty interesting job postings on craigslist. I hate getting my hopes up but today I found a pretty neat job prospect, I hope I land the job!

Lately I haven't been doing much. I saw (500) Days of Summer and loved it so much. The soundtrack is amazing! I suggest the entire world see this movie and then buy the soundtrack (I promise I am not endorced by the movie but if you're interested I'm game for a sponsorship)

Last week I had plans to blog about visiting my grandma, but I never got a chance to write it down. My grandma came to America from Italy in 1953 all by herself, while preggers. At that time you had to be sponsored to move to America so she came early in order to sponsor my mom, her 2 older sisters and my grandpa. Can you imagine? She left a small mountain village where she was related to almost everyone to come to America, because she wanted better opportunities for her family. I've always known about this but until now I never really could fathom the scope of what she did. 

As I visited her last week, she sat on the porch while I swept the porch. "Jamie don't worry about it" she said in her broken english. This is something else I never noticed... My grandma has always spoken broken English but yet no language barrier has ever been felt. Sure, my mom and my aunts have spent their fair share of time talking about my cousins and I right infront of us in Italian but the lack of communication has never been a huge issue. My nana has 5 daugters, 16 grandkids (7 with spouses), 11 great grandchildren and 1 great grandchild. She is more loved than I think she could understand.

She's worn black for a while now, since my grandfather died which was well before I was born 22 years ago. She lights candles in his honor and has a mass said for him once a year. I noticed a picture of my grandparents in their garden and I realized I've never seen as big a smile on my nana's face as she has in that picture which to me shows just how happy they were.

As I sit here typing this on my brand new iPod touch, texting on my sidekick lx and waiting for the car I own to be fixed I realize a few things. I owe this all to my grandparents. Yah my wealth has come primarily from my parent's support but think about this...my grandparents left a small village with no electricity so I could have all the opportunities possible...ok so not me exactly, but their family.

I don't know... That was a tad bit more introspective than most of my posts but it needed to be written. My car isn't done 30 min later so now I wait...hopefully not too much longer!