Category: Grr

This woman is either going to make my blood pressure go up or give me a heart attack. I already have a headache from yelling at her. She’s been injecting herself with insulin at the wrong time and checking her sugar HOURS after she’s eaten. I’m giving her instructions on how to do it right: “inject insulin, eat, check sugar 1 hour later” and she keeps writing it in the order that she’s used to doing it. I don’t know how many times I told her how to do it. Maybe the doctor was right and she does have a memory problem–I hate to say it. Last night her sugar was at 40–lowest it’s ever been–and she felt like she was going to pass out. Why? Because she decides to do everything as it’s convenient to her, not how she’s supposed to be doing it. My mother frustrates me like no one else.

Anyway, Friday was such a nice day. It started out a bit stressful since Mario wanted to leave early (like 10:30) and I hadn’t picked out my clothes for the interview. I had nothing decent to wear–my maternity clothes weren’t dressy enough and my professional “not pregnant” clothes were getting too tight. I ended up wearing one of my old work blouses (still fit!) and a knee-length denim maternity skirt I had, that didn’t look maternity. I wasn’t too happy about wearing anything denim to the interview, but I had to work with what I had. Then I just put on some black flat Mary Jane shoes (that hurt much more than I thought they would! The little band going across kept cutting my circulation!).

I love cool, overcast days and Friday was just that. Mario picked up his paycheck from work, cashed it and then we went to give our car payment, JC Penny payments and then went to pick up our Pirates of the Carribean Dead Man’s Chest tickets before they sold out. Then we got some lunch.

I hadn’t eaten Luca Pizza in years, probably since I was pregnant with Jaylen. They kept talking about how the Pizza di Roma in Mission was the same place, different name but we never tried it until Friday. It was definitely the same place–the food was SO good. They serve these huge slices of pizza and the kids almost ate the whole thing–it was THAT good. Mario and I had stuffed pizza with pepperoni and mushroom…mmm. The place was nice, too. It had an arcade and air hockey (the kids’ favorite) and pool tables. We didn’t have time to play because it was almost time for my interview, but we promised the kids they could play at the arcade at the movies.

While we were eating, it started pouring. We had to run out and jump in the car–thank God we were parked right next to the door of the restaurant. We still got wet though. I told Mario, “I have my interview in 10 minutes and I’m soaked!” The new perfume Mario bought me (he got me two: Ralph Lauren Glamourous and Armani Mania) totally washed off :(.

When we get to the building I get soaked again on the way out, but I had a good feeling about the interview. I waited in the seating area for the lady I was supposed to be speaking to. I overheard the guy next to me telling one of the loan directors about how his grandmother had a whole bunch of cashier’s checks and was wondering if he could deposit them for her. That’s so interesting–she just found them in her house and now could have all these thousands of dollars.

I wanted to hear more, but I got called in. The lady was really nice and she told me about how getting a job with banking will always secure you a job, no matter where you are and we basically had a talk about customer service and my experience with it. She then told me if they didn’t call me from the branch I applied to, they might call me from another one. So now I play the waiting game again. It takes 2-3 weeks to determine whether they’ll hire me at my first choice, and if they don’t, it’s several weeks for the other places to let me know. Oh, well. At least I gave it a shot.

After the interview we left for the movies. We tried our hardest to find a parking space close by–not only because we didn’t want to get wet again, but because all the parking spaces that were far away were about a foot in water. Had we taken the Sentra water definitely would have started to go into the car–it was that bad.

Mario dropped the kids and I off at the front and he drove around till he found a parking space nearby. The kids didn’t want to play in the arcade since they spent $2 each getting Pokemon toys from the machines. They were seating for our show already so we found some pretty good seats and enjoyed our candies.

I don’t know if Jaylen was scared but for the first time ever he was asking to go home. Eenan did pretty good and actually enjoyed it. I ended up sitting Jaylen on my lap and he fell asleep, so we got to enjoy the movie. It was good. Kind of long, but good.

We went to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things we needed for around the house, picked up some chicken with sides from Golden Chick (Mario suggested it so I didn’t have to cook–aww :)) and we got home. I was so tired it felt so good to be home.

Saturday was a stay-home day. Well, mostly. Mario left to work and then I got ready to pay a few bills. Oh my gosh, I just remembered something embarrassing! After I’d stopped at the bank to deposit and was going around the turnaround to pay my storage unit, this old lady coming from the north into the frontage road completely missed a stop sign and then was going 20 miles an hour. I was going 55–the speed limit. I had to slam on the breaks and slow down to about 30 and I motioned with my hand for her to move out of the way, she was gonna kill someone! And when she slowly moved into the next lane I sped up and gave her my famous scowl (John knows which one I’m talking about–he says it’s gonna get my ass kicked one of these days). To my utter embarrassment, I noticed that the lady looked A LOT like one of Mario’s aunts. I wanted the ground to swallow me. I laughed nervously all the way to the storage unit and John said, “You see, that’s why you shouldn’t be such a bitch.” Heh.

I got home and went straight to Mary’s to tell her about it. Before, you know, she found out from anyone else in the family about my road rage. She just laughed it off, but agreed that it wasn’t safe of whoever it was to miss the stop sign and go 20 in a 55.

Mom and I sat in her kitchen and talked with her for a while about different things. Then Noelia got there and I bought some clear bowls and plates off of her that she’d bought for a wedding but wouldn’t need. Then we ate mangos and talked some more. I cleaned a bit and then took a nap. Then dinnertime came around and I made enchiladas and beans (have I added that recipe? I have to check.) and Mario called that he was on his way. He told me to get ready since Jorge invited us to watch the UFC fight.

That fight–sucked. Tito Ortiz and Ken Shamrock, is it? Well, them, their fight was over in like, 1 minute 15 seconds–no joke. They stopped the fight because Tito elbowed Ken 5 times in a row, but Ken was fine. When the referee stopped the fight (stupid ref!) Ken jumped up in like half a second. Everyone was pissed. All the people there were booing and screaming ‘bullshit!’ It was the worst fight ever. They didn’t even stop the first fight we got to see (we got there late) when this guy’s head was bleeding all over the place. I mean, it was gross. Everytime I used force, his head would spew out blood.

The last fight, which was the main fight, sucked, too. Jorge and Maggie were so pissed. Jorge even said he didn’t want to watch UFC anymore LOL.

Today, I plan to do nothing, again. I need to buy some hangers at the Dollar General, but that’s it. I need to mop, since the darn dog keeps crapping everywhere and well, cleaning spray can only clean so much. I need to get the kids to finish cleaning up that darn room. They barely have any toys left (the rest were taken to storage) and they STILL don’t want to clean up. And when they are cleaning up, they disagree on something and end up beating each other up. If I have another boy, I feel for him.

I wish I could say that I haven’t updated because I’ve been working at my new fabulous job, but the truth is I’ve been running around doing errands and taking Mom to her doctor’s appointments since last Monday.

None of the places that I’ve applied at have called me back. Since we’re doing pretty good right now both Mario and I decided I shouldn’t be too worried about it. I guess I was in a rush to get a good job I’d like and stay with since we’re hoping to sell the property we have and move (probably to an area I didn’t want to move to in the first place). We’ll be remodeling our apartment in the next few weeks (my father-in-law will, actually) so we’ll feel more comfortable and will work with our space. I’m finally (hopefully!) going to have a walk-in closet!

I took Mom to her audiologist appointment on Monday morning. They tested her hearing and she’ll be getting a new hearing aid in a few weeks. The lady that was testing her and I got into a discussion about how her hearing loss may have been a result of the Diabetes, how her eye sight may be in jeopardy and how John and I might very well suffer from those two things also, because of our parents. Great. We talked about our diets and pregnancies and she said I may be in the clear since I haven’t gotten Gestational Diabetes with my other pregnancies. It was a great talk. It would have been great working there. I say that, because that’s the place I was going to have an interview at but couldn’t make it since I was grocery shopping, buying my new high school diploma, and saving John from his monsterous car. The man I spoke to seemed determined to hire me–he kept calling me back. Dammit! It wouldn’t have been too far from Mario’s work either.

That night Mario and I watched movies. After the movies, he went for a drive and while I waited for him to get back I flipped through channels. As I was passing through the community (mostly school district-related) channel, I noticed something about the last day to register kids at Eenan’s school was the next day. So on Tuesday, I took Jaylen and registered him for Pre-K. I was sort of iffy about it, since I wasn’t sure we’d make it because of our income and because all the kid speaks is English (they’re only letting kids who speak Spanish enter Pre-K now–dumb, I know). I gathered all the documents I needed and hoped for the best.

I guess in a way it’s a good thing I’m not working because if I was Jaylen really wouldn’t have been able to register. We made it since we were just under the income limit for a family of 4. The catch is, the first week of school they’re going to be testing the kids and if they know too much English, they’ll be withdrawn. What idiots.

I started thinking about it though and am worried for my little guy. Since he doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish, how’s he going to make friends? Mary assures me he’ll be fine, that kids play with eachother whether there’s a language barrier or not. I just hope he won’t hate it :(. It’s going to be tough to begin with since he’s SO attatched to me :(.

Wednesday was my 2nd doctor’s appointment at the new office I’m going to. This is the one where they wedge me open with a gigantic, icy-cold speculum and scrub me raw with a giant q-tip. It hurts all over again just thinking about it. Before the Pap, I’d peed in a cup and it showed not only Nitrates? (which meant a bladder infection) but glucose. They checked my sugar and thank God, it was at 94, which is really good. That scared the crap out of me though–I was sure I’d gotten Diabetes this time. Since then, I’ve been watching what I eat. I haven’t even been having my daily soda or binging on candy. I’m really trying. I REALLY don’t want to get Diabetes.

They prescribed some (huge) antibiotics for the infection, but I’m not sure if I’m totally over it yet. It still feels like my bladder’s going to explode yet nothing comes out–nothing but a trickle :(. I didn’t even feel those symptoms when they first diagnosed me, it was once I started taking the pills that I felt weird. I even started getting slight cramping in my pelvic area.

After the Pap, they took me into the Sono room and gave me another Sonogram. Telling from my last period and the sono, I’m exactly where I thought I was–10 1/2 weeks. I even saw my little Peanut’s beating heart again, beating at a healthy 155 BPM. And I don’t have Placenta Previa this time :).

Inside the black, kidney bean looking area is my darling little Peanut. She/he is the whitish looking peanut-shaped blob. She/he’s grown a lot since the last time!

Thursday–oh. my. God. That day was spent taking Mom all around the Valley to her doctor’s appointments. The boys were very well behaved, especially for having to sit still and be quiet for 3 hours at BOTH appointments.

The first one was her eye appointment, which took forever for absolutely no reason I could see. They have tons of nurses, and I’m not kidding you, the doctor only spends a total of 6 minutes with you in the exam room. When she finally got called in, they checked her eyes right away and that was that. 3 hours for 6 minutes–it’s ridiculous. Well, turns out she’s got the beginnings of Cataracts and has some retinal damage–all due to the Diabetes. She’ll be getting a new prescription for glasses soon. Hopefully she’ll actually wear them this time.

The next appointment was her Endocrinologist one, the one where you can’t understand a thing the doctor’s saying. When HE finally called her in, he upped her dosage of insulin since she still wasn’t controlled, gave her a new machine to check her glucose, and we both scolded her for not taking her high blood pressure and cholesterol medicines. She said she wasn’t taking them because he told her to stop taking her diabetes medicines. Yes, diabetes, but not everything else. And then she wonders why she feels sick. That woman drives me crazy!

He gave her a refill of one of her diabetes medications to take along with the insulin. She takes a total of 4 medications plus insulin twice a day. I NEVER want to get Diabetes :(.

When we were finally home free we stopped at a pharmacy near our town. She got the prescription for her medication, but not the one for her lancets. I was so frustrated (and we were all hungry–it was 3:15 and hadn’t eaten since 8:30 that morning) we just left.

Friday was a lazy day for all of us. I don’t remember going anywhere other than to the Dollar General to pick up some Bar-b-q sauce since Mario was going to grill burgers. It rained for a total of 2 minutes on the way back home. John and Mario washed both cars and then we bar-b-q’d. Those were some GOOD burgers.

Saturday was spent cleaning in the morning then finding out that Mom screwed up her bank account royally. She’s so overdrafted it’s not even funny. I get so frustrated with the way she handles (or lacks handling) her finances. It’s going to be a tough month for them now.

That afternoon we went to a party for Noelia’s friend’s little boy. I didn’t want to go, since the last pair of jean capris that fit me were no longer fitting me so well and all my maternity clothes were in storage. I sucked it up (literally) and Mary, Noelia, Andy, the boys and I all went. It was a Woody/cowboy themed party and the boys had a lot of fun since they had a moonjump and games. It wasn’t as painful as I though it was going to be.

Later that night when Mario got home, we went to Jorge and Maggie’s for a bar-b-q Jorge was hosting for Maggie’s birthday. Eric, Jorge’s friend, was the one bar-b-q’ing. The food was all really good and after Eric left, we saw Hiram snap. Eric kept teasing him and picking on him so I guess it was only natural Hiram snapped the way he did. He says he was playing, but we all thought he was pretty serious.

Mario was off on Sunday. We woke up late, then around 1:30 we went to Monci’s birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza. It was really cute. She threw the party for herself (this is an older lady) and had Play-doh for the kids to play with and kept on bringing the pizzas and hot wings. We went out for the piñata (she had a Disney Princess one ^_^) and Jaylen had a blast. Eenan didn’t want to hit the piñata at first, but once we told him, “You can’t get the candy that fall out of it since you’re not hitting”, he quickly got in line. Jaylen had both pockets full and even made Mario carry some in his cargo shorts LOL. It was nice and overcast and cool outside–my favorite kind of weather. When we were done at the party, we stopped at H-E-B since Mary needed some stuff and then we went to her storage unit to get my maternity clothes out. The shirts are still way too big, but the capris fit wonderfully :).

Mario bar-b-q’d again that night, but this time we had ribs. He slathered them in bar-b-q sauce about 5 times on each side, so when they were done, they were gooey. Yum! We made avocado dip and it was delicious.

After Mario left to work on Monday, we all got ready so I could take Mom to get a loan from her loan company. At least she’ll have some cash to last the month, but she still has other payments that need to be withdrawn. Oy. I dropped some stuff off to Mario at work and then I took John to donate plasma at the plasma center. His idea. Sucky thing: the boy forgot his social security card. Hello?!

I stopped at H-E-B afterwards to pick up the sodas we were in charge of for the burger/hotdog bar-b-q we were having on the 4th. Then we stopped at the pharmacy to pick up Mom’s lancet prescription. I had John help me rearrange furniture later on during the day so that the space is clear for when my dad-in-law moves the door to our bedroom. That door’s going to be the entrance to the hallway and since he’s making the walk-in closet he needs to move the doorway about 2 feet to the right. I can’t wait to see how it all looks!

(Internet Explorer’s such a bastard. I’ve had this post as a draft for the past two days, since I’ve been slowly updating and I’ve been saving as I go along. As luck would have it, I didn’t save the last 3 paragraphs I’d typed up and IE got one of those stupid errors where it needs to shut down. Grr!)

Anyway, the rain that we’d been anticipating all week finally came crashing down Monday night. We were all excited. Mom, Mary, Big Mario, the boys and I were all sitting outside under the porch, enjoying the coolness the rain had brought. I even let the kids run around in the rain for a while (and then brought them in and gave them a shower and some Tylenol, just in case). Panic started to set in when the rain kept coming and the back of the house, which has our front door, the “laundry room” and Mary’s back door connected, started flooding–fast. I saw the news and in 30 minutes it had rained 5 inches–much more than our city gets in a year probably. It rained a total of 13 inches I think. My dad-in-law had to go around the house and dig trenches to let the water through. Thankfully, the water didn’t come into the houses. The lightning and thunder were crazy though. I started writing a post that night and it got wiped away when the electricity went out.

The 4th of July: Gramma’s and Natalie’s birthdays. We woke up late-ish, got ready (I looked really pregnant!) then all went to visit Gramma at the nursing home. We’re all broke, but we stopped by H-E-B to at least get her a little chocolate cake.

We sat with Gramma and talked for a while. Eenan kept her entertained while he made up stories and acted them out. Jaylen was too busy making his cinnamon gum “not hot” so he wet his shirt in the bathroom trying to drink water LOL. After we’d spent about 45 minutes with Gramma we left.

Mario had been talking about the house we want and the property his Godfather owns. The one that’s in the middle of nowhere–even more middle of nowhere then we live now. I can appreciate shrubs and cattle and hay bales–I love to see that actually, but I never wanted to live it.

We’d live down the same street Jorge and Maggie do, but much farther. I kept telling Mario I hated the idea of living all the way over there, but he told me about all the new stores they’re building (we’d at least be close to a Wal-Mart, but not H-E-B!) and how there wouldn’t be room to build everything we want on a regular lot in the city. To convince me, we went to see the property. 5 acres of empty goodness. There’s also a plus–we wouldn’t get charged taxes if we had some kind of livestock on the property, so we’re thinking of getting a few cute goats. No, really, I’m serious.

So he convinced me a little. We want a huge house, with a huge carport (not a garage, we’d rather use the square footage for another room or two), we want a screened in back porch that leads to a deck with a nice set of outdoor furniture and a chimney, sink, and counter for bar-b-q’ing. We passed by a house that had the type of backyard we want, so hopefully I can get a picture soon.

We stopped by H-E-B again for the light olive oil we didn’t find at the other one. When we got home, we chilled out outside with everyone and talked about houses again. Andy and Noelia might want to build on Jorge’s land also. While Mario started the fire I talked with Jorge, his Godfather for a while. When Mario got the phone, he spoke with Jorge about the property and I guess it’s all set. 1/2 to a whole acre is promised to us. We just need to get started on selling the other property and all that jazz.

Yadira and Tommy got here with the patties and Mario cooked them up. The food was great and everyone was here. The men were outside while the women were inside taking about babies and other women things. Annie did a necklace gender prediction thing and at first I believed it (it said I’d be having a boy this time–again!) but when it started acting funny and not working for the other women in the family I thought ‘nah’. I don’t know, and I don’t want to jinx it, but I really think I’m having a girl this time. I just feel it. Could be wishful thinking, but we’ll see in 2 1/2 more months. (It seems like forever!)

When it got dark the kids all popped their fireworks. Eenan was actually outside this year, enjoying himself. Previous years he’d be out, then go inside because he either got bored or the neighbor’s huge fireworks displays were really loud. He’s getting braver though :).

And now today, it starts again. Mom has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. John’s vacation is over and started school again today so let’s hope his car behaves itself and I don’t need to go pick him up. Poor dude. I wish things would just be easier for him. That car doesn’t help.