Category: Grr

God I love that song by Tim McGraw and Nelly (the name just slips my mind at the moment…). I can’t relate to it (thank God), but it’s so pretty.

Anyway, yesterday was a good day for the most part. Went around noon with Noelia to get our hair cut. Though the woman’s damn charm bracelet kept getting caught in my hair (and she didn’t gently untangle it), I thought my hair came out the way I wanted it. It was fro-y since it was just wet and then air dried, so I couldn’t really tell at the salon what it looked like. I get home, flat-iron it, and notice the front is all chopped at different levels. Then, I notice she didn’t cut the shortest layer the length I wanted it…it was way too long. Nobody could even tell I cut it, and that’s because I got it layered . Mario was all excited when I told him, and when he got home and I pulled my hair out of the clip it was in, his smile slowly faded in to one of confusion and says, “It…looks the same, Babe”, and kinda made a face like: . So that was disappointing, but at least I got all the split ends cut off (she cut off about 1-2 inches) . If I’m brave enough, I’ll fix the front and cut it to where I wanted it. I haven’t done that in forever so I may just not touch it. I’m hoping if/when I get my highlights this weekend that it’ll look “better”.

Oh Lordy…the song that’s currently on VH1 is the reason why I loathe most hip/hop/rap *shudders*. Let’s just say it’s 3 females…

*cough* Mary called while I’d been fixing my hair and told me the Income Tax place had called Sonia yet again. Why they were calling to her house and not ours is beyond me. They called Mary after they called Sonia the first time (or did Mary return their call? Don’t remember) and they asked for Yadira [my maiden name here]. I was like, “WHAT?!?” I don’t think the woman doing our taxes did anything right at all. I don’t know what the point of her asking for all our info was if she was just going to get my name wrong and our phone number wrong too, obviously. She could barely speak an ounce of English to make matters worse. I had to scrape up the bit of Spanish I could remember just to successfully get our taxes filed. So, I called back and was preparing to bitch somebody out, when the lady told me our refund check was in. Yay! I called Mario and he was all thrilled of course. He’s got plans for that money. We were planning to pay off Mario’s school loan, the $51.11 I owe Avon from when I was working for them (long story) and the rest was going towards fixing the Prelude and possibly selling it and towards paying off a good chunk of the Sentra. We talked about it last night and decided we’d spend a little bit “for ourselves”. We’ve always used our refunds for things we need (the cars, kitchen remodeling, bills, etc.), hardly ever for anything we “want”. So we’ll see.

After I picked up Eenan, we went back home and we went back to the salon with Noelia so Eenan could get a haircut. Then we just chilled out here at home and when I was going to blog, I noticed my stupid site was down…again. I really, really need to find new hosting. I just hate the whole moving process. I’ve never backed up my site from the server (I have everything backed up on my computer…except Greymatter and Megabook) and wanted to know–how do you back up your site so your whole guestbook and blogging tools (in my case, Greymatter) stay intact and you can just upload them to the new server? I would hate having to re-install a new Megabook and Greymatter. Blah. I need to find some place for cheap ($4-7 a month) that has a good amount of space like Pixiehost (500mb space, 40gigs bandwith), especially since I’ll be hosting John and all his flash stuff. I’m so not looking foward to researching everything again, and definetly not looking foward to possibly getting screwed for the 4th time, once again.

So I guess you can say my bad luck started last night. Today, I found out I may have lost Eenan’s glasses. Lovely. Mario couldn’t get the darn refund check deposited because I didn’t sign it (idiot) so now we have to wait. Mary called, and now I have to pick up Yazmin from school probably all week. Not fun. I don’t mind picking her up, it’s the waiting a whole hour to get back home after picking up all the kids. I don’t even know till when I’m supposed to pick them up actually. I’m starting to hate the whole driving thing. Especially since all I do is drop Eenan off, come back, pick him up, come back. If I went to the mall or something it would be much more enjoyable. But of course, I have no license and God forbid I get stopped. I had a dream about that last night actually. I’m going to have to be so careful today — I’m scared shitless that I’ll get stopped and be like, “I’m an unlicensed driver, hi!”

Hopefully the rest of the day gets better. I’m so ready to hit something…

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Well, I spoke too soon. The child peed not once, but twice, during the night. And he didn’t even wake up . The only reason I woke up was because my wrist was hurting me and I needed to pee.

I think he’s on strike. I think his whole body’s on strike, actually. He still hasn’t pooped, and I’m worried. I think he needed to go this morning because he refused to put his undies back on and screamed for a diaper. I even sat on the toilet while he was sitting on his potty chair to encourage him to poop. I even made grunting noises (no, I wasn’t really pooping!) just in case that would help him push, or something. He peed so much during the night — I think — that both times he’s tried to go pee, nothing comes out. He just says, “My pee-pee’s gone!” .

He’s also got this annoying cough that comes and goes. He coughed so much this morning that he ended up puking. Poor guy. I started him on cough medicine again. If it keeps up, back to the doctor we go.

I don’t know HOW I’m going to do it next month. The kids have their appointment at the dentist and I probably won’t have a car since it’s at 9am, and Mario leaves by 9:20 for work. Gotta start figuring SOMETHING out.

Speaking of next month, I can’t believe Valentine’s Day is almost here. It’s on a Monday, and Mario is working of course, so we’re probably not even going to “properly” celebrate. On March 27th, we celebrate our 6 year wedding anniversary. He’s already asking for that day off, and is even promising to work an extra Sunday (he gets two on, two off) if he gets it. I hope they have a heart and let him get it. We’re already planning on where to go have dinner. I hope it happens. I’d like to make it super special, but I have no idea what to do. We were watching Committed again last night, since Mario hadn’t watched the most recent episode, where it’s Marni’s birthday and Nate has this dinner for her on the roof. I tell him — half-jokingly — that I wish someone would do that for me, and bat my eyes at him. He replies with, “Well, good luck”, and smiled sarcastically. I know he was joking, but argh. I remember when he would go all out on our anniversaries or special days, and even if it was nothing fancy, he would do something nice. I remember once, before we were married, he laid out a blanket in front of the big fireplace his dad bar-be-cues on outside, lit the fireplace and bought these floating candles and put them in water-filled glass bowls. We snacked on stuff and just cuddled and had a good time. I miss that *pouts*. When we talk about it he tells me he was just doing it to get in my panties . Bastard . It worked…obviously . But I know, I know…he’s so busy with work and we barely even have time to talk and see eachother. I’ll figure something out .

Gonna get lunch ready. Spaghetti O’s it is!

*edit 1:09pm* Jaylen asked for a “snack”, which usually means some sort of sweet, and since I’m out of those littler Gerber gummies I gave him a Honeybun (not the best choice, I know!). The in-laws have him addicted to those things, dammit, and he usually finishes all of it. I’ve been lecturing him about how too many sweets are bad, and “your teeth are going to fall out of your face”, etc., so today he brings back more than half of the Honeybun and says, “I can’t eat it all…I’ll die.” I’ve got the poor boy tramatized….*/edit*

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Hadn’t blogged in a few days due to a horrible cold I got. I’m finally almost completely over it, thank God.

So Pixiehost finally received a payment from me. I had to manually send it, which is what I think I’m going to do from now on since their billing system is not working. I had some downtime that same day I made the payment, which kind of pissed me off, naturally, but it wasn’t for long. Or, so I hope it wasn’t.

Saturday, I dragged my sickly ass to two parties with the mom-in-law and the boys. I felt really bad–my whole body was weak, my head was killing me, I was coughing up a storm and my nose was dripping like a water faucet–but I’d promised her earlier in the week that I’d accompany her, so I obliged. We went to visit Gramma first for a little while. She’s doing so, so well . Jaylen and I had some sugar free candies with her and chit-chatted and then we left.

The first party was a pizza party at Peter Piper. I thought I was going to die. The kids didn’t make it any easier on me. Sure, most of the time they give me a little trouble in public, but it was a thousand times worse considering that I felt like crap. Melissa had a Shark Tale theme for Jaimito and had gotten two tables. On the center of each table, she had a little goldfish bowl with a Beta fish and pastel rocks in it. Needless to say, the boys fell in love, would not leave the table, and I practically had to drag Eenan out when we were leaving. She was raffling them and a few plush fish she also had on the tables and we didn’t win anything, which made Eenan feel worse.

We left to the other party, which was a surprise party for one of Mary’s co-worker’s sons. Jaylen had crayons and a little activity book that was in their goodie bags from the previous party, so he was cool. Eenan took his Gameboy SP down with him, and his game was pissing him off so he was quickly developing an attitude. After threatening to take it away, he finally started calming down. The birthday boy got home, and everyone yelled out ‘Surprise!’. He wasn’t surprised…someone had left an invitation lying around and he found out about it. Bummer.

Since I’d already eaten two slices of pizza, some strawberry soda (very little…it was yucky) and a buffalo wing at the pizza party, I only had a cup of beans to eat and a Coke to drink. Broke my no-caffine streak. And it totally fucked up my stomach too, let me tell you. I had the most increcible gas EVER and I got constipated. TMI, I know, but that just goes to show how bad that crap can be (even though it tastes really good sometimes *sigh*.) The boys and Mary ate and I spoke with Yvonne, another of Mary’s co-workers about potty training. Her Goddaughter has been potty trained since she turned 2. I told her about how I’ve tried potty training Jaylen since he was 1 1/2, then I give him a break because he gets annoyed and doesn’t want to cooperate. She said her Goddaughter’s mom would encourage her to pee in the potty chair as soon as she got her out of the tub and then one day, just stuck her in panties and never put her back into diapers. She would also give her little treats or prizes when she’d successfully make it to the restroom. I didn’t ask about accidents and she didn’t mention them so I don’t know about that. She did tell me what I knew all along: boys are a bit harder to potty train. You’re telling me. Eenan didn’t get potty trained till he turned 3. He just wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t stand the sight of underwear and he could have cared less about prizes. All he wanted was his diaper. Then one day, while watching Blues Clues, he asked if I could bring his potty in front of the TV, so I quickly did so, and lo-and-behold, he POOPED! I was thrilled. I left the potty chair in the living room, in front of the TV till he got a bit more used to it and would only put him in diapers at night, for about 3 nights. Then I just left him in underwear after that. He had a few accidents during the night for two weeks after that, but I got him potty trained. And now, I’m trying with Jaylen. Have been since Monday. I thought I was going to go bonkers…he kept peeing on himself and everything around him. But, if I want him potty trained, then I’ve gotta put up with it. I kept having to tell myself this, after counting to 10 . I almost busted out the diaper last night after he peed on my lap, and my Hello Kitty blanket that I wrapped him in. He was SO moody since he caught my cold and I was a bit annoyed that he’d peed once again and almost threw in the towel. But I can’t. When I finally put him to bed, I spread a towel on the bed and then layed him on it, just in case. Didn’t even switch him to diaper during the night and guess what? He actually didn’t pee ALL NIGHT! And that’s because he woke up at around 6:30, coughing and drank a lot of water. I’m so proud of him ! So far today, he hasn’t had an accident. He hasn’t pooped since yesterday, and that kind of worries me. I already had to wash poop out of his undies the last time I tried the potty-training-thing. Not fun!

Sunday was Angela’s birthday and she wanted to celebrate it at the zoo, so we did. It was SO COLD! It was in the 40’s. The poor animals were all huddled up together–they looked so cute! I’d never been to the zoo when it was cold. It was kind of uncomfortable when we first got there, but once you got used to it, it was cool (no pun intended, heh). Sure beats walking around in 90-100° weather though! I still felt like crap that day, worse even. But I put on a happy face and trudged along. Jaylen kept getting out of his stroller to look at animals and was well-behaved for the most part. Eenan on the other hand was always at least 7 feet ahead of us and was being very impatient. Noelia ended up taking him with her, which I wasn’t too happy about because that meant as long as someone else would listen to him, he didn’t have to listen to me . We ended up meeting around the petting zoo and the kids had a blast there of course. I loved seeing the sugar gliders and these tiny pygmy monkies. And the squirrels, meerkats, lemurs, spider monkeys and so on. If I could, I would have smuggled them to the van in my pocket .

When we were visiting the gorillas, one of them was in the background happily eating his own poo. Yadira saw him first, and alerted us and then she started gagging like crazy. I gagged too and controlled myself, and when I turned, Yadira was in the corner…puking. I almost puked just knowing she’d puked LOL. We looked at the last few things and then went to the (dreaded, horribly expensive) gift shop. Big Mario had given the boys $25…and they used it LOL. They each got two huge, curling rubber snakes (as luck would have it, they didn’t charge us for Jaylen’s! Yay!), Eenan got a dinosaur pen and Jaylen got 4 huge lizards. They had a blast.

We went to a pretty park nearby and ate sandwiches and chips. Angela and the rest of the kids wanted to play, so we walked over there. I think the adults had more fun than the kids LOL. There was a huge pirate ship play area and a whole bunch of swings and monkey bars. I wish we had a park like that around here…ours is really small, but at least there’s one. Maybe Friday, if I have Noelia’s car and she doesn’t have anywhere to be, I’ll take them to the park after picking Eenan up .

Later that night, Angela and Yazmin came over and just chilled out. I fed all the kids spaghetti and then we all left with Mary to Yadira’s for Angela’s cake and presents. She was so happy. The kids gave her a Playful Heart Monkey and she just hugged him while she opened the rest of her gifts. Mario surprised us by getting to Yadira’s after work before we did. He’d told me he was going to be doing something (forget what) and then he was coming straight home to work on the headliner for the car. We chilled out, then came home earlier than everyone else since we were going to get to work on the car (and still had to bathe the kids and put them to bed). The headliner was a pain to install, but we did a pretty damn good job *beams*. It almost looks factory, except for one little pucker behind the rearview mirror.

I haven’t updated my “weight loss journal” since I got sick. I probably won’t anymore, since I got kind of tired of it (hence the reason I didn’t make an extra site for it alone even though I really wanted to). I have been watching what I eat (except for today, had some sour patch kids, cheetos, and 2 lolly pops–I’m a cow!). I hadn’t exercised either since I hurt my left wrist somehow. I don’t know if I slept wrong, or if I hurt myself when doing bench presses…or what. It was hurting so bad I had to wear a little Ace bandage thing. Didn’t help that I’m a clutz and kept banging it into every single thing I passed by. I will keep it up though–eating well, exercising–because I really want to lose a few pounds. I’m determined to do it.

Going to go finish fixing up my collections. I was dusting the poor things today and organizing my Popples (finally got a hold of a ladder!). I’ll hopefully get some updated pics posted in my collection page tonight.

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