Stupid browser got a darn error and closed on my entry! Took me forever to type it out on this thing and it goes and does that. Anyway, Roadrunner’s fixed (it was a bad wire causng the outages) and after an hour of reinstalling my phone’s drivers I got the keyboard to work on this thing. I shall try and update for real when I get back from the mall. I need to find a parachute dress for my babyshower on Sunday. Wish me luck!

Before I start complaining about my weekend 😛 I’d like to thank everyone for the well wishes :). I’m finally feeling much, much better. I can breathe through both nostrils!

I’m hating Roadrunner right now. For the past 3 days we’re connected for about 10 minutes (sometimes only 5) and then it’s out for about 20-30 minutes. Argh! A technician’s supposed to stop by sometime today but of course you never know when they’ll actually get here. With my luck, it’ll be while I’m out picking up the boys. Grr.

The last time I updated we were about to leave to visit Gramma and run all these errands. (Didn’t get the chance to vent about that evening when I wanted to since RR was off and on all darn night.) We visited Gramma for a good, solid hour. It was nice sitting there with her, chatting. The boys were incredibly well-behaved; they even shared her breakfast table and drew pictures while she watched.

We took her Christmas decorations down and put them away. Mom was looking through her clothes, putting stuff back on hangers when she notices this maroon velour hoodie sweatshirt that we hadn’t seen before. She asks if Aunt Nora gave it to her and Gramma says, “No. Yajaira gave me that one.” I tell her, “No Gramma, we gave you a solid red one.” I pull out the red sweatshirt we’d given her for Christmas and she says, “Oh…well, I guess just put the other one there.” Mom tries it on her and it’s a size too small. All the years I’ve known Gramma, she’s been a size Medium. She’s put on some weight the past few months since she’s been at the nursing home and she’s now a size Large. It thrills me to say this since she was so thin and fraile back in 2004 when she first moved to the nursing home. She’s our little linebacker now :).

We left Gramma’s and went to Walmart, where I got a few things we needed and we walked away with yet another Beta fish. Eenan was jealous that Mom had gotten one for Jaylen, so he asked her for one and of course the woman said she’d get him one. He got a red one and I got them some new glass bowls and pebbles. The cool thing is they both fit on the little “hutch” on their desk so they hopefully won’t knock them over. They’ve been doing pretty good so far with feeding them once in the morning and once at night :).

Mario called while I was at Walmart and asked if I could drop some money off to him at work. I had the darn Senta and Mario failed to tell me that it’s really hard to turn the wheel to the right. Something having to do with the transmission. When I’m trying to turn to the right to get on the frontage road, I get stuck there! I can’t turn the wheel, so there I am, sticking out several feet into the frontage road while crazy Shary Road traffic is turning in. I step on the gas as soon as I get a chance before someone slams into me. Stupid car. If it’s one thing that gets me into a bad mood is being seconds from getting killed because of that damn car.

I get to Mario’s work and lo and behold, he’s out to lunch. I call him, frustrated, and he tells me to leave the money with one of his friends. Fine. I look at the clock and it’s 1pm. I’m starving and so are the kids and we still need to go to Aunt Nora’s. We stop by Taco Bell and get some tacos, nachos and drinks and I call Aunt Nora when we get on the road again.

She’d told me they usually go out in the evening, so we figured we’d go during the day. Turns out she was leaving the house at that exact moment and said she’d call me when she was back.

I’m fuming once again and am even more annoyed that I spent $10 (as little as that is) on Faux Mexican Food for nothing. Had I known she wasn’t going to be there we could have just come straight home and had lunch here.

I start hacking up a lung so I ask mom to pass me my drink. I feel something cold on my belly, but I assume it’s the cold cup so I keep drinking. When I start feeling really cold I stop drinking and look down; there’s a puddle of Raspberry Iced Tea on my boobs and belly. GREAT. We checked the cup and the lid’s fully on and there aren’t any cracks, yet I somehow managed to spill about a cup of it all over myself. Stupid thing.

We got home and ate and I tried my hardest to calm down and be in a good mood. Aunt Nora didn’t end up calling and there was no way I’d drive at night if she had, so we chilled out here at home and I made Chicken Alfredo Pasta for dinner. Eenan ate and then went over to Mary’s to sleep over and Mario, Jaylen and I stayed up watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets LOL. It was supposed to be night 1 of getting the kids used to falling asleep early but that didn’t happen. Not for Jaylen anyway. He likes to cuddle with us when we’re watching TV :).

We woke up considerably early on Sunday morning, again because of all the noise outside our bedroom. We got up, took showers and ate breakfast (barbacoa tacos) then we headed to Home Depot (with Jaylen only, Eenan was in town with my in-laws) and bought some materials so Mario would finish up the shelves in the bathroom, to get rid of the rackety, flimsy over-the-toilet shelf we currently have our towels stored in. (Of course, Mario never actually got around to building the shelves. Grr.)

We bar-b-q’d later on during the day and learned all about some family drama that’s still going on. I don’t want to air out any dirty laundry, but Jesus, people just need to grow the eff up! I can only see absolute disaster happening (more than it has already) if people don’t learn how to control their tempers =\.

I shall continue the rest of my entry about yesterday (Monday) when Roadrunner stops pissing me off. I wanted to take a nap, but I’m waiting for that darn technician. Ah! Speaking of the devil, they just called to confirm the appointment. Thank GOD.

How old were you?
14

Kids?
Nope

Where did you go to school?
McHi

Where did you live?
McAllen

Where did you work?
Too young to work.

Where did you hang out?
The mall, usually. Or a friend’s house (probably Sally’s).

How was your hair style?
Past the shoulder and blow-dried straight.

Did you wear glasses?
Nope, but I should have.

Who were your best friends at the time?
Sally, Vero, Angie, Dayse, Gina

Who was your regular-person crush?
God LOL. My boyfriend at the time, Eric. And L.B.

How many tattoos did you have?
None.

How many piercings did you have?
2 holes in each ear.

What car did you drive?
Didn’t drive.

What was your worst fear?
Being lonely.

Had you smoked a cigarette yet?
Nope. Wait, I take that back. My dad (yes, my dad) gave me a puff at the age of 5 or so. Turned me off of smoking for the rest of my life, so I guess it was a blessing in disguise.

Had you been arrested?
Nope. I was a good girl :).

Had your heart broken?
Yep. A few times.

Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter?
Exactly 10 years ago, in January I was single, I think.

**LETS SEE WHERE YOU ARE NOW!!!!!**

How old are you?
24

Where do you work?
Domestic engineer ;).

Kids?
2 boys (ages 4 and 7) and a girl on the way in a few weeks. Ahh!

Where do you live?
LJ, AKA the boonies.

Where do you hang out?
Home, at the in-laws’, the movies, Target (j/k!)

What is your hairstyle?
Shoulder length and usually flat-ironed, or just curly.

Who are your best friends?
Mario, of course. Mayra and Sally :).

Who is your regular-person crush?
The hubs, of course!

How many tattoos?
None.

How many piercings do you have?
2 holes in each ear.

What kind of car do you have?
A ’98 Nissan Sentra (that we’ve finally paid off), an ’06 Chevy Equinox (our current burden), and a ’72 Chevrolet Chevelle that needs Mario’s attention before it rots.

What is your biggest fear?
Losing someone I love. Drowning. Being alone.

Have you been arrested since?
Nope.

Has your heart been broken?
By my hubby while we were dating (grr), but he’s making up for it :).

Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter/Shopping?
Married (7 1/2 years)