Author: Yajaira

If you have 40 or more checked, then you’re officially spoiled. (Feel free to copy/paste in your own blog!)

Do you have:
(*) your own cell phone
(*) a television in your bedroom
(*) an iPod
(*) a photo printer
( ) your own phone line
( ) TiVo or a generic digital video recorder
(*) high-speed internet access
( ) a surround sound system in bedroom
(*) DVD player in bedroom
(*) at least a hundred DVDs
( ) a childfree bathroom
( ) your own in-house office
( ) a pool
( ) a guest house
( ) a game room
( ) a queen-size bed or larger
( ) a stocked bar
( ) a working dishwasher
( ) an icemaker
(*) a working washer and dryer
(*) more than 20 pairs of shoes
( ) at least ten things from a designer store
( ) expensive sunglasses
( ) framed original art (not lithographs or prints)
(*) Egyptian cotton sheets or towels
( ) a multi-speed bike
( ) a gym membership
(*) large exercise equipment at home
( ) your own set of golf clubs
( ) a pool table
( ) a tennis court
( ) local access to a lake, large pond, or the sea
( ) your own pair of skis
( ) enough camping gear for a weekend trip in an isolated area
( ) a boat
( ) a jet ski
( ) a neighborhood committee membership
( ) a beach house or a vacation house/cabin
( ) wealthy family members
(*) two or more family cars
( ) a walk-in closet or pantry
(*) a yard
( ) a hammock
( ) a personal trainer
(*) good credit
(*) expensive jewelry
( ) a designer bag that required being on a waiting list to get
( ) at least $100 cash in your possession right now
(*) more than two credit cards bearing your name
( ) a stock portfolio
( ) passport
( ) a horse
( ) a trust fund
( ) private medical insurance
( ) a college degree, and no outstanding student loans

Do you:
(*) shop for non-needed items for yourself (like clothes, jewelry, electronics) at least once a week
( ) do your regular grocery shopping at high-end or specialty stores
( ) pay someone else to clean your house, do dishes, or launder your clothes
( ) go on weekend mini-vacations (we would, if Mario had more days off!)
( ) send dinners back with every flaw
( ) wear perfume or cologne (not body spray)
( ) regularly get your hair styled or nails done in a salon
( ) have a job but don’t need the money
(*) stay at home with little financial sacrifice
( ) pay someone else to cook your meals
( ) pay someone else to watch your children or walk your dogs
( ) regularly pay someone else to drive you
( ) expect a gift after you fight with your partner

Are/have you:
( ) an only child
( ) married/partnered to a wealthy person
( ) baffled/surprised when you don’t get your way
( ) been on a cruise
( ) traveled out of the country
( ) met a celebrity
( ) been to the Caribbean
( ) been to Europe
( ) been to Hawaii
( ) been to New York
( ) eaten at the space needle in Seattle
( ) been to the Mall of America
( ) been on the Eiffel tower in Paris
( ) been on the Statue of Liberty in New York
( ) moved more than three times because you wanted to
( ) dined with local political figures
( ) been to both the Atlantic coast and the Pacific coast

Did you:
( ) go to another country for your honeymoon
(*) hire a professional photographer for your wedding or party
(*) take riding or swimming lessons as a child (and I still don’t know how to swim!)
( ) attend private school
( ) have a Sweet 16 birthday party thrown for you

My total: 20

I’m not spoiled! In your face, John!

We have a new member in the family. What happened was, Mario wanted a dog. Yazmin just so happened to get a puppy from a lady that works with Yadira. She didn’t want him anymore, and since Mario had asked if the lady had any more, she gave it to us. So now, I’m caring for a pee-happy puppy. This is what usually happens when Mario wants a dog–I end up doing all the work. Grr. Brings back memories of being 9 months pregnant with Jaylen and picking up Killer’s poop. He is cute though.

His name’s Louie by the way (Yazmin named him that after Louie Vouitton, or however the hell you spell his name), and he’s a Cocker Spaniel/Terrier mix. It sucks I had to roll up my pretty new rug just in case he’d pee/poop on it though.

Other than wasting rolls of toilet paper picking up pee and poop, I started on my sewing project before I never got it done. I’d already bought the fabric for that long curtain I wanted to make for the closet in the living room. Since they never finished the trim and doors for that closet and it was such an eyesore, I figured I’d make my own door. My dad-in-law came in today saying they’d work on it (and the rooms, yes!) next week. Woo hoo! Even if they don’t work on the closet, I’d love for them to do the trim of the walkway that separates the kitchen and living room. That’s more important to me.

So yeah, I started on it yesterday and it took a few hours to complete. When I went up on the ladder (Mom was having a fit–she was sure I’d fall), installed the curtain rod and put the curtain on the rod I realized it was about 9 inches too short. I had to go back and cut another 13 inches of fabric (4 extra to allow for the hem) and sew that piece to the curtain. It looks pretty awesome, except for the fact that the right side looks 3 inches shorter than the left, but oh well. It’ll give myself credit, especially since it’s about 9 feet of fabric I had to cut evenly with only a tiny table to work on. You can see a picture of it here.

I have two birthday parties to go to tomorrow. One of Paul’s daughter’s (I’m not sure which one since he wasn’t sure!), and Mrs. C-R’s little boy’s. I’m going to be out of the house from about 1-8pm! I need to leave early to pick up their gifts at Target. I hope I can contain myself from buying the adorable baby clothes Target always has!

Man, I wish I had extra, extra spending money. There’s so much decorating I’d love to do around here. I need a job, but I won’t settle for anything that’s super far away. It looks like that’s all I’ll be able to get though–something in McAllen. I’ve been scrounging around the internet and the paper looking for jobs close by, but there’s NOTHING. I just sent in another application to another bank. This one actually asked for a resume so we’ll see. I won’t hold my breath though *emo-ness*.

Ok, I’m 30 minutes late on starting dinner. God, I have no idea what to make anymore! I feel like I make the same things over and over again. Mmm…I could sure go for some of those tacos I made yesterday…avocado and sour cream…so bad, but oh so good :(.

I wish I could just make a casserole or something–something I don’t have to actually be standing over the stove for. I have a question for my visitors: what are some quick, easy meals you know? And if possible, could you direct me to some recipe’s or a website?

My mole removal went much better than I thought it would. I had visions of bleeding to death (as Mom would tell me when I was little when I’d be messing with any mole), the Doctor inserting the needle of anesthesia into my Jugular and I’d die, and many other morbid thoughts.

I even Googled “mole removal” and “mole removal complications” and was freaking myself out. While Googling I discovered my “mole” wasn’t really a mole…it was more of a skin tag, which is still gross. I guess Mario is right. I am a hypochondriac :(.

So I get to the doctor’s office and wait patiently while playing Solitaire on my phone. They call me in and I feel like I’m going to throw up from how nervous I am. They take my vitals (I’ve gained 2 lbs. already–eek!) then usher me into my room. The doctor comes in and greets me and asks what my visit’s for. I tell him I’m there to remove the mole. His eyes light up and he says, “So you’re going to do it? Great!”

He examines the mole and tugs and pulls at it. He asks if I had any other concerns so I show him the mole on my hip and he says that one’s not a problem at all. He says, “You know, I won’t even need anesthesia for it or anything. We’ll just cut it off.” I laugh and when I notice he’s not kidding I get nervous again.

He comes back in with a nurse (the nice nurse my Mom likes). As the doctor was writing something down we start talking about the mole. He asks how long I’ve had it and I said most of my life, but I noticed that in the past few years it started getting bigger. I told them about how Mario’s always teasing me about it and how he has a pet name for it.

The doctor laughs. “What does he call it?”

I look down and feel my face get red-hot. “Juliet.”

The doctor and the nurse both laugh and he says, “Well, at least it’s a pretty name. You poor thing!”

I was standing against the table as he approaches me with some sterile tweezers and scissors. All of this was happening in slow motion of course. When he gets near enough to where he’s actually going to grab the mole I jump foward and say, “Wait, wait, wait! Explain to me what you’re going to do. You’re just gonna cut it?” He tells me to sit on the table and says he’s just going to snip it. The nurse assures me that I’ll be fine. She says, “I had one removed just like that. Not as big, but it was hanging by a thread like yours. It didn’t hurt at all. You’ll just feel a little sting.”

I sit on the table and tell the nurse to hold my hand. The doctor cuts the mole off in about 2 seconds and all I felt was a tiny prick of pain. They were impressed that it didn’t bleed at all–it still hasn’t. The nurse put it away for me and said I should scare Mario with it. We joked around for a few minutes about how I should put it on my nose or my forehead. Dr. C. said I should put it on his plate when I serve him his dinner, buahaha.

When we stopped joking around I asked about their OB/GYN procedures: when do they see the patients, what do they usually do during the very first office visit and so on. They say they take vitals, draw blood and do a sonogram. The nurse told me I should start seeing them for the pregnancy and they won me over. It was totally different at the other office. They didn’t even do vitals, which I found really strange. I also didn’t like that a whole bunch of different doctors would be seeing me and whoever was on call the day I was ready to give birth would be the one to deliver. At this office, Dr. C. would be my sole doctor and would deliver when the time came. He also explains everything in detail, which I like.

They gave me a sonogram right then and there. I saw my 7 1/2 week old baby and I felt so relieved to see that little heart beating. I don’t know how it is for other pregnant women, but for me it just doesn’t feel totally real until you hear/see that heart. It’s a tiny speck of a baby right now and they assured me that it’s just one ;).

They drew blood right afterwards and I left the office feeling really good. I’m glad I’m going with them for my prenatal care.

I’ve got the rest of the day to relax and do chores, like finishing laundry. I also need to remember to ask Big Mario to measure the room so we can start buying the materials we’ll need. I hate being a bother though, he’s always so busy.

Hmm, I was thinking of posting before and after pics and a pic of the mole but I think that would be too gross :P. Yeah, I think I’ll pass. I changed my mind. Click only if you don’t feel like barfing or feeling nauseous!

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