Author: Yajaira

I’m so bored *yawn*. I thankfully don’t have chores to do (just need to straighten up a bit and wash dishes) and am just bored. I tried sorting through my inbox and replying to e-mails but my ADD kicked in and I just started wandering off and now I’m just bored. Ah yes, the blinking lights on my modem are telling me fkn’ Roadrunner’s messing up again. Thanks, buttholes!

Anyway, it’s Friday and we’re probably not doing a damn thing. I’ve been wanting to go somewhere…maybe play pool or even have some drinks somewhere. We haven’t done that since…November! Since Mario’s birthday to be exact. Jesus!

Mario had yesterday off so we just lounged around. In the afternoon we met Mary at JCPenny since she was borrowing our card to buy a dress and some jeans for Noelia. We picked up a Caramel Frappuccino from Starbucks while we waited (mmm…I want another ). I got another pair of jeans…since I only have TWO and I’m tired of having to wash them all the time . Now, I need to get more shorts. Those I have enough of though .

Anyway, we went to see Gramma after that, finally. I hadn’t seen her in about 4 weeks already . She was eating dinner when we arrived. She’s feeding herself now–has been for about a month, Mom said. I didn’t know that, I’m so happy for her!

While Jaylen and I were chatting with her I saw this girl that looked really familiar. I had seen her before, when Gramma had just started living there and for the longest time I thought she was this girl I used to work with at Old Navy. To make a long story short, we don’t like eachother because I reported her friend and he got fired. She later quit because her ass was apparently stealing shit, too. Anyway, the girl went in yesterday and was checking Gramma’s, er, roomate’s diabetes and we sort of smiled at eachother when she walked in. I found it strange, since that other girl DOES NOT like me and definitely wouldn’t have smiled. She was still outside checking her cart when Jaylen and I walked out the door and we glanced at eachother–and then it hit me. It wasn’t the girl I worked with, it was my friend Letty from Middle School . She must have thought I was so rude for not saying hi or anything! I seriously thought she was that other chick though. I hope I see her again sometime and say hi and appologize. I asked Mom if she new if a nurse named Letty worked there when I spoke to her yesterday, but she says she’s ‘never heard of a Letty’. I’m more than positive it’s her though. I never knew she wanted to be a nurse! And she probably didn’t think I’d ever be a young mom, either LOL.

We went to get a few groceries after we saw Gramma and Mario made THE BEST sandwiches (with bolios, or rolls) I’ve had in the longest time. Or maybe it’s just because it tastes so much better when someone else does the cooking/preparing ?

Eenan will be graduating from Kinder soon *tear*. After we picked him up from school yesterday, we went to the carwash. On the way there, he starts singing, “The wo-orld is a raaaainbowww! Filled with many co-olors! There’s yellow, black and white and brown…” and I’m not kidding you, I started BAWLING. I remember that song from MY Kinder graduation! I don’t know how I’m going to do it when he’s actually up on stage wearing his little gown and singing…I’m going to be a wreck . Mario immediately shot a look at me when Eenan started singing…he KNEW I was already crying like a baby LOL.

Jaylen’s been a crazy little guy. He comes up with the funniest things–things you wouldn’t expect a 3 year old to say (OMG he’s already 3!!!). A few nights ago, Mario went to the bedroom and I got up from the couch where I was watching TV with Jaylen and followed Mario and we just cuddled on the bed. Jaylen runs over there and yells, “HEY! You know better than that!” I don’t know if he meant we knew better than leaving him alone, or knew better than cuddling without him LOL. I think it may have been the latter, as he quickly jumped on the bed and stuck himself between us. Silly thing .

Well, I guess I won’t be bored in a few minutes. I gotta get dinner ready…I’m making Chalupas tonight! But wait, I didn’t go and get the darn tortillas from the store…grr. Then I gotta make Mario’s lunch for tomorrow. Meat loaf, mashed potatoes and corn it is!

P.S. Thank you to all who commented yesterday . I enjoyed hearing your opinions on the subject .

P.P.S. New layout at Myspace. I’m thinking I may use it for Pixydust, too. Love the colors. I just need to think of a main image. I think I may want yet another Hello Kitty skin . Don’t hurt me!

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*Note to any male visitors I may have: This is a mostly-female-related post concerning boobs, blood, plastic surgery and other things that may make you feel faint and weak. Read at your own discretion .*

Lately I’ve been obsessed with watching plastic surgery shows like “I Want a Famous Face” and the dozens of plastic surgery shows on Discovery Health, like “Plastic Surgery: Before and After”. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not against plastic surgery, but I don’t think it’s something that needs to be done for cosmetic purposes only, such as Triple D breast implants or wanting to look like your favorite celebrity . Things like breast reductions, gastric bypass surgery, and other things of that nature that HELP the body are okay in my opinion. I’ve never been one to say, “I’d get my nose fixed” –because I fear I’ll end up looking like Michael Jackson–but if I had the chance, and the money, would I do it? I’m not happy with my nose, I’ve never liked my nose and think it’s huge, but would I ever get it “done”? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately–not just regarding my nose–and it surprises me because I never thought I’d even consider it. For years I’ve wanted a breast reduction, and any doctor would say that yes, I definetly NEED one to save my poor back. In fact, when I actually had insurance and I saw my doctor, she told me straight out that I should get a breast reduction as soon as possible. If I got insurance some damn time soon, I’d go for it. I’m just afraid I’ll end up unhappy with the result or that I’ll go to some shady doctor and he’ll totally mess me up (which hopefully won’t happen since I plan to do much research before doing anything drastic).

What’s also been making me ponder about this whole plastic surgery thing is that I don’t know if it’s just the doctors on TV saying it to get you to go with them and make them a few extra bucks, but they’ve all said after you have children your body never goes back to normal, even with exercise. And that scares me. Have any women out there gotten their body “back” after having their kids? I know that yes, there will be stretch marks and all that jazz, but does the flab stay there?? Please tell me it doesn’t. I’ve been desperately trying to get my stomach back and I’ve seen NO progress what-so-ever. A tummy tuck just looks too painful and you can bet your ass I’ll NEVER get liposuction. Have you seen how they jam that 3 foot rod into people?? It looks like they’re going to poke right through the skin *feels nauseous* .

If I ever got a breast reduction I don’t know if I could stand the pain that follows. And oh my gosh, will I lose sensation of the nips ??? There’s a big chance that that will happen and I don’t like it !! I think to myself, “It can’t be any worse than recovering from labor…”, but I think I may be wrong, heh.

I’ve seen two girls, both with NATURAL Triple D sized breasts on Discovery Health–one was 18 (or was it 15?) and another was 22. They looked SO NICE after they got their reductions. I’m not that big, but I have the same back problems, the bra strap digging/cutting into the shoulders, I have the “dip” in the shoulder–everything. I want to look nice . I want to be able to wear the blouses and dresses I like without men staring. Or women staring. A lot of women who don’t even know me and just pass me by on the street look at me in disgust for the sheer fact that I’m big-chested and that’s pretty damn stupid. I didn’t ask to have them . If I didn’t have this…CHEST…I’d probably feel much less self-concious about myself and the self-loathing would scale down. I need to get me some insurance…and soon!

But anyway, whoever’s reading…what’s your take on plastic/cosmetic surgery and would you ever get anything done if you had the chance?

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It’s 2:55. Vito was supposed to give Sonia the message that Noelia was coming home late again–which means I can’t borrow her car to pick Eenan up–so she’d have to pick up Eenan for me. Mary’s been trying to call her since I called her at around 2 and she doesn’t answer. It really bothers me that nobody tells me when someone else is picking Eenan up. Now I’m sitting here worried if he’s not going to be picked up. If I would have known, I would have just gone walking for him. It’s a nice day anyway.

This is one of the reasons we want need another (reliable) car. We have the Prelude and Chevelle and both need something done to them. We’ve gone looking around at cars in the past week. I really liked the Chevy Cobalt (in tan ), but Mario doesn’t like it much. I loved that I could actually COMPLETELY see over the steering wheel (don’t laugh !). Then we went to see the Mazdas. I don’t like the hatchback ones much but I don’t mind the regular Sedans (is that what it’s called? the regular CAR). What I REALLY want is the Chrysler 300, but that’s probably going to be way over our budget . Plus, after having a close look at it, I’m not sure I like that the windows are so “squished” looking. I think that’s part of their charm though *scratches head*.

I need to start planning and working out in how many months we’ll pay off the Sentra. The last statement we got said we owed $4,357.05, but that was before two $250.00 payments were added. We need to ask Mary for the statement since she gets it and we give her the money for it, that way we’re sure we pay it off on time. So, that would be $3,857 that we still owe, and we MIGHT send another payment on Mario’s next paycheck. Oh boy. But even if we send $500 payments each month, that would still be 7 months before we can even start saving up for a down payment on another car. I think I’m gonna cry.

It’s 3:10…if he’s not here in 20 minutes I’m taking off on foot.

[edit] He got here at 3:25. *whew!* [/edit]