Category: Bitching

Just Another Day

I’m so bored. I could be cleaning or responding to e-mails, but you know me. How I love to procrastinate and then bitch about how bored I am and how I have “nothing to do”. Heh.

My damn wisdom tooth is KILLING me. My cheek looks swollen . I slathered Orajel all up in there yesterday only to have it taste like absolute crap and it didn’t help at all. It was the “junior” one even…forgive me, Eenan and Jaylen, for shoving that crap in your mouth while you were teething. I’m a horrible mother. Cherry flavored my ass .

Mary and I and the boys went searching for Eenan’s “Hawaiian” shirt and sandals yesterday for his beach themed pictures today. We shopped in under an hour, but it pissed me off we couldn’t find not ONE damn Hawaiian shirt anywhere. I checked JCPenny online and they supposedly had 4 different styles. Well, not at the store. We ended up finding one (that I wasn’t too thrilled about to begin with) at Sears and got his sandals (and some for Jaylen) at Payless.

This morning when I dropped him off at school he was in utter shock that only one other male classmate was wearing sandals and pulled me over to the other side of the hall to talk to me. He usually loves his sandals (much easier to put on than socks and tennis shoes!), but you know how kids are and he was slightly embarrassed. He kept saying Heriberto wasn’t wearing them. I asked him, “Why does it matter? You like them. Do you think he’s going to make fun of you?” He nods and he wipes tears from his eyes and I try consoling him. After 5 minutes of trying to convince him he was going to be okay, I tell him to go sit against the wall with his friends till it’s time to go into class to have breakfast. He drags me over with him so I kneel in front of him and tell him, “Look! Felipe is wearing sandals too! Aw, look how nice they are. And your other friend is wearing them, too!” He looks up a little but still felt upset. I took the chance of maybe embarrassing him a bit more and ask his other friend, Felix — who was wearing cowboy boots — if he liked Eenan’s shoes. He (thankfully) said yes. Then Felipe said he liked them, then his other friend said he liked them, then Christina and another little girl chimed in, and then Heriberto said he liked them. I told him, “You see! All your friends like your shoes, Eenan.” He wipes his eyes and cracks a smile and starts talking to everyone. I told him I was leaving and he didn’t even pay attention since he was busy chatting away. It’s so strange how even at that age what other people think of them is so important. But *whew*, I’m glad that went well. Hopefully the rest of his day is good too.

So…that’s it. I lost my train of thought since I’ve been back-and-forth on the phone with Aunt Nora and Mary for the past 30 minutes. They’re going to get John driving sometime next week. Aunt Nora’s gonna drive with him for about 3 days and then he’s off on his own. Scary. I’m sorry, I’ve been “learning to drive” since I was 14 and I couldn’t get it. I was too damn scared. Now, at 22, I’m still scared shitless but at least I can drive (somewhat), BUT I still don’t have my license. Someone needs to hypnotize me out of being petrified of driving.

Ah yes, Jaylen’s up. And he’s already screaming. Joy.


Plethora of Events Leading to Absolute Boredom

I should be getting my highlights right now, but I’m not. The brother decided to bail. I IM’d him yesterday after I realized he wasn’t coming and asked him what was up. He responded with, “I’ve got some shit to do, sorry!” Mom called later on and she mentions that John didn’t want to come over because he “didn’t want to watch my kids”. I tell her, “Oh, he said he had something to do.” And she said, “Yeah right, he’s been playing Playstation since he got home.” Nice. Last time I do him any favors.

The big garage sale/flea market was today also. And of course, I’m not going to that either. I’m going to spend yet another day, stuffed in this house, with the kids and the smelly pets. *plays violin* I’m tired of that cat. Not only do I have to clear out her litter box twice a day, but I have to swat her every 5 minutes because she’s either on top of the table, the stove, or laying on top of the gerbil’s cage on top of the entertainment center because she’s just waiting to eat him. She broke a candle holder last night and then knocked down a spindle of CD’s. The rabbit won’t stop peeing and is stinkin’ up my house. When will the madness end?!?

My “bad luck” didn’t end the last day I posted. That day, the darn washer took a crap while I was washing jeans. The water wouldn’t drain, let alone spin. I had to hand wring all the damn jeans and then dry them. I got a blister from all the wringing . I’ve had to wash Mario’s work uniforms by hand every night since then, since he’s only got 2 darn uniforms. (He won’t get more because they’re supposed to get new uniforms “soon”.) Bless my mother, who hand washed our clothes for the longest time. We were joking last night at Jorge and Maggie’s about how I deserve a new Dooney .

As for Eenan’s glasses, I was positive I’d had the glasses with me in the car, and didn’t bother calling the salon as Noelia suggested. I was certain I didn’t leave them there. When it was almost 5 Mary got here and said maybe I should call the salon, just in case. So she called for me, and they were there . I asked the lady where they found them and she said they were on a seat. When I got them, they were kind of crooked. I’m wondering if I dropped them outside and someone took them in and left them on the seat. I don’t remember leaving them there at all. But anyway, I’m just glad we found them.

Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, and Mary invited me to go to church with her and Noelia. The whole time I was sitting there (sitting because Jaylen had fallen asleep, and my back could not handle standing, sitting, kneeling and carrying him), I was rehearsing in my head what I would confess. I hadn’t confessed in 8 years. I was so nervous, almost shaking when it was my turn after Mary to confess. What made me even more nervous, was that there was no private little booth; we were out in the open sitting there, face-to-face with the Priest. I got about 2 things out, then totally choked. I went completely blank. Didn’t help I couldn’t understand what the man was saying because he was speaking very softly and had a strange accent.

Mario called me that night and was so upset. He was frustrated with work and frustrated that he didn’t have Thursday off after all. He got home and we just stood there, holding eachother. It broke my heart to see him so upset. We were going to watch a movie and he just ended up falling asleep instead.

The next day, he bought a stereo and didn’t get employee price, which sort of pissed him off, but it’s a nice stereo so he didn’t complain much. If he has Sunday off, he’s going to install it in the car. He’s so burned out from work. They all are actually, from what the guys were talking about last night at Jorge’s. We got home at 1:30am, ate “dinner” and then he went to sleep at around 2. He couldn’t even get out of bed this morning. I hope he’s ok during the day.

Eenan was upset because Thursday was “Father/Son reading night” at the school. Since Mario wasn’t able to go after all, I asked Ms. O. if it would be alright if I took him. She said, “Sure, of course you can! I don’t even know why they have it this way. A lot of families don’t even have fathers present, y’know?” I asked Mary if she’d like to go with me and she said yes. So we went. We were supposed to meet at the library, but they called us to the cafeteria. I walk in there, and standing in a huge circle, were a whole bunch of fathers with their sons. I felt so weird . They were doing this whole introduction where the dad would introduce his son, state his interests and the son would do the same thing. They didn’t get to me, Thank God. We had to do all this happy, hippy, group crap, where we discussed how we should help our kids with their homework, and other junk parents should already be doing, but obviously don’t. I was so ready to leave, especially when the kids became irritated and hyper because they’d been sitting there so damn long. I thought we were there to read to the kids?! After about 45 minutes of torture discussions, they finally lead us to the library. The boys didn’t even want to listen to stories by then. Eenan ended up getting a story from the library, read it and tested on it. He got all the answers correct and we left. They picked out a whole bunch of free books they were giving out and we came home. Never again. At first I was annoyed with the kids for misbehaving so much, but then I realized it wasn’t their fault. It was the school’s for tricking us .

I called Mario that night and was all annoyed with him. I was bitching how it was almost 9pm and he still hadn’t called me and isn’t he supposed to get out at 7?? and hung up on him. I was that frustrated. He called back and told me how he had a bad day and that I wasn’t helping. I immediately felt like an ass and appologized. He got home and we ate dinner together (which doesn’t happen all too often anymore) and cuddled on the couch to watch the movies he’d rented. We only got to watch The Terminal, which was a really sweet movie. Then we had the most wonderful “alone time” we’d had in the longest time . Spending time with him really made up for my 3 days of crappiness.

I’m really hoping Mario has tomorrow off. I miss him, and so do the boys. We have bills to pay, and plans to make for the late Valentine’s night we’ll be having Monday. Still deciding whether we should celebrate tomorow instead. I don’t even know what to get him .

Random: I wish I was a celebrity who’s going to the Grammy’s JUST to get those really cool giveaways *jealous*. I think I saw a pink/black iPod!


Yesterday=Good Day, Today=Sucks Ass

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…