Category: Creepiness

I think this is the first Friday the 13th ever that something bad doesn’t happen. It’s actually been a pleasant day!

Woke up, took a shower and had my bowl of Special K (with strawberries!). I’ve gone on the Special K diet (since Wednesday I think?) and have already lost a lb.! Woo!

We took our “Before” pics at school for the contest. The whole class watched as we pulled our shirts tightly around ourselves and showed our lard. I won’t dare post those pics up here, but I will post this one:

I don’t think I’ve ever put up a pic of “all of me” in all the years I’ve been blogging, but here it is. Yes, I’m short and stout. With big boobs.

After taking the Before pictures, Pepe (who’s camera we were using) wanted a group picture, so we took one. Not all of the class is in it, like a few girls from the other side, Joe and Ricci (who was absent). I’ve got a new pic for my scrapbook!

Speaking of, I need to get a few (okay, A LOT) of pictures printed and I’m thinking of going with either Walgreens (first 20 prints free!), Walmart or Target. Has anyone had any experiences with these stores and how was the quality of the pictures? What’s best: picking up in-store or delivering (they charge shipping, huh?)? Your input would be GREATLY appreciated !

We got our Business Communications (or, English) finals back and I got a 106! I was having so much trouble with the Participles and Perfects but I only missed 2 in that section! I was so sure I was going to bomb that part, but I somehow understood it . I can’t wait to find out what I passed the class with.

I accompanied Mayra to Party Universe and Hector’s Health Store after school. Mayra hadn’t had breakfast and my cereal was wearing off so we stopped at Taco Bell. Silly us thinking they had salads, heh. We had a salad alright, the one that has beans, ground beef, sour cream, cheese and all this other stuff. It was so sinfully GOOD. I was going to have my cereal tonight since I didn’t have it for lunch, but we’re going to Jorge and Maggie’s for Jorge’s birthday and we shall surely eat there. I vow to be un-gluttonous.

When I got home Mario was in a great mood and so was Jaylen. I had playfully lied on top of him and ended up falling asleep there until we had to pick Eenan up from school. Mario drove, thankfully. I’ve been so tired lately–it sucks!

Terry stopped by for a visit after we picked Eenan up. It was so nice seeing him. He’s still as funny as ever. We talked about our pets and about people and just caught up on everything. We asked if he’d like a kitten, but they’ve got like, a zillion of them already.

Aren’t they cute? I think Daisy’s the one that’s missing from the picture. We’re keeping the white one. I still haven’t found a name for her. It has to be the perfect one.

We’re leaving soon, but before I’m done I’ll leave you with an article John showed me. It’s totally unbelievable!

Cy, short for Cyclopes, a kitten born with only one eye and no nose, is shown in this photo provided by its owner in Redmond, Oregon, on Wednesday, Dec. 28, 2005. The kitten, a ragdoll breed, which died after living for one day, was one of two in the litter. Its sibling was born normal and healthy.

Read the whole article here. It’s real and just, creepy.

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I don’t know how I expect to have another kid in the next year if I can’t control one of the ones I already have.

Last night, Eenan, Jaylen and Catherine were petting the kittens. When I check on them I noticed the gray one that looks exactly like Brushka looks a little odd. I pick him up and his little head just flops to the side; he was completely limp in my hands. I immediately scream, “Oh my gosh!” and the kids get guilty looks on their faces. Turns out Jaylen was putting him on his chest then checking how long he could “hold on” before he fell to the floor. He was also smacking him against the wall. When Eenan and Catherine told me this and later Jaylen admitted it too, I couldn’t believe it. I’d run into Mary’s to show Mario the kitten and Noelia told me to gently put him on the floor. My heart broke seeing him that way and I couldn’t hold it in; I started bawling. I feel embarrassed thinking about it now since Jorge, Mary, Noelia, Cat, Annie, and the kids were there, but I couldn’t control myself. He looked so helpless and small.

I sat on the floor of the bathroom, bawling, with the kittens and a very worried Brushka. I was joined later by Noelia, who sat with me for about an hour. All of the kittens were scared and Brushka would get angry everytime she heard the kids’ voices. I couldn’t believe Jaylen would do something like that. I know he’s little, so I didn’t lose my head and start yelling or spanking, but I did lecture them both. I think what scared them the most was seeing me cry. I heard Eenan tell Jaylen something about, “…and then who’s gonna take care of us!?”, while they were cleaning the room. Poor things, LOL. I just hope they learned from this and that it never happens again :(. The kittens are all fine, thank goodness. We all prayed like crazy and about two hours after everything happened the gray and white ones started moving around a little more. They’re all back to normal today :).

I’m getting worried about Jaylen’s behavior, though. First the kitten thing and today he smacked Eenan in the face with a die-cast airplane because he was looking at him. I need to limit their Game Cube time, a lot. Not only do I have a feeling about it, but everyone else has been telling me that the games have something to do with their aggression. I used to be really strict about how long they were allowed to play, but since it’s their winter vacation I’ve been really lenient about it. They’re only going to get an hour of play time–that is, after they’re un-grounded. I’d love to invite Super Nanny or Nanny 911 over but I couldn’t stand them pointing out my parenting faults . I wish I knew what I was doing wrong *sigh*.

Changing the subject, we went all over the place today. Got the tires aligned and an oil change done on the Sentra, we walked downtown while the car was being serviced, paid both my JC Penny credits, went to the bakery that’s down the street to our lots, put gas, went to Bell’s Farm Market, went to see Gramma and then went home. The kids were so antsy by the time we left Gramma’s. I’m surprised they lasted as long as they did, though.

Gramma’s doing fine except that she has Shingles. Is that how you spell it? I haven’t done research on it, but the nurse told me it’s highly contageous, like chicken pox. Poor Gramma. They’re giving her medication (have been since the 1st–thanks for calling, assholes!), so I hope she gets better soon.

Oh, I forgot: Last night I got a call from that PRIVATE-prank-calling guy. Only it wasn’t the guy, it was the little boy who answered the phone the one time I returned the call (before they became psychos). While we were waiting for the Sentra this morning I got yet another call from that guy. First they were just silent and I said, “I TOLD you to STOP CALLING ME!”

I hung up and 15 minutes later the guy who’d left the message called. He appologized for the “prank caller” and said his friends must have gotten his phone numbers. By then the vein in my forehead was throbbing and I yelled, “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE MY NUMBER!? How did you get it? Do you even know who I am!”

He replied, “A friend of mine gave it to me.”

“Well,” I huffed, “Who gave it to you. What’s his name?”

“I don’t want to get him in trouble.”

I go back to thinking it’s someone from school so I ask what school he goes to and he said the high school in my city. He said he’s seen me around and wanted my number so he asked his friend for it. Who his friend is and who this guy is, is totally beyond me. I told him I was married and that I didn’t want him causing me any problems so to please understand he needed to quit calling. I’ve yet to find out how to block numbers, but I pray he won’t call again. It’s annoying. And scary because this dude knows who I am because he’s SEEN me. *shudder*

I feel sorry for whoever gave him my number. My God, if I ever find out….

I guess I’ll be heading to bed. Mom, the kids, and I are going to the City Garage Sale tomorrow. We’ll be getting there late, and I don’t have much to spend, but it’ll be cool to go since I haven’t gone since my birthday last year. LAST YEAR. Wow. It’s been a while. I certainly don’t need any more plush toys, so in a way maybe it was for the best LOL.

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I think I have a stalker.

I’ve been getting calls from a certain number and some from “PRIVATE” for the past few days at odd hours of the night (early morning, actually). At first I thought it was Ricci calling from her sister-in-law’s and that we were playing phone tag, but when I called back they told me nobody’d called me.

I got a call at 2:26a.m. and a guy left a message! He said:

Hey, que onda. You call me back okay, I really want to talk to you. I’ll be waiting for your call. Okay. Bye. Cuidate.

At first I thought it was Ricci’s cousin playing a joke on me, but I don’t think it’s him. I need to block private calls, I just don’t know how to go about it.

Maybe it’s some random caller. That happened to me once already, where a group of high school boys kept calling me because “they liked how I sounded”.

I’m thinking maybe it’s someone from school. There’s this group of guys who’re always saying things when my friends and I pass by them. For instance, there was a time Mayra, Ricci and I were walking to class and they were all standing against the walls next to our room. One of them busts out singing, “Every step she takes, every move she makes”. Mayra and I stared at each other wide-eyed when we got into the class and burst out laughing. Ricci, who was a few steps behind, walks in and said, “They said something about ‘I’ll be watching her'”. There’s also two guys who Rolando told me liked me, but they don’t hang out with that group of guys and hello, Rolando told them I’m married!

Maybe I’m being too paranoid, but this is just weird. How would any of them have my number, though? Not even my guy friends have my cell number. I need to tell Mario about this. They won’t stop calling and they only call after I’m sleeping.

[edit 7:55a.m.] I just got to school. I told Kim about it and she called the number they didn’t block and said she was returning the call. The exact same guy answered. I took the phone and asked who was calling and he said it must have been his cousin, David. The one I was talking to was supposedly Alan. Grr. I told him, “Well, I don’t know you guys so please quit calling me. Tell David too.”

I really need to block private calls![/edit]

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