Category: License

Had to start a private journal since relatives read my blog. It’s just a password protected directory for now, but when I have time, and I get the balls, I might install WordPress with the PW protected entry option. I considered making a private entry on my LJ, but I have “friends” on there that I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting read about my private life. Anyway.

I don’t bitch about my in-laws much. I love them all dearly, as if they were my own flesh and blood. BUT. I don’t like the way my mom-in-law spends money and then is broke before her & my dad-in-law get paid again. We’re broke. We HAD $100 yesterday to last us the next week, that’s all. We went to Jorge and Maggie’s last night, and as a “peace offering”, I suppose, Mario buys a 24 pack of beer and some cigarrettes for himself. Something we didn’t need, but fine, whatever. Today he tells me he gave his mom $20, because he owed them to her and was going to lend her another $10. I tell him, “Wait. You didn’t owe her $20. You told me last time you weren’t paying her back because you took her and Noelia shopping at JCPenny with OUR credit card and we’re paying for it anyway. We don’t have any extra money, Babe.” (They spent about $160 on our card, yet I can’t fucking go shopping when I want to, yet we’re paying for it.) He snaps back, “Get the fuck over JCPenny already, Yajaira. I can do what I want with my money.”

Motherfucker.

If it’s ONE fucking thing I hate, it’s when he says that crap. I tell him, “Oh really? We’re back to that again? YOUR money?”

He was walking out the door to buy milk, since we ran out, and he says, “I can do what I want with our money, I don’t need to ask you what I can or can’t do.”

“Oh.” I reply, “NOW it’s ‘our’ money, right?”

I really hate when he says that. I loathe it. I don’t give a shit if he thinks it’s allowed because he’s angry, you just don’t say that crap. That’s what would cause all the fights around the time Jaylen was born. He’d become this arrogant asshole and seeing very well that I’d just had a baby, would bitch about how I didn’t do anything around the house, how I was worthless and how the money he made was his. Hmm…and then he wondered why I had post-partum depression. After a whole assload of talks about it, he finally changed. Lately though, he’s been doing it again. Doesn’t say I’m worthless or any of the other hurtful things he’d say, but he still brings money into it. That’s honestly why I’m in such a hurry to get my license, go to school and get a good job–because if “his” money isn’t “ours”, then I want my own. Let him run out of gas at the last minute because he’s lending everybody and their mama money just so they can friggin’ go to the movies with the whole family. I know that’s what Mary’s gonna do. I don’t wanna be rude or break into assumptions but that’s WHY she goes broke. She decides to invite everybody to the movies with her and she PAYS for EVERYBODY! Or she takes everybody to lunch or dinner. And it’s usually not me and the kids, either. God forbid anyone be seen with me and my loud kids. OR she wants to buy stuff that’s on sale in the ads. She just sent Mario out to get the Sunday paper for her. He couldn’t take me to the goddam Garage Sale, which I haven’t been to in months, because “we don’t have money”, but he can lend his mom $30 we don’t have? Grr.

And, oh my God, can I go off on another rant here? Jose, Elda and the kids are on their way from Yuma, AZ. They’re permanently moving down here. While they’re having their house built, they’re going to be staying with Yadira. Usually, when they’re down here for vacation or just come to visit, I’m volunteered to stay WITH ALL THE GODDMAN KIDS. Like mine aren’t wild and crazy on their own, I have to watch everyone else’s kids!? They go off on their merry way, to the movies, to eat lunch and don’t invite me, but leave their damn kids here. When the FUCK does anybody watch mine? The only damn time we get invited anywhere when “the whole family’s” down here is when Mario’s here. Since Mario works all day long, he’s not here, so we don’t get invited. And I swear, if Elda gets into one of her holier-than-thou talks, I WILL tell her something this time. I’ve taken enough shit from her and I’ve had it.

God. I can’t wait till we get our own house. To think we’ll be here another 2-3 damn years. IF Mario and I can stand eachother that long.

Whoo. That feels better . I could just be taking everything 1000x worse than it really is since it’s that awful time of the month, and I’m moody and my back is killing me, but I think I have a legitimate reason for feeling how I do. Here’s hoping that the day gets better *raises glass of chocolate milk*.

Yesterday was a pretty eventful day–meaning we got everything that we needed to do, done.

I woke up migraine-free, thank goodness. First thing we did was go to the storage unit to get the bed frame, headboard and twin bed box spring for Eenan’s bed. Mom isn’t using them and said we could use them for Eenan whenever we wanted. Since we took down Eenan and Jaylen’s bulky bunk bed about two months ago, we had Eenan’s mattress on the floor, so we decided it was about time we set up the bed.

After getting the bed stuff, we drove over to Aunt Nora’s to pick up John’s car so he can practice driving while he’s here. It’ll be much easier to get used to turns and the expressway where we live. Darn car wouldn’t turn on for a good 15 minutes until Mario messed around with something under the hood and then it roared to life. I drove home with John and Jaylen while Mario followed with Eenan in the van. When we got home he lectured me about how I was going 15 over the speed limit . Phooey.

Mario had a few things to do at work, so while he was gone I started on lunch. Beef tacos with the works, yum ! He got back and we started working on the bed. It looked really nice!

The kids had swimming lessons at 6 again, so we went. Mario got to catch up a little with Michael. Eenan did really well. Session 1 ends on June 9. We’re thinking of taking him back to Session 2–I think Eenan will definetly learn to swim if we take him to all the sessions. Jaylen wasn’t really doing what Michael was telling him to do, so Michael just played along and let Jaylen have fun. We’re not sure if we should take him back for the next Session or not, but I’ll ask Michael or Jorge if they think he’d do better. I’d feel bad leaving him at home with Mary while Eenan’s out having fun . I think we may take him back anyway. It’s only $15 for each of them. It’ll probably be the only thing they get to do this summer anyway, what with Mario working the hours he does and all .

After the kids’ lessons, we went to Wal-Mart to pick out a bed set for Eenan’s new bed. I really wanted to get Eenan this but we decided to check Wal-Mart first (since it’s much closer than Target), and if he didn’t like anything there then we’d go to Target. He picked out the Star Wars comforter and sheet set, which are really cute. Mario liked it so much he wanted one for our bed . Here’s what Eenan’s bed looked like when we were done:

Needless to say, he got a restful night’s sleep. He didn’t wake up once!

I really would have liked to have the shams for Eenan’s bed, too, but I didn’t see any at all.

We’ll be getting Jaylen’s little toddler bed a new set, too. We haven’t gotten him one in a while. I just dislike that they hardly have anything nice for toddler beds . He’s leaning towards the Spongebob Toddler Set. I just don’t like that the sheets are white!

All we got him was a new crib sheet, which is blue. We were getting him a microfiber Batman Pillow, but since we were using the self-checkout and the darn pillow didn’t have a barcode (just our luck!), we had to leave it behind. He woke up in the middle of the night and screamed, “My pillow! Where’s my pillow?!” Poor little guy; I felt so bad!

Gonna tidy up now and hopefully get a chance to surf the ‘net a bit more today. I have more laundry to do today. I don’t know what’s going on! Never have I had to wash so many times during a week .

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Yesterday morning I dropped Eenan off at school and left the cupcakes in the classroom. Ms. O. was there so we talked for a little bit about Krispy Kreme (they’re selling them at Circle K now–YES!) and her pregnancy. I came home, got Mario’s & Jaylen’s clothes ready and at 8:30 we left to the awards assembly. Poor Eenan didn’t get a thing . They were only giving Kinder and Pre-K awards for perfect attendance and of course, Eenan was sick a few times this year with Pnuemonia and had to miss. Had they given out awards for Honor Roll in Kinder, Eenan definetly would have gotten a trophy. Yes, a trophy. They were giving out trophys and a CD Player to kids with perfect attendance and a trophy and a BIKE for kids who made the honor roll. Luckily, Eenan already has both–so hopefully he didn’t feel too bad. If he said anything about it after school, Mario and I decided we’d go out and buy him a little trophy and engrave it for him since he did exceptionally well this year. He was one of the top 3 in reading, homework, and grades in his class–but of course they don’t count it yet . He didn’t seem upset at all though, so I felt a little less upset about it.

Right after the assembly, I dropped Mario off at home, picked John up and took him to the stadium for his graduation practice. I was so nervous driving over there, since the cops drive around that area and our darn left blinker has a habit of going out sometimes and they’ll definetly stop me for that. And hello, I have no license. But I did fine and there were no cops around .

I came home, chilled out all afternoon and then we picked Eenan up. Ms. O. had invited us to the party, which started at 2:30, but we didn’t get there till 2:40 and they close the darn gate by then . When they finally let us drive in, we went in to the school. Ms. O. was upset because McDonald’s–which is right across the expressway about 5 blocks down–still hadn’t brought the Happy Meals the school’d ordered for the kids at around 2. Some of the kids, like walking and bus kids, didn’t get to have one . There was 2 other moms there and between all of us we seperated all the fries and burgers and nuggets into ziplocs and passed them to the kids. Since they had some left over, she gave the other Mom’s toddlers and Jaylen a Happy Meal each…aww . We talked for a little bit and then said our goodbyes, which was so sad. Eenan hugged her and said, “I love you, Miss!” She hugged me and shook Mario’s hand and told us how we were great parents and we told her what a great teacher she was. She said to stop by next year and visit her and the baby LOL. I can only hope Eenan has a teacher as nice as her next year.

Tonight’s John’s graduation. I think I’ll start getting ready at 3:30, because I need that much time to flat-iron my hair, iron all the clothes and clean a little bit. We have to be there by 6pm. The kids have been…okay so far. They’ve already wrestled a few times, but at least they’re calm now. I haven’t pulled my hair out or screamed into a pillow yet, so we’re doing alright .

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