Category: Sadness

I don’t want to say I’m having a shitty day because, God forbid, it could be worse, but things aren’t exactly working out .

First, my darn cable keeps going out. I don’t know what’s going on, but since last night the internet’s been all wacky. For a while I thought we’d gotten some kind of virus or adware or something that was making the computer run really slow (and just our luck, we need to buy a new Norton becuase this one’s about to expire). I keep having to unplug and replug everything and it’s getting quite annoying.

I needed to send out a letter for Jessica so I got everything ready to send out. I was going to use John’s car since Mario’s at work and Noelia’s not here–and the damn thing doesn’t start. I tried and tried to start it and nothing. Big Mario tried helping me turn it on and said maybe the float thingy isn’t marking the gas correctly and it needs gas. It shows that it still has 1/4 of a tank, but I don’t think it does .

I was going to ask Mary if she could take me (since I wouldn’t dare drive her huge van) but Big Mario tells me she’s with the cops next door at their apartments. There’s a couple in apartment 1: an 18 year old girl who’s confined to a wheelchair and is about 6-7 months pregnant and her husband, who’s 37. In apartment 2 there’s a newlywed young couple. Apparently, the 37 year old forced his way into the other couple’s apartment and tried raping the girl. He was all drugged up. Thankfully the girl got away, ran out the back door and across the street to her parents house (didn’t know they lived there). At the same time, her husband arrived from work. The 37 year old refused to get out of the house–he barricaded the doors. The 18 year old gets here when the cops arrive and is, obviously, hysterical. I feel so bad for her . The girl who was assaulted and her family spoke to the 18 year old and hugged her. She left, sobbing, to her mom’s house I’m assuming. When they finally got him out, they told Mary they also found drugs in the apartment. They brought sniffer dogs, of whatever they’re called, too.

I had a bad, bad feeling about that guy. From the first time I ever spoke to him (which was when he came over to ask about the apartment and was waiting for Mary) and he kept making small talk and asked, “You have a lot of sisters, right?”, I felt really uncomforable. I don’t even go outside to check the mail or throw the trash out–I let John or Mario do it–just to avoid having to speak/look at that guy. I wonder what they’re going to do to him? I just feel bad for his wife. They’re with Housing, so they’ll most likely kick them out. I hope the girl’s mother has a stable place for her to stay (but I really don’t think she does ).

(…about 30 minutes later…) Just got back from Mary’s. 2 guys (probably his brothers) and his mother were over there throwing all kinds of things out of his car. They even threw the girl’s wheelchair out and left it next to the trash can–wonder what that was all about? They got envelopes and stuff–drugs? I don’t know. The mom came back and Mary went over there and got the key from her. Supposedly her daughter-in-law gave her the key and she was only coming back for her lamp and TV. They’re blaming the 18 year old for all this (since she admitted he did drugs in the morning in the bathroom) and I’m scared for her. Shit, I’m scared for us! These are scary people. Mary put a restraining order on him–he can’t be near the house or the apartments. I’m afraid his “people” will get all pissed off because of that, or him even, and go psycho on us.

Anyway, wanted to take the boys to the library, but of course, the stupid car doesn’t work . We’re going to do absolutely NOTHING today and I don’t want to be here with all the crazies in the neighborhood.

Doesn’t help that I’m PMSing either…

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I’ve been hacking up a lung since I woke up this morning. I was feeling SO much better yesterday–there was the occassional nose-blowing, but that’s about it. Now, I can’t go 10 seconds without coughing. Doesn’t help I had Cheerios with sliced bananas and milk. The milk produces more damn phlem. My damn chest is hurting .

Mario didn’t get home from work last night till 3:30am! He normally goes in at 10am, but went in at 9am because he had an alarm to do. He did 6 of his own cars, finished his last one at 8:30, owner picked it up at 9 and then he stayed to help Jorge, Albert and two other guys finish up 3 cars the boss said they “had” to get done. So they stayed till 3am. That’s just horrible. And instead of giving them slack–and say, letting them go in a little later–oh no, they had to go in at 9am again. Grr. Poor Mario’s so burned out and it’s barely Tuesday!

Grandma Chelo, my Dad’s mother, passed away this weekend . I found out on Saturday, only because Dad’s ex- bitch mistress is the one who called to tell me. Well, she only has Mary’s number, not ours, so she called and gave Mary the message. I really don’t like her. I don’t know why she has to call when she’s not even family. Dad called yesterday, and probably didn’t call sooner only because he was so distraught. I feel almost guilty that I didn’t break down when I heard. Mario said not to be hard on myself as I hadn’t seen her in years, since I was about 12 or 13 I think, and we weren’t very close after that. I’m just glad she isn’t suffering anymore. I heard her last few years were an uphill battle for her . I feel terrible I didn’t get to see her, but in a way, I’m kind of glad I remember her as I do–she was a very strong woman–and not when her health was deteriorating.

Yadira’s birthday get-together was nice. The women sat around the table mostly talking about weight loss and other girly things. Mary made lasagna and salad, which was delicious. Mary used some cucumbers from Grandpa Dario’s (flourishing!) garden…they were seriously the most ripe, crunchy cucumbers I’ve ever eaten. He’s got watermelons and just about everything growning in his garden. I can only wish for a green thumb…I’m surprised the Ivy mom gave me is still alive!

After Yadira’s party we went to visit Tia Alicia and Tia Aurora, who’s visiting from California. Bless Tia Alicia’s heart, who said I looked much, MUCH thinner than the last time she saw me. I beg to differ, but I’ll take any compliments .

Well, Jaylen’s up and I have (more) laundry to do and REALLY need to clean out the turtles’ tank, so this will be all. Jackie’s gotten so big…she’s bigger than Squirt and he’s much older than her! I hope his growth wasn’t stunted for being the the tiny tank they gave Yadira .

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I’m having a *wonderful* morning. The past two hours everyone’d been getting ready since they’re going to the mall and God knows where else and, as usual, we weren’t invited. By “we”, I mean the kids and I. Who wants to be seen with me and my screaming children? I know they’re bad…but I still think it’s kind of…rude. Mario and I’d been over at Mary’s for a few minutes while he ate breakfast. So, feeling a bit offended, I came back to my house after Mario left to work and after hearing everyone discussing where they were going and whatnot. Then, just a few minutes ago as everyone was leaving Eenan sees Mary out the window and screams that he wants to go, too. Jaylen hears him and starts screaming HIS head off that HE wants to go as well. Knowing Jaylen wouldn’t be taken with them I said that no, if he wasn’t going, Eenan wasn’t either. So anyway, there’s all this screaming and finally I just say that no, they’re not going anywhere, no matter how much they complain. They’re calm now but on top of feeling how I already was, I was left with two shrieking kids. Always a lovely way to start a day .

Anyway, Aunt Nora called yesterday morning and said Mom was at the doctor but they wouldn’t be seeing her till after 1pm and if we could stop by and take her some lunch since she hadn’t even eaten breakfast. Since Mario had the day off and we were going to be in town, we picked up a grilled chicken salad and water for her from Sonic (Jaylen played for a little while in the “club house” as he calls it). I was shocked when we saw Mom…her eye looked horrible. She barely had it open, it was so swollen. While she waited to be seen, we went to Michael’s where Mario got me a whole bunch of scrapbooking supplies–my Mom’s Day present from him, which I’m super thrilled with . It was almost $50 worth…scrapbooking’s expensive! The most costly things were the Fiskars 12×12 paper trimmer and the packs and packs of embellishments I got. I’m in love with the paper trimmer. I trimmed Eenan’s school pictures yesterday while at Yadira’s with such ease! I’m hopefully going to start on my Disneyworld page, Eenan’s Graduation page, two baby pages for the boys, one titled “Brotherly Love” which’ll feature all the pictures I’ve collected of the boys hugging eachother, one called “Frogs, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails” featuring them playing and all that cute ‘boy’ stuff, and finally, one featuring pinks and Hello Kitty stickers for my birthday pictures. It just dawned on me though that I don’t have any alphabet stickers. I’ll probably write them out with map colors or something . I didn’t really get to look around (peacefully) as much as I would have liked since Jaylen was due for a nap and was beyond fussy. You could hear him screaming throughout the store . What was cute though, was that Mario was actually looking at the embellishments and stickers with me and even picked out the alphabet stickers for Eenan’s graduation page .

We went back to Mom’s doctor and waited for what felt like forever. I went in after I became impatient and they finally called her in. The doctor checked her and I told him my theory–what if she got that infection in her eye because it’s just a regular “Pink Eye” but since she has diabetes it got out of control–and he said that yes, it’s very likely. I never want to get diabetes . I hope she gets better very soon. She has her medications now so hopefully they help her out. She’s off of work until Monday, and those bastards (her bosses) better not give her crap about it. Grr.

I think I’m going to start with my scrapbooking. I was going to mop but eh, I don’t feel like it.

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