Daddy was in the bathroom brushing his teeth while I went in to ask him a question. He gave me the muffled "mmhmmm" answer I was looking for and I watched for a moment as he brushed his tongue.
"You would have made a great gay man, you know."
He gave me a puzzled look. "Mmm?"
"It doesn't look like you have a gag reflex…"
Yeah, I got pushed out of the bathroom.
LOLOL!!!!
Today my mother boards a plane to beautiful, sunny, vacation-esque
My fingers sit on this keyboard and I can't even think of any words to say…
Her flight will be seven hours long, a trip that usually takes three hours from here, but there are two layovers. One is in
They are the last two to join the bunch already there…except of course for the one aunt that LEFT the island on a vacation…
I went to my mother's house last night so she could see the babies before she left, and I wanted to cry because I saw the way she hugged them a little longer. She too knows that someday everyone will have to make this trip for her…"when you get older it's what you think about." She said to me. I think about it now…I wanted to say to her. But I just nodded.
She will be back in two weeks. By then I imagine that they would have already cremated my aunt (her wishes) and my mother will return to her normal routine, minus the daily phone calls to her dear sister. The phone calls actually stopped once they put her into the coma…but now there won't even be the 'checking in' phone calls to the hospital…
My mother says it would be better for her to pass on already instead of be in this pain, she says it's better for her to watch us from the sky instead of through the haze she sees everyone through now. What a great way to see things…but who wants to let anyone go, really?
No matter how hard you pray…
It was our friend in the accident. He got T-boned by a Scion TC at an intersection who ran a red light. He got banged up pretty bad, his car went into a pole, he hit the steering wheel. His face looks like he got into a scrapping match with Mike Tyson and he lost one if his front teeth. He can't even stand up right now, the docs are not letting him go home until the swelling goes down on his legs to see if he has any damage because the X-Rays are coming up inconclusive.
The car, obviously, is totaled, but he is ALIVE.
Alive.
Phew…
Am I a mega-bitch for deliberately sending my son to my mother's house last Saturday – for the day- when I knew that there was a birthday party at the Selfish Bitch's house upstairs?
Am I a super mega bitch for wanting to send my daughter, too? I didn't send her because then it would have been too obvious since Daddy and I had no where to go… but my mother took Little Man to see the Horton movie and kept him with her all day long. So OOPS! He missed the party…what a shame.
Yes, I did it on purpose. I didn't want to start a fight so I didn't flat out tell Daddy that I didn't want my kids to go, but he knew. I'm sure he has an idea that I sent Little Man away on purpose, but he isn't saying anything. Besides, I would deny it.
My MIL called me when she didn't see Little Man and asked me but I told her that he and my mother had this date set for weeks (it was more like hours!) and she was upset because she doesn't get to see the kids often. I felt bad but I didn't regret my decision. If I could keep my kids away from that bitch permanently…well, I'd be happy. I don't want her pettiness and bitchiness rubbing off on my children.
Here's a kicker- my daughter is eleven months old tomorrow, and she doesn't have any teeth. Not a one. Don't get me wrong, she has gone through months of 'teething' where she gets swollen and her mouth bothers her and she drools and chews on everything, but it stops and no teeth have come out. Has anyone been through this? My son popped his first teeth out at 4 months…so I don't know what the hell is going on. Her year old well visit is next month and if she hasn't sprung anything yet, I'm going to see what the doc says. My sister (dental hygienist) tells me not to worry, but I still am. Any thoughts?
My sister and I are buying my mother's plane ticket this week…
I went to my mother's house yesterday and she was already getting huffy & puffy with another of her sisters, one she didn't grow up with and had almost no communication with until she was about 30 or so…well this sister, we'll call her Elder, since she is one of the eldest sisters of the bunch, well she refuses to go see my aunt in the hospital. She lives in
Are you fucking kidding me? They have all but read her her last rights and your playing this game? Your operation was MINOR, you had no health risks AT ALL, the doctors and nurses did not tell your family to call everyone BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING TO DIE. You were not in a coma. You were not in COMPLETE KIDNEY FAILURE. You were not going in to HEART FAILURE. You were not depending solely on machines to keep you BREATHING long enough for your family to come to your bedside you FUCK.
I know that people deal with death and these situations differently, but seriously?
SERIOUSLY?
Elder has actually booked a vacation to NYC for this week and possibly next week, so if my aunt passes in that time (which is about 95% sure that she will) she will not be there. And obviously will not be there for the funeral…
Now my mother's all emotional about it and trying to keep peace among the rest of the sisters who are starting to get angry at Elder, which is stressing her out even more…
Fuck you, Death. Really.
Despite the fact that I've been answering e-mails and phone calls all day about the impending death in our family…there was something I wanted to share that I was excited about.
PINKS!
They are coming to the racetrack we frequent in
We don't know what cars will be there, but it will be exciting and I will hope to be able to post pictures of the event…hopefully I find my camera by then.
I'm hoping to be able to take Little Man…but we're not too sure about that yet…
She's not doing well at all, my aunt. The call has been made to all the brothers and sisters to book their flights ASAP. She doesn't have much time…
My mother called me last night in hysterics, that was really all I could get out of her…
This fucking sucks.
There are certain things you don't say to a person. You can think them in your head all you want, but for them to come out of your mouth – in front of someone –noooooooooooo…..
Fire – as this woman will be called. Not because she was fired, because she wasn't, she totally gave her two weeks and finished them off. Her name will be Fire because she acted like one, single-handedly destroying things that were in her way. Intentional? A lot of people here think so. She had many enemies. There was actual cheering after she walked out the door last Friday.
Well, I worked with Fire three days a week, and I dreaded them. I work with two other people that I love, but Fire…oh my God.
Let me give you a quick story that happened just the day before Fire and I butted heads: Another co-worker and I were in the break room. She had heard me speaking Spanish to a client and commented on how she would have never in a million years have been able to understand what I was saying. I laughed. She asked me where I was from and I told her "Well, born in
Nice enough conversation, right?
Well, the NEXT DAY Fire heard me speaking to a client, but I was speaking ENGLISH. "Where are you from?" She asked me. "
*Did you just hear tires screeching in your head?*
"I have a heavy accent? That's funny, I just had someone tell me that I had no accent."
I shut up. I was flooded with work I didn't want to chit-chat.
She waited a minute…then asked "Do people ever ask you if you're illegal?"
*more tires*
I looked at her and said "No, no one would ever dare ask someone else that kind of question."
I walked away from my work.
I spoke to another girl and asked her if she heard an accent when I speak, she laughed at me thinking I was joking. I told her the story. She suggested I go to HR. I shrugged. Daddy said the same thing. I shrugged again. The next day she gave her two week notice, so I didn't say a word. Why bother if she was leaving anyway, right?
It has actually become somewhat of a joke here now, if I say something to someone I excuse myself and say "I'm sorry if you can't understand me due to my heavy puertorican accent…" because I can laugh at it…but there are still certain things you JUST don't say…
Is it okay to talk abut an ex-co-worker, because they quit? Especially since she infuriated me so much that it took everything in me to not punch her in the eye? Twice?
Let's take a poll-
I have a story to tell- she finished off her last two weeks this past Friday- is it okay to talk about her?
No one wants to hear it, no one wants to go through it. But sometimes it is inevitable. (IT"S NOT ME AND DADDY!)
Our friends, S & K, whom I have written about here before, have come to the end of the rope. It saddens me, Daddy and I introduced them but we never thought they would end up married with a child. But they did…and now they are talking about drawing up the papers soon. S tells us that they have been having problems for a while (we knew that, it was obvious, really.) but he said that all of a sudden she came to him and said "It's over."
I feel for them.
They are both great people…
The plague is still lurking in my house. But at least it's only coming out of one end (the bottom end) for both kids. Food is going in and staying in, and that's what I care about. I did call the doctor yesterday since we hit the one week mark for the plague, and I was getting kind of worried. The RN told me that the plague was running strong this year, and sometimes the mushy butt stays fro up to two weeks. TWO WEEKS? Of mushy butt? Bleeecccchhhhhh… that's something to look forward to, really, I love the midnight bursts my daughter has been giving me, makes the room smell nice and….
Oh who am I kidding? PLAGUE- GET THEE OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!
Today looks like it may be a slowish day, I'm hoping to sneak in some reads, I really miss you guys.
#END
Come on over, I'll bleach ya!
The plague has attacked my home. Thursday Ms. Diva threw up in her sleep. I woke up thinking she was just coughing but something made me check her. She was covered in it…and the poor thing didn't even wake up. Too bad I had to wake her up to get her cleaned. It was 1:30 a.m. Just as soon as I put the second set of pj's on her, up came some more. Fun. I camped out in the living room with her so that she could just puke on the floor and I could clean it easily. We didn't get back to sleep till 5:45. Little Man went with Daddy to the sitter so he wouldn't catch it.
HA.
Saturday it hit Daddy and Little Man. Both of them were laid out with things coming very quickly out of both ends. (I'm sure Daddy will appreciate my sharing that with you.) As of yesterday, they could both eat again without worrying. Diva is better but her bottom is still kinda mushy, but only once a day, so that's okay…
The funny thing that I noticed while I was talking to Daddy was how we evolve as mothers. When Little Man had the plague for the very first time I cried every time he threw up and I was on the phone with the pediatrician every hour asking about pedialyte and dehydration and such things. The second time it hit, I was pregnant with Diva, I was throwing up right alongside Little Man. This time around (Little Man's third time and Diva's first time.) I just made sure the floor was clear of any toys and clothes before they leaned over. I had the mop set in hot water, the
How horrible is that?
I hate that I can't write about work. Do you know how exciting this place would be if you guys knew what was going on everyday?
I actually saw a fellow co-worker on blogger the other day, I think she was just reading, though, but I'm not too sure. I really wouldn't want to tell her about mine, because then I wouldn't be able to talk freely about things knowing she would be reading…
I may have to ask her like I'm just curious, and see if she writes and see if she has been getting away with it for the past four years she's been here…
Sometimes people don't do anything to anyone else, and they get provoked anyway. Sometimes all you want to do is stay out of everyone's way and live your own life, and take care of what you have to take care of, and people still fuck with you.
I'm tired.
Daddy's sister is provoking me to the point that I envision myself jumping on her and kicking her face in. Bad, isn't it? I keep trying to ignore it, I keep trying to stay away, but she seeks me out.
There was almost an incident last night and if I hadn't left the house I would have pushed her down the stairs. It's horrible because she lives on the second floor of where I live, it's not like I can totally avoid her.
Daddy knows I'm trying so hard to stay away, he knows I don't say a word to her, and she still…
I'm tired.
Daddy said the magic words I've been dying to hear for so long…
"Let's move out."
He finally understands. What breaks my heart is that my MIL called me the other day, crying and asking me why Daddy said the things he said…I had no idea what she was talking about. She told me he had told the Bitch upstairs that he was going to move far away and they weren't going to be seeing him. At first it didn't click. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks…he's tired too. My MIL is not a bad person, I don't know why he would have said none of them were going to see us…so I asked Daddy where he planned on going that we weren't going to see her anymore…"Anywhere. Just far from here. Wanna move out of state?"
I wouldn't mind moving out of state, I just hate leaving everyone behind.
I'm tired.
I've found the word that is worse and more annoying than "No."
"Why?"
Oh. My. GOD. It's like fingernails on a chalkboard. At first I was answering him and telling him why…but then it started being asked after everything.
"Little Man, come in the room so we can get you dressed."
"Why?"
"Little Man, can you put this in the fridge, please."
"Why?"
"Good night, baby."
"Why?"
GRRRRR!!!!
Stop it! I hate it! Yeah, kids are curious and whatnot but this is just ridiculous!
Hate it hate it hate it hate it…
Awesome it transferred…I love this handwriting style. It's actually what my real handwriting is like. (If it's not really legible to you let me know…)
So my children are not baptized yet and I get a lot of shit about it from (who else???) MY MOTHER. She grew up in a family that the child had to be baptized within the first year of life. No if, ands or buts about it. My son is three and a half. My daughter in ten months old (today!) and I still have not gone to church to have them baptized. I'm evil. I'm going to burn in hell.
I have actually already gone to the church and spoken to the priest about getting them baptized and it looks like it will be done in May even though I am the evil incarnate and never attend church services.
But here's what gets me…I am not the religious type by far. I don't go to church. God and I have…an understanding let's say. I have had my time in church and things happened and I decided to stop going. I never stopped believing in God. I did yell and scream and blame God when the miscarriages happened, I doubted, don't we all? Don't we all have our issues with this higher power…?
The other day my mother sends me an e-mail about the baptisms, (I would copy and paste it but it's in Spanish) and at the end she said something along the lines of my son always being sick because he hasn't been baptized.
Here's where my issues come up- my son has no say over getting baptized, so why is he being punished with his allergies and his asthma and all his other crap if I'm the one who hasn't baptized him? Is he being punished for my lack of attendance in religious services?
She thinks that the higher powers do this to people who 'disobey', that they get punished.
Chalk this up to my incompetence as a mother.
Anybody got any points of view? I don't want an argument about religion here…I'm not trying to push buttons, but I'm curious to see what people think about this particular sitch.
Meanwhile there is no change on things with my aunt. Things are really not looking well. And I have no money to go out there for the funeral…
I just want to see if this handwriting style transfers over….
My aunt in
She is in a coma. The doctors put her into this coma so they could figure out why she is having seizures. They won't take her out of the coma. They don't think she will make it if they do.
Arrangements are being made for her mentally-challenged daughter and adopted grand-daughter (so that would make her her daughter, right?) to go live with another aunt of mine.
My mother's favorite sister, the one she was closest to growing up…she lived with her after the birth of all three of her children to help her out (this was before my mother even got married) and after moving to the US always went back every. single. summer to visit her.
She has diabetes (it runs in the family, most of the siblings have it) and she had to have both her legs cut off within the last five years.
There's something else they want to do, some kind of exploratory surgery to look in her heart…but the seizures are preventing them from doing that. My grandmother passed away during an exploratory heart surgery when I was five. History is trying to repeat it self. My mother says it's a good thing that they can't do the surgery…that way she won't go the way their mother did…but a cousin of mine that has been at the hospital says it's looking bad either way.
Fucking Shit.
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Can someone tell me- does green beer taste the same as regular beer? I've never had it…not planning to, but still curious…
Happy St. Pat's to you all…
