yvett on the verge . . . . .

I'm exhausted. What's worse is that I did it to myself. I think I tried to take on too many things at once. I haven't had a free moment in a long time. I want to catch up on my blog, on reading my favorite blogs, on replying to emails (if you've sent me one, i'm not ignoring you, replies are on the way) and on finally getting this house looking great. My first priority is of course my family but you wouldn't know it with the way the house looks right now and all the nights we've had hot dogs or pizza for dinner. Tsk, tsk. I am now "Chairperson in Charge of Teacher Appreciation" for Brianna's school's PTA so that makes me a member of the PTA board which means I have to attend the meetings and get-togethers. I am also one of the room mothers for her classroom and we are "lucky" enough to also get homework from the teacher. I do random things for the classroom like prepare folders, staple dittos together, make goody bags and whatnot. I don't mind, it just takes up time. She also seems to have so much homework, though. She's also required to take some odd stuff to the classroom. Odd I mean because I never had to take things like this to school. Just in the past couple of weeks Brianna has had to take apples, a pumpkin, pomegranates, $2, $4, $6, (aside from lunch money, snack money and afterschool care fees) a bar of soap grated on a cheese grater, an apple snack and I'm sure some other things that I can't remember just now. It also seems that all the kids in her class have their birthday at around the same time. It's been birthday party time all of a sudden with several more still to come in November and December. I don't mind dedicating time to her and her school. I just wish I had enough time to do everything. Oh, and on bragging news, Brianna just got accepted into the gifted and talented program in her school. They said it was because her mommy was brilliant. Ok, they didn't but that's what I read between the lines. Yikes, I guess this means more work.
My work SUCKS. We had an "incident" and have been on a short leash ever since. I won't say what happened because it wasn't made public but I work at a bank and our safety was threatened, you figure it out. The managers have been in an awful mood since. I know its because they get grief from their own boss(es) but the work environment is not a happy place right now. On top of everything, I've been having to close the bank more often and when I do that, I don't get out of there until about 6:30, by the time I go get the kids, we end up getting home until like 7:30 or closer to 8:00. Then I still have to help Brianna with homework, try to have a late dinner,(I say "try" because by this time the kids already ate. I give them at least a little something so that we can all sit together for a while) give the kids a bath and try to get them in bed at a decent time. Things have been just as busy for Rodrigo. He works in Las Cruces which is a town away. His company is making changes and since he is one of the programmers, he's been working late then coming home and still working on his stuff. Besides work, he's had all sorts of crazy projects which I can't explain because I don't fully understand them.
I seriously thought I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown a couple of weeks ago. I was in the bathtub late at night thinking of all the things I had to do and I felt so tired. All I could do was start crying. I sometimes think that maybe if I didn't work I'd have more time. I'm seriously considering stopping. I mean, I don't earn a lot but have to pay daycare fees, A LOT more gas for the car than if I didn't work, lunch, and not to mention that I have no time with the kids. The thing is that I've always worked. I don't know how I'd feel not working. I think I'd feel like if I was begging Rodrigo for money. He says it wouldn't be like that, of course, but I'm still not convinced. Plus, where would I get my adult conversation? I don't know what to do because the way things are going right now, I'm doing too many things and nothing has my full dedication. Jack of all trades master of none. Brianna wants to get back into gymnastics or ballet and I don't even have time to take her anymore. On the other hand, those things are expensive and without my extra income, we'd be tight.
On top of everything our dryer isn't working properly. I always have laundry up the wazoo and now I have to dry things like three times before they're fully dry. No, it's not lint. That was the first thing I checked. We'll be getting that fixed this weekend hopefully.
Ahhhh, once again I'm the Debbie Downer of the bloggy world. My next post will be cheerful, I swear. I want to post some pics of lovely goodies by blog pals have sent me. Thanks, ladies. You guys TOTALLY make my day. I've taken my goodies to show off at work and all my co-workers say they wish they had cyberfriends like you. Ani, Jenn, Giao, Leslie, you guys have no idea how much your packages and emails make me feel when I'm having a crappy day. You guys make me so happy!
For now, I'm going to get ready for another long day. I won't be out again until closing time and I work tomorrow. Ugh. Sunday we're going over to my mom's to make green enchilladas (YUM!) and do some baking. My week is already full next week. I have a field trip with Brianna's grade, Thanksgiving dinner at her school, a meeting at work, a PTA board meeting, a PTA performance for the kids, I promised my grandma to take her to the groceries and some other stores, an eye exam, closing the bank only a couple of times and guess what? NOTHING planned on Friday! The bank will be closed and no other plans. Don't worry, I'll have plenty to do at home.
With all that said, have a good weekend. . . . . .

feeling: tired, of course
listening to: The Smiths (How Soon is Now)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: getting Alec ready

still neglectful

What can I say? Things are still very busy. Here and here are a bit of what we've been up to. Regular posts soon. I promise.

feeling: tired
watching: Extreme Makeover Home Edition
what I should be doing instead of blogging: getting ready for the week

video iPod

I feel like I've been neglecting my page and bloggy friends' pages. I've just been so busy this week. You know how that goes. I wanted to make a quick post, though, to tell you that I want one of these. Isn't that nice?!?!?! I love my iPod now and still use it everyday. I think I'd never stop using this one. There are shows I'm always missing or don't have time to watch. This way, I could watch them anywhere. I hope Santa Claus is reading this . . . .

feeling: busy
listening to: Coldplay (Speed of Sound)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: rewashing clothes with a chocolate stain

tag, I'm it

Ani tagged me. Here are my answers. . . .

7 things to do before I die

1. See my kids successful at whatever they do.

2. Travel more

3. Finish school

4. Look incredibly hot. (Shallow, I know, but I'd really like this)

5. Meet U2

6. Write a book

7. learn to design web pages

7 things I cannot do

1. Cook like my grandma

2. Pass a mirror without looking into it

3. Keep this house looking neat (TOYS, COMPUTER STUFF and MORE TOYS)

4. Over-analyze what people say

5. Stop eating hot Cheetos

6. Go somewhere looking frumpy.

7. Stop picking at my hair (checking for split ends and such)

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. Nose (I know that's weird but it's the first thing I look at)

2. Hair: This was like in high school and college. I liked the skater/surfer hair style. The boys I knew then that wore their hair like that are grown now and no longer have the same style, obviously. I still like that look, though, like in old pictures or movies.

3. Sense of humor

4. Hands. I like strong hands

5. Arms. I don't like big muscular arms but strong and defined

6. Intelligence

7. Conceipt/swagger/confidence <---- Yeah, a little confidence goes a long way

7 things I say most often

1. Something using "fist" or "punch": I'm pretty small, like short and I think it's funny to always be saying that I'm going to punch someone. I do this WAY TOO much. I'm always saying things like "How would you like my fist in your face?" or " I'll punch your face" This is playing around, of course, but I still say it quite often. Not at my kids or strangers, but I still manage to say it a whole lot. EVERY single time I talk to my brother, a lot to Rodrigo or while talking about someone that got me mad.

2. You love me/ You hate me: Depending on whether I like something or not, the person either loves me or hates me. At work they know I say this so now if I'm to do something not so fun they'll tell me "I don't hate you but . . . . "

3. No, Alec. No, Alec. No, Alec. (while running to him)

4. Hey, Rodrigo . . . .

5. A ver aqui: This one is quite dirty but funny. It requires a long explanation, so I'll just pass.

6. Brianna, please. . . .

7. Callese (shut up) again, not to the kids, but a lot.

7 Celebrity crushes

1. Johnny Depp

2. Ralph Feinnes

3. Rivers Cuomo (from Weezer)

4. Colin Firth

5. Hugh Grant

These two were my all-time hugest crushes

6. John Kennedy Jr.

7. River Phoenix

7 people I want to do this

1. Jenn

2. Michelle

3. Wyn

4. Margie

5. Giao

6. Alex

7. Vanessa


feeling: HAPPY! Rodrigo showed up with a U2 surprise for me today!!!!!!!!!!!!
listening to: U2 (Yahweh)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: putting Brianna to bed

U2 Edition

I hate to complain about free services but I was upset that Haloscan wasn't working for a while. Blogger was really slow too. Who knows, maybe it was just my computer.

So, anyway, if anyone out there is as much a U2 fan as I am (hint, hint, Ani) be sure to watch Conan O'Brien tonight. It will be a special U2 edition. I can't wait. I love Conan's humor and U2 is my all-time FAVORITE band. This is going to be good.

I only have a little while before I have to head out, but, wow, yesterday was a busy celebrity gossip day. Lindsay can't drive, Jessica & Nick are splitting up (again) then they're not, Tom & Katie are having a baby, Britney and her leech made a Paris style tape WHILE she was pregnant, Kaballah people are trying to recruit Oprah, all sorts of stuff. Anyway, I have to go now. . . .

feeling: busy!
listening to: Pixies (Alec Eiffel)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: leaving already!

my son Rodrigo

We were at a store last weekend and there were samples being passed out all over the place. I don't usually like to get the free samples because then I feel obligated to buy the stuff. Anyway. . . . .a lady was passing out little tea samples. I walked past her quickly to not get hounded but Rodrigo stopped. He sampled the tea, liked it and picked up a case. The lady then asked him if he wanted to take one for his mom. Rodrigo asked, "Who?", thinking that this lady knew his mom. (This is all according to Rodrigo, mind you) The lady then said "For your mom. Aren't you with your mom?" Rodrigo started laughing, explained that I was not his mom and ran over to rub it in to me. At first I didn't believe it but he insists she really said that. My only theory is that she didn't get a good look at me. I DO NOT look like I could be Rodrigo's mom. In fact, I tell him I think he looks older than me. Now he has this to show off about, though. Ugh! Crazy lady. We are the same age with Rodrigo just two months older than me. So, now I've been checking for wrinkles and wondering what would ever give anyone the idea that I could have a son in his late 20's. ARGH!

Ok, there are very few pics but if you're curious, go here.

feeling: OLD
watching: The Tonight Show
what I should be doing instead of blogging: getting ready for bed

i'm dumb at work too

There's a man that's one of our "regulars" at the bank. He goes at least twice a week. He's a doctor and I don't know where I got the idea that he was a dentist. I've thought that for about a year. The thing is that he has pretty bad teeth. The last time he went. . . .

me: I'd never go to that Dr. (insert his name here)
co-worker: Why not?
me: How good a dentist could he be and still have teeth that look like that?
co-worker: He's not a dentist
me: He's not?
co-worker: No, he's an eye doctor.
me: Really? I wonder who told me he was a dentist. (I stay quiet for a while) Well, I'd still never go to him.
co-worker: Why not?
me: He must not be a good optometrist if he can't see how bad his teeth are.
Co-worker and I both laugh. We're rotten people.

The other day I had some money from a deposit. I kept smelling something really good and was surprised to find out that it was the money. There was quite a stack of bills and they all smelled really good. Most of the money that smells in a deposit isn't too pleasant usually coming from bars. I asked my co-worker to come over and had her sniff the money as well.

co-worker: Wow. That smells really good
me: Doesn't it? I was surprised.
co-worker: (after smelling it again) It smells sort of like detergent
me: Yeah, like gain fabric softener
co-worker: Yeah!
me: Maybe they're "money launderers".
co-worker and me: Bwah! Ha! Ha!

Oh, and if you're wondering, the lady that made the deposit was no longer there and I wasn't at the bank lobby. She would've thought we were crazy to be smelling her money.

feeling: much better!
listening to: my crazy kids
what I should be doing instead of blogging: picking up toys