I used to think people were being overly dramatic when they would complain about their mother-in-laws.  Especially after I met my mother-in-law, and she seemed like such a wonderful person.  How could I been so mistaken?!  There is very little wonderful about that woman.  And I'm not a person to hold a grudge, but she has been pushing things too far lately.  For example, the catty comments are beyond getting on my nerves already.  This morning when I dropped off the girls, here's a few of the snarky remarks she made:

To my 3 year old, "Oh, why are you wearing flip-flops?!  You know you can't walk in flip-flops!"  When, in fact, she can walk perfectly fine in flip-flops, thank you very much.

To my 18 month old, "Ewww, you smell horrible!"  She was dramatically sniffing the child's neck.  "And look how dirty your face is!"  She did NOT smell.  She was not filthy, either!  For the record, there was a little bit of milk on her face.  So sue me.  They had just been woken up 20 minutes ago.  I didn't think I needed to have them squeeky clean for a little trip to Grandma's.  

To me, "I tried all afternoon to get ahold of you.  I called you and I called you, but you never answered.  I even called your Mom's house, but she said you were with your amiga."  That might not sound too irritating, but it was all in the tone of her voice and the way she said "amiga".  She does not like my amiga AT ALL, and I guess she was trying to point out how evil it was for me to be hanging out with her.

Reading through those, they aren't too horrible of comments.  But I am sick of that lady.  I am so sick of that woman.  Sick, sick, sick...  Honestly, I did see that she called ONCE on my cell, and I ignored it.  I'm sick of her drama.  I'm sick of her calling my husband and making up things to try to get me into trouble with him.  LISTEN LADY, IT AIN'T GONNA WORK.  Two can play that game...  Don't make me go there!

Enough bitching about my mother-in-law...  I feel loads better after getting that off of my chest.  

I'm sitting here at work...  Exciting, huh?  Saturdays are pretty low stress, though.  We only issue the drivers advances today.  If they want anything else, they just have to call back on Monday.  

One of my friends (not the so-called evil amiga) just called to see if I wanted to go eat with her.  No estas viendo, mujer?!  Quiero rebajar!  I don't want to be a fatty anymore.  Oh well...  I still have to eat.  I'm pleased that she thought of me in the first place.  I wonder where she wants to go eat.  Mmmm... Golden Corral sounds good.  But that just screams "lard ass".  Maybe I should stray away from the buffets...

Tomorrow is our first soccer game.  I'm nervous and excited at the same time.  I'm so afraid that I'm going to do something idiotic, like pass the ball right to the other team, or kick the ball into the other team's goal.  Or what if, being in the out-of-shapeness that I am in, I get winded after ten minutes and can't go on...?  I won't think about the negative.  Maybe it will be a blast, and we'll score awesome goals and win by far.  A girl can dream...  Speaking of dreams, I dreamed last night the soccer game ended 46 goals to 61.  What the hell?!  If you know anything about soccer you'd know it'd be practically impossible to get scores that high!!!  We lost, by the way...  (sigh)

I'm going to end this entry now... I can't wait to get off of work and go get my girls!  Yay...

Tags: amiga, buffet, mother-in-law, soccer
Current Location: work
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Ninel Conde - Callados

Something has been pushing me lately to leave my older LJ and start up something new.  Even though I like to have LJ friends, and especially enjoy giving and receiving comments, I just felt like there wasn't enough privacy.  Its hard to explain, to be honest.  And I know there is a handy little filter feature, but it was far too much work for me to sit and ponder everyone I wanted to filter my entries from, and to make the entries completely private isn't a very fun option, either.  Part of it could also be that I'm not the same person I was over two years ago when I started the old LJ. 

Boring, boring.  I know.  

I'm a pretty easy person to get along with.  I've come a long way from the loser I was in high school.  I can be immersed in just about any social gathering and at least find someone to chat with, if not leave the place with a pal or two.  I can also be quite the bitch when provoked, though, but you'd really have to irk me to catch a glimpse of my bitchy side.

I'm married to a Mexican.  My best friend is Mexican.  My two beautiful little girls are half-Mexican.  The guys I talk to on the phone at work would swear up and down that I am Mexican as well.  But, no, I'm not.  A quick learner, yes.  Mexican, not so much.  I'm as white as Wonder Bread.  Things started changing for me when I met my husband, since he didn't speak very much English.  Our first few dates we took along my best friend as a translator.  Fast forward a year, and I was speaking choppy Spanish.  Lots of Spanglish thrown in, tons of words mispronounced, but I was trying.  Jump ahead another year or two, and I was working as a Spanish-English translator.  The language was something I was fascinated with, and I tried as hard as I could to pick it up quickly.  People ask me all the time how I learned.  I don't know, exactly, but being around the language as much as possible helped tons.  

As for my husband, his English is coming along.  He still has a way to go, but he's working on it.

Anyway, I'm about 40 pounds heavier than I would like to be.  My most recent weigh in had me weighing a beefy 192 pounds.  This next tid bit is probably the most depressing thing I've ever typed.  I haven't even allowed myself to THINK the words, and here I am spilling them out into the open.  Well, 192 is only about 10 pounds lighter than I was the day before I gave birth.  Sexy, huh?  My stomach is a depressing sight.  Stretch marks, cellulite, jigglyness, and overall flab pretty much sums it up.  

So... in order to combat this problem, I signed up for a soccer league.  I haven't touched a soccer ball since I was 15.  Two weeks into the season and I still wonder what the fuck was I thinking...  Sports are a passion of mine, though.  Soccer, especially.  I'm hoping my being more active, and trying (TRYING being the key word!) to limit my calorie intake, that I'll have to lose some weight eventually.  I want my blubbery tummy to be GONE!  Gone!

This wasn't as long as I'd hoped, but its good enough for now.  I have to work tomorrow, so I better call it a night.  Good night!

Tags: fat, mexican, soccer, spanish, weight
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: K-Paz De La Sierra - Procuro Olvidarte