sunday...fun day?

Sunday, a day off and nothing to do. I must've gotten home from work at about 9:30 that morning. I didn't know the kids were there but it was nice that they slept over. I've realized they're all super sweet and nice when they first wake up. All hugs from each. Well...more like they put their heads on my belly and I have to hug them. Their arms never go around. But still nice.

Damian was surprisingly sweet. To me anyway. For the first time I actually got to spend some time with my super powered nephew/godson. We were playing a baseball game on the ps3. Killing time cause there wasn't anything else to do. The girls were getting ready cause jhen was gonna take them to the city. When Dmac finally beat me, I decided to go take a shower so I can get some rest cause I worked the night before.

After the shower, I went straight to jhens bed (its actually my bed. But jhen coincidentally made it back to NY the same day my furniture came in....how is that possible? Quien le dijo? ). I hung my towel on the hook that's behind my bedroom closet. I don't normally put it there, she does, but since jhen went away for her and mikes birthday celebration, then over to Cali, and then to the canyon grand, which btw I told her to take the helicopter ride, I took advantage and used the hook.

So as jhen went to grab "my" towel, she felt it wet and then shouted at me asking if I just used "HER" towel. I said no! That's MY towel, and started to gag. Shit was nasty. I literally tried to close my eyes and hope it was all just a nightmare. But with the tears coming down my face, I knew it wasn't. Jhen and I were going back and forth at each other saying how its not yours its mine. APPARENTLY! When jhen came back there was NO towel hanging there. Probably because my mother entered my room (possibly looking for loose change) ended up seeing a towel there and assumed it was dirty and put it in the hamper.

Jhen must've picked out a similar green and white towel cause that's what I had also used. With all the gagging and shouting coming from the both of us. My father was in the next room and decided to come over and ask what was going on. With my hands covering my eyes cause at this point I couldn't look at jhen. I told my father "nada viejo, solamente que yo me seque la cara con las nalgas de Yenny! ". It was a complete disaster. I don't know how long I've been using jhens ass to dry myself off, but I don't want to know. I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

When I woke up the girls were gone. Damian was in Kenny's room still playing. I felt bad that he was left alone so I hung out with him. I needed to step out to the bank so I asked him if he wanted to come with me and then after I'll take him to the park. He said ok. As I'm waiting for Damian to get ready, he goes and gets his sneakers. Pulls out his socks from inside and puts them on. Now this is where I got stuck. #1- he had on shin high socks which looked like he tried to get them to his knee caps. #2- I couldn't figure out what color they were supposed to be because they were white around, and grey at the bottom which reached to his ankles. Were they dirty!? Has he caught on to fonz's legacy of reusing socks if they don't Smell bad? I didn't know. And finally #3- his sneakers were black on the top. Orange on the bottom. His shorts were grey. And he had on a baby blue shirt. Did fonz dress him? I was so confused.


As I finished making my deposit. I told Damian, let's take a walk to the park. He said he just wanted to walk around. I said ok, that's cool. When we got to the corner he wanted to make a right. I said ok. And I asked him where do you want to walk to? "Just around" he said. When we got to the corner he ends up making another right. Now I didn't catch on right away but I got the distinct feeling that this slick son of a bitch just wanted to take me around the fucking block. So I asked him. "Damian, did you really want to walk around or just around the block!? " he says "I don't know! " sucking his teeth as if he was confused. So i asked again "what do you want to do? " he took a long pause and When I looked up, We were already in front of the house...

Thrown under the bus..

Have you ever been thrown under the bus? Not literally of course. By no other than the people who "love you"? Well I have. Monday, Mireya was home. Doing her usual cooking and cleaning. Followed by some cleaning after the last cleaning. I'm getting ready to hop in the shower when she tells me that Fonz is on his way over to drop the kids off cause the "obliteraters" have a softball game to play. I laugh at the name sometimes because when I ask him who won he says "they did"...MAYBE, they should change their name to the "obliteratED".


Anyway..as my mother waits for fonz and is done cleaning the kitchen area which to her should be spotless I might add at all times. Even while you are cooking. She goes and takes a look at the living room before the kids get there and make a mess. I don't know where she was looking exactly. I was in my room getting my stuff ready before I jumped in the shower. I heard her yelling towards my father "WHO left a stain on my sofa!! And didn't clean it up?" At this point she's cursing out the world and probably regretting telling Fonz that she would babysit for him.

My father comes out of the room and checks out the sofa. I'm in my room (jhens room) making a face while shaking my hands saying damn!!! Fonz is gonna hear it when he gets upstairs!!..what did I know? My father ends up telling her "yo no se quien fue. Lo que yo se, es que junior y yennifer son los unicos (he said LOS UNICOS!) Que comen ensima de los muebles" ....seriously? What a bitch ass snitch!


First of all, he couldn't just say the living room. No. He had to specify and say the furniture. I don't even think he even considered trying to save any of us. For all I know, he was mostly concerned about his own life. Me. Im not gonna lie, I was scared like a lil biOtch. After I heard him put the blame on me, I ran in the bathroom. I'm not ashamed of it. Now I'm not gonna lie. I, too, have thrown someone under the bus. But none of you really know the wrath that is Mireya. When she yells or screams, it makes the hairs on my arms stand up. Puts a ringing in my ears and she can be 50 feet away from you.


I remember watching TV in her room...while eating dinner on her bed. You're all probably saying no wonder my father blamed me. Ok so what, he may have a point but protect me damn it. Mireya won't kill him and he knows it probably because he has no life insurance with the colonial Penn yet. I ended up spilling a little bit of juice on the carpet, on her side of the bed. I still had a full plate of food in my hands. Do you really think I was gonna get up? What if I did? What if I went to get paper towels? She would've questioned me. Why? Cause she's ALWAYS in the damn kitchen! Then she would've followed me back into the room to see what I was up to. I didn't want all that pressure. Cause then she would've kicked me out and I would've had to sit at the table and feel like I was on time out. So..I left it there. I continued eating.

With every bite, the shaking of my hands and the fork clinking against my teeth as I took food in. I was scared. I was scared that any moment now mireya will walk through that door and step on the spill. I began to sweat. Not on my face but my pits. The damn sweat was running down my arm cause it knew something bad was coming. Mireya. She came in and began to pack shit in her closet. Taking stuff out of one luggage and putting it in another. The room was fully lit cause I had the ceiling light on. Before she stepped out she goes to me while shutting the light off, "hijito porque no prendes la lampara?" She didn't even give me a chance to answer to say no its ok! She was already on her way over to me to turn the freakin lamp on when her foot hit the wet spot. When it did she went "HUH?" I'm crying inside at this point. And there's a monsoon coming down my arms.

She goes back to the ceiling light and asks me why did she feel something wet. I said wet? Really? Where? (Shaking)..Aqui! Aqui! While stepping on it with her crusts. How she felt it with all that stuff down there, I have no idea. She asked me if trippy was in here. I wanted to say yes! But I couldn't. He would've gotten a beat down. And I didn't want jhen to one day find out that I blamed trippy and got hit for nothing. I did the next best thing. The only thing that came out of my mouth ..."creo yo, que fueron unos de los muchachos" I HAD TO! I couldn't blame fonz cause he wasn't there yet. My father wasn't in the room so I was stuck. I didn't think she was gonna go bananas on them but she did. I could hear her questioning the kids asking them who was the one that spilled juice in the room. I could hear Damian shouting out "what!? It wasn't me! " and then the girls followed. I quickly got up to put my plate and my glass in the kitchen sink. When mireya comes in and says under her breath "los voy a matar"....as I walk back to the room with my head down I whisper "I'm sorry guys. I love you."