Friday, February 13, 2009

Sup girl?!

Cleaned Up

... that's right. ;]
haha
My grandmother's service went smooth, though I really am sick and tired of having to sit through a whole rosary every time someone passes in that family of mine.
I have such a hard time dealing with my dad's side of the family with the exception of my Nino and his family. Why can't they all follow his lead?
I really would love to rough up one of my cousins, the way he's treating his girlfriend and his 3 kids. It's absolutely disgusting.

I'm kind of exhausted.
MOT in the morning.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Raiders of the Lost Ark

I'm kind of pissed off about my uncle raiding my grandma's house for all of her pictures and and then looking for jewelry. I was pretty sure we all agreed we'd go through everything together. What the hell is that about?
I hope my aunt doesn't make a mess of my grandma's picture boards... more importanly, I hope she doesn't ruin any of the original images with tape or staples or tacks. This is absolutely ridiculous.
I should have gone over and collected on Monday like I originally planned.

Look at Maggie; she's so cute.
Maggie

Monday, February 9, 2009

Grandma Ofelia

Yesterday, after a full 24 hours of struggled breathing on her own, my grandmother passed.
I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore; I'm glad she is allowed a more permanent rest now. She was 64 and died from the damage of a severe aneurysm/intracranial hemorrhage.
I'm praying my family is comforted, especially my little brother. There are some good things that will come of this, I know. Already, the decision has been made that my dad will be moving out to Palmdale with my uncle [his older brother] and his family. This is probably my greatest relief because I know my dad will do much better away from here. He was a huge drug addict who has sobered up in the past several years, but I know he screws around a little now and again. The removal of him from his familiar neighborhood will help in keeping him completely clean and straight. Maybe he can get a job out there and even get his own place seeing as it is so much less expensive to live out there. That would be fantastic. We just need to get him to quit smoking and get some medical attention for his paralyzed arm so he can be more healthy and comfortable.

Anyway, yeah..
Grandma's going to be missed, but I couldn't really feel good about keeping her here with the quality of life she would have been afforded. I'm glad she's getting herself some real rest now.
It's life and it can happen to anyone at any time. It does not matter if one is five years old or 85 years old. We are all human and we all live life. If we lose someone we are close to, let us be grateful that we have been allowed that time, those good memories and experiences, and give thanks to God that we're still breathing and capable of sharing those memories with others.
Soemeone's always got worse, and you're never alone in your circumstance.

Time to go mimis, Grandma. ;]
I'll miss you.
Grandma

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I only have a minute, so I'll make this one short.
Grandma Ofie had an aneurysm yesterday morning. There's intracranial bleeding going on, so it's just wait and see for now. She may live; she may not. We're going back to the hospital to visit in a minute.
If you pray, say one for her. I'm praying for healing and/or comfort for my family. I'm not broken to pieces about the situation, but I can't tell if it's because this isn't such a big surprise or because I'm still a bit apathetic.
Also, maybe it hasn't hit me.
Grandma Ofelia

Monday, February 2, 2009

Raul Moreno Jr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6 [I think]

Moths

The author writes very descriptively, using lively adjectives or comparisons and giving lengthy details to the scenes in which the story plays out. Paragraph 13 stands out to me, in which she goes into a poetic, unconventional description of the sun setting with great eloquence. In the following paragraph, she further gives your mind a picture painted by words. Where other writers might leave room for the imagination to view or not to view the scene of the young lady bathing her "abuelita", the author leaves nothing of the sort. She does not show, but forces you too look upon the scene with an explanation involving "sporadic vaginal hairs" and "the fold of her buttock." The descriptions are real; they are raw.
I found it interesting to find the young girl stating two times, with no regard to the present theme and almost randomly, "I never kissed her." It seems as though she, looking back, now regrets the fact that she never kissed her abuelita. It eats at her to such a point that she will randomly insert this little bit of thinking out loud that is ever present. She makes mention of her abuelita's staring grey eye bringing to her a feeling of comfort and safety. She also speaks of Abuelita, being there with her through some of her hardest times, helping her along during puberty. Her abuelita also helped her with her hands--her greatest insecurity. After Abuelita had done this, the young lady had only seen it fit to help her grandmother with anything and everything that was needed, though she had never kissed her.
Mom just got out of the hospital on Saturday because she had 6 gallstones blocking up her bile duct, so that's where I was when I wasn't at work for the past couple of days.

This morning my dad called and says that he found my grandma on the floor when he woke up; he thinks she had a stroke.

Wow. Things could always be worse, right?