Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Damn cat

Evangeline: Stop irritating me! You're driving me nuts. Ugh! Rufus is making me crazy!

Age 3, 12/25/2010

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Faking it

My dad has another girlfriend and I can't stand her. I tried to like her, but I just can't... She's disgusting - kissing and hanging all over him, slapping his ass, and making sexual comments. She even tried to tell me about their sex life! Ick! She's insincere - calling me baby, telling me how beautiful I am, and insisting that she loves me. She's an ex-con, and I know, I know, he's an ex-con too, but it's different - she is a mother. She drugged out, and got into all kinds of trouble and left her kids with no one. Did I mention all 4 kids are from 4 different fathers?

Like I said, I've tried to be nice, but this bitch has pushed me to my breaking point.

Check out our last interaction -

Me: Tell Shana I said Merry Christmas.
Dad: Here you tell her. (As he passes Shana the phone)
Me: Hi Shana! Merry Christmas!
Shana: Uh, Merry Christmas to you too.
Me: What are you guys up to tonight? Are you doing anything fun?
Shana: Are you drinking?
Me: No! Why?
Shana: You just sound happier than you usually do?
Me: Hmmm, maybe I'm just faking it better than I usually do.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

for malia, for betsy

December 31, 2009

As Malia prepares to leave heaven and join us here on earth she is met by her grandfather, Herminio Bautista. Malia and her grandfather greet each other warmly, and are surprised to see one another, as they did not expect to meet so soon. Grandpa Bautista explains to baby Malia that though his time on earth has finished, and they will not meet again when she arrives on earth. They are delighted that they have been blessed with this precious time to spend together in heaven.

Fast forward to the beginning of March...

Just before Malia will depart from heaven, Grandpa will place in her hands a glowing golden orb. "What is this Grandpa?", Malia will ask. Grandpa will reply, "It is the greatest gift I could give you. Hold it tight in your tiny hands, and as you descend to earth it will transcend your flesh, and dissolve into your soul. I am giving you the gift of everything that was good in me - my devotion, my integrity, my strength, and my courage. The orb will disappear, but the light that it emits will shine forever in your eyes, and when your mommy gazes into them she will feel my love". Malia and grandpa will hug each other tightly one last time, they will whisper their good byes.

This is where Malia's journey on earth begins, but as you can see, her birth was not the beginning of her story.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Cookie knows what's up...

If given a penny for every kind act, you'd be a millionaire.

-Fortune Cookie, Panda Express, 2005

Friday, December 17, 2010

Goodnight Thunder

Thunder makes me sleepy and laugh and sparkle and sprinkles.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Cast of Characters starring in the Life of Evangeline

Imaginary sister named Koma.
Imaginary brother named Em.

Plush dolly in a pink dress called Molly.
Plush Hello Kitty called Mary.
Plush Hello Kitty with a mermaid tail called Eela.
Tiny bean bag rotweiller called Hani.
White plush lamb called Kimni Lam.

Assorted imaginary cousins (unnamed).

Monday, December 6, 2010

Not a chance

December 6, 2010

It's Christmastime, and I've dragged Evangeline on countless shopping excursions with me this season.  She's been a good sport, exhibiting patience and restraint.  Everywhere we've gone she wants something - Hello Kitty this, lip gloss that, or some other pink something or other.  Each time she asks for something I've explained that we have to wait to see what Santa will bring.  She is clearly disappointed, but thankfully she doesn't usually continue push.

We were at our last stop this past weekend.  It was already late in the afternoon, and I could see Evan was worn out.  As we entered the store she didn't perk up, as she usually does.  We passed the purses, and she didn't even reach for one.  We trudged forward., and just as we passed the bathing suits she stopped hard, and doubled back.  I spun around and saw her staring at the bathing suits.

"Mommy, can I have this one," she asked nicely.

"I'm sorry Evan, I've already told you...  Santa is coming soon.  Maybe Santa will bring you a bathing suit."

"But Mom!  Pleeeease!"

"No Evan.  Not today!"

I walked away from the bathing suits.  Evan followed me reluctantly.

"I'm sorry babe, I know you're tired, " I tried to soothe her.  "Hold Mommy's hand, " I said, as I reached for her.

"Not a chance," she spat, and folded her arms.

Good God, if she is like this at 3, what will she be like at 16?