A Little ♥ and Soul

So in about 37 hours I will officially turn 28 years old. I can't believe that I'm actually saying my age out loud. I used to be afraid of getting older. When I was a teenager, turning 25 was scary and I didn't want it to happen. But now, being 25 wasn't so bad. It was actually a pretty enjoyable year. I am, however, very apprehensive of turning 30. That is a number that I was hoping that would have been staved off for a while longer instead of approaching sooner rather than later. Anyhow, I wanted to write this birthday blog now because I'm sure I'll forget to blog on my actual birthday. My family in Idaho is coming down this weekend for my brother and future sister in law's Endowment session. Yeah, my little brother is getting married in a week to a lovely girl. I'm glad that he's finally settling down. Man...I am babbling a lot tonight. Also on my mind: *Money - as per usual. I have to figure out my school and pell grant situation so I can get thi

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So, I went to a wedding reception for a girl I know from the multicultural dance group I was in... geez , 5 years ago? Anyway, she's half Mexican and half Iroquois (Cayuga tribe from Northern New York state) and tonight, we did the celebratory thing of well, celebrating Jonathan - her now husband - and her marriage. I mention her nationality because it turned into a big Mexican party type at the end. Lots of dancing and even a mariachi band. Which, side note, there was a white guy in the band playing the violin. It was a little weird. I wasn't expecting elegance or even something remotely "normal"...whatever that means. I was expecting full blown loud latino craziness. But it wasn't. It was relatively...normal, for lack of a better word. I mean with the exception of the mariachi band and the dancing at the end of the evening, it was pretty normal. For us brown folk, there's always a program of sorts. Like singing or the haka or a couple doing a cultural danc

*Yeah, there's a song with subjects that you'd study in school, but I can't quite remember the words other than Algebra and Biology. *I filed my FAFSA but I can't remember my password to apply to my Pharmacy Tech program. When did I ever get a password?? I don't remember getting a password...geez. *It stresses me out that I can't apply yet. I have to wait at least 6 more days to apply to the program. Other stresses: money (duh!), application fee (more money stress!! : /), my job (I need a new one which is a whole 'nother stress in and of itself!) and a crying child who would not go to sleep on her own without me holding her. *ETA: She's asleep now. Thank God!* *I can't believe I missed Grey's tonight! Argh! Just when I was all caught up, basically, I totally spaced that it was on tonight. Considering I haven't watched tv in a very long time, I forget that its actually there and that I can watch at my own viewing pleasure. Geez... *My weight i

I decided to take magnesium citrate to clean out the grooves of my intestines. I knew what would happen, but right now, I am not having fun. Blurg... I'd eat whatever I want right now just for the shear fact that I know it won't be in my body long enough to do anything, but I hate having to rush to the bathroom after putting anything in my mouth. So after my dinner going, quite literally, right through me, I'm nursing a cup of water waiting to test my blood sugar and take my meds before going to bed. Which brings me to another update... I have type 2 diabetes and high cholesterol. Its a little scary knowing that if my blood sugar were to get over 200 mg/dl...just the seriousness of the that high number is scary. So far I haven't gone over 200 mg/dl, which is good, but its still high enough where I need to be on medication for my diabetes. I'm also taking Pravachol and Omega 3 fish oil for my cholesterol. The high side of taking the fish oil is that its good for my

I had a hard day at work. I felt like I'm always the one that does the dirty work. A quick recap: towards the end of my shift, I got a call from the Transient Office at DI for a gas voucher. So the guy comes and brings his voucher in. Easy enough. Well some mofo decided to drive off with the hose on the pump this guy was using prior to him coming in for his gas. If the hose is pulled on hard enough it'll eventually come off. It happened. The "blessed" day came where I had to do an emergency shut off for the gas pumps and clean up the effing mess. So I had this gigantic mess to clean up on top of the paperwork I had to do for my shift. The whole time I was trying to clean up the mess, I was saying a prayer that I would just calm down and not get mad about it. It didn't quite happen. So instead I prayed that it'd just rain so I could stop going in and out for buckets of water to clean up the gas. That prayer worked. Long story short, I decided that I couldn'