Happy 26th Birthday To Me!

I am going to be 26 years old at 4:55 pm CST today. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, I'm not where I thought I would be at this age. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's not.

It's amazing how much can change from year to year. The same Aunt and Uncle that I celebrated my birthday with last year, I hardly even talk to any more. The same sweet girl who wished me a happy birthday from the backseat, now lives with me.

The other day I made a tweet that said my life was going to change this week. I said that because we've been talking to my brother, trying to convince him to go to school to get a career. He was supposed to come down this week to spend a few days with us. NYEBoy has been talking to him about getting into c0mputer c0ding. We were hopeful we could help aim him towards the right direction. We were going to offer him a place to live, a chance at a better life. Life altering, but in a good way. His issues are completely different from my sister's. He's not going to be as much in the area of hand-holding.

While we were running errands, NYEBoy received a phone call from his boss. If you recall he told us in January he was going to start paying him hourly instead of salary. As if that wasn't enough to worry about every week, he decided to drop us a bombshell just in time for my birthday. He informed us the project NYEBoy was working on is being canned. As in, after 30 days, we'll no longer be needing you.

In the next 30 days, NYEBoy will be wrapping up his second full year of his P}-{D program. He still has 3-5 years left to finish, though. We can't live on what the school pays. That BARELY covers rent and utilities. That doesn't even touch car insurance, NYEBoy's health insurance, gas, food, phones, Internet, and other bills we have, which is more than double what the school pays. Even if I were to get a job, the gap would still be unattainable.

So, basically, we're fucked. NYEBoy is going to have to leave the program. At best, he'll only have to be out a year. Worst case scenario, he'll never go back. It's heartbreaking to see the man I loves dream being stripped away from him because of bills. It really, really fucking sucks. He deserves this so much, but there isn't a fucking thing I can do about it.

I'm not sure what the next 30 days has in store. We may or may not be forced to move to another city. It all depends if he can get a decent job in this small town. K's classes end on the 23rd, so they will be going back home for the summer shortly there after. K and A aren't moving away from us. They will be coming back to us towards the end of the summer, regardless of where we will be.

This is a hell of a way to kick off my 26th birthday, but it is what it is. I guess. If I'm going to make lemons out of lemonade, I'm going to need a lot of fucking vodka.

On a serious note, 2010 can OFFICIALLY KISS MY FUCKING ASS.

[PS: If you happen to be an IRL (in real life) friend, foe, or family member, PLEASE keep this news to yourself. We haven't told anyone yet due to an upcoming surgery for my Grandmother and some other shit going on back home. We'll inform everyone back home when we get a better idea of what lies ahead.]

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go snuggle up to NYEBoy and cry in my cupcake.