Cinco De Mayo to Sixo Del Stinko!

Today is Cinco De Mayo, so let me begin by proving my ignorance in saying, I have no idea why we celebrate this day, what it represents, or any significance, however, I can appreciate the 29 cent tacos at Del Taco, the reason to crack open a can of salsa and bag of tortilla chips to prove you're festive, and over indulge in all things Tex Mex. So, Cinco De Mayo, I've celebrated you for years, and tonight I'll drink to the worm in your honor!

In case you were wondering, tomorrow, is not Cinco De Mayo. On the contrary, tomorrow is actually the 6th of May, a day that will forever be celebrated by my mother as the anniversary of the day one of her children proved the critics wrong when they all said, "None of your kids will get married!"! IN YOUR FACE! The golden child rides to victory and ties the knot! Tomorrow will be a day my sister celebrates as the anniversary of her marriage to her husband! Tomorrow will be the day she can always justify sending the kids to bed early for a little "alone time" with her "Gweggy", and forcing him to rub her back, buy her presents they don't have the money for, and eating a whole tub of ice cream worth of dessert because it's a "special" day.

Tomorrow for me, however, represents something entirely different. The littlest (Tied for littlest, she's a twin) sister beats the big brother to the marriage line, little sister once again solidifies big brother as a loss, failure, and all around disappointment. A great way to remind someone that their relationship failed, and that little sister is succeeding where the inadequate older brother could not, is by getting married, especially right after big brother has to move into the newly vacated room in the mother's house left by little sister. I don't even get the worst of it though, the twin has newly founded distain for the other twin by the newly acquired on pour of, "When are you getting married?" "Why aren't you married?" "Your twin is married you know?". I'm worried about the safety of the other, afterall, they did try to kill each other already, granted it was in the womb with an ambilical chord, but murderous tendencies remain forever with twins. Obviously, most of this is in jest, I couldn't be happier for my little sister and I want her to live a full and enjoyable life with her husband.

Happy wedding Mycha, I love you. Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone! Happy Unbelievable Sales Day tequila companies!

Steven OUT!

P.S. You're a bitch if you don't drink the worm.

Serenity now!!!

Finally, I have some time, work has finally calmed down to the point where I am able to do some writing, oh, did I mention it's almost 6 and I'm still here?!?!? It's already been here 11 hours, and by the time I am finished, it will be at least 12! Since coming into the day I was already at 80 hours, all of today, and my minimum of 8 hours tomorrow is straight over time! Sounds awesome, right? NO! I don't care about the money, my mental well-being is horribly shot right now. I am dreading waking up, and putting in the longer days than I anticipate. I get off lucky because my team and the people around me are amazing, but there is still only so much you can take before a mental health day is in order. Oh wait, I can't even take one of those either, because my sister decided a wedding was more important. I'm excited for her to get married, I'm excited for her to have found someone, but man alive I'd rather spend my PTO on something I want to do!

Anyways, the weekend was awesome, I'm ready for another one. Went to a party, and it got me very motivated to get out and go do some more stuff. The bike is a great distraction and hopefully it gives me a point of conversation once I am able to drive it wherever I want. And I should quit my bitching but, whatever, complain if you want!

Steven OUT!