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It's been well over a year since I've posted on here, mostly because I don't have use of a computer connected to internet to type out long entries and posting one via cell phone would be too much of a pain in the ass.

A lot has happened since my 26th birthday. Somethings good, some bad and well me finally getting my shit together for the most part.

10 days after my 26th birthday we lost my Booger. The stroke she had was a massive one, so by the Tuesday after she'd had the stroke that Saturday she was taken to hospice. It was a nice, quiet place where she was and I took a few days off of worked camped out there with my mother, while my aunt would bring a jug of coffee every morning. She passed with my sister and my mother in the room with her, figures she wouldn't go while I present. And to be honest, I handled it a lot better than I'd anticipated. This probably had to do with how things went the last time I saw her before the stroke, I was mowing the front lawn and she made me stop to give me a glass of water on the porch and I told her "You're the best Granny ever", "No, I'm not" she said, "Really, you have no idea how much you mean to me". I still see her sometimes in dreams. My sister has her chair that she always would sit and watch TV in, since the chair has been taken to my sister's apartment, the TV will randomly just turn itself on.

Then last January, we lost my sweet old Sam, just shy of turning eighteen. My mother held him in her lap and I sat on the floor holding his head in my hands as he went. His ashes sit in a small urn on my table with his old collar around it.

That pretty much sums up the bad things that have happened, so let's move on to the good.

August '16 I got to go to Oklahoma for a week for work, wasn't too awfully exciting except for driving down parts of old Route 66 in the evenings and finding the Blue Whale of Catoosa, but after everything it was good to get away for a week.

The end of last September my supervisor at the time, randomly came up to me and asked if I had a valid passport, which yes I do. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to Australia. And I mean damn, who would turn that down? So I spent five weeks in Australia for work that October. The site wasn't too far from downtown Sydney and on the weekends I hiked around Blue Mountains National Park. I became pretty good at driving on the opposite side of the road and ended up driving everyone around. One Sunday we drove over 3 hours to see some kangaroos on a beach and ended up doing other fun things outside of work like accidentally ending up a strip club, etc. The only downside to the trip was that one of the few places that took Amex (our corporate expense cards) was Mc Donald's and being mostly vegan, there's not a lot of options there.

Right before I left for Australia my mustang was ready to hit the road again. When I drove it from the apartment after moving out, it didn't take me five minutes to realize I wasn't getting rid of that car. So I taught myself how to pull parts at the junkyard and got everything fixed up, there's still a dent, but it's not too bad. I sold the Dart and was glad to have my mustang back, I intend on driving it for as long as the engine will let me.

The Thursday before Christmas while at work I busted my chin open on a shelf and bit down on my tongue and sliced it open as well. I just kept on going until one of the security guys had to tell me "Kole, you need to stop, you're bleeding on the floor". Had one of my bosses take me to an urgent care place and was back to work with a glued up chin after a little over an hour. I didn't want to miss the after work Christmas party that day and I had an interview to be a lead that I didn't want to miss either. In the end, I got the lead job and my cherry pie filling brownies got forth place in our Christmas party bake off thing.

In February I bought a tiny house. It's around 350 square feet so as far as tiny houses go it's on the larger side. I didn't have any place to move it to really, so it's been parked up on my grandparent's land out in the country since. I go up there every other weekend to work on it. I basically had to gut everything and was left with a shell of a house but in the process I've learned how to do a lot of DIY type things like cutting wall panelling, etc. Once I get everything fixed it will still come out under $20,000 which isn't bad for a house.

I recently found land for my tiny house after looking for over two years now, so on October 9th, I will have my closing and be able to get moving with that. By the time it's all said and done (hopefully by the end of the year I will have everything done on the house and get to move in) I'll have my house with a decent yard that has been paid off since the day I bought it. Then all I will need to do is find someone to share my house with because sometimes I get tired of being alone.

As far as work goes, at first I thought I wasn't a very good lead because everything I was doing seemed way too easy, but it turns out that I'm just good at what I do because now I've been moved up to being a supervisor as of this past month. I feel like I'm finally getting my shit together and on my terms. I never wanted a better job that someone just handed to me, I wanted to work my way up and move up based on my performance and that's pretty much exactly what I have done.

I also don't drink much anymore which is weird. I thought I'd always be half drunk and sitting in Vee's garage in my free time but I guess not. One day I just decided I didn't want to drink anymore I guess. Once or twice a month I'll have a craft beer or two and that's about it.