So bebeh my love finally moved out of Beverlywood. His family and I helped the move and we got most of everything except for a few awkward items. It kind of seems surreal and abrupt, but it's finally done and he's pretty much settled in. Hopefully it's comfortable enough for him. I know it is for the better, its hard for now. I guess we were lucky to live so close to each other. Still, 18 miles isn't too bad. Not too close, but not too far either. Time apart we can use to lose weight :) and I guess I'll be better at cleaning and getting work done earlier. I've been pretty bad about that. Bebeh said that we should have weaned each other off, but I think we did the right thing by making the best of every moment we had together. We had good times at Rex despite the annoying and loud neighbors, horrible parking, rickety floors, and semi-working stove. I never did get a chance to take a picture of the crazy heater in the bathroom. I think that's my favorite and most dangerous appliance in that apartment. Either way that was good times, but I'm done with kosher.

Yesterday I also found out that my grandfather had a heart attack and had kidney failure so now he's at the hospital in the ICU. He hasn't been the heathiest person, but he kept on gaining weight since my grandmother passed away in 2006. Since then he stopped doing anything and essentially just let himself go. He no longer went fishing, didn't run errands, didn't go grocery shopping. He just stayed home and didn't even walk to the back yard or play with the dogs. It's sad how much things changed when my grandmother passed away. Even though they seemed like they fought all the time, she was the reason why he kept going. He stayed in good health and shape for her. I know at one point it became really hard on him, but I think he's at that point where he's alone and ready to let life take its course. It's kind of sad when you think about it that way, but what more is there when everyone else you knew or grew up with has died? I hope my grandfather comes out of this okay. Seeing him the way he is makes me sad even though I never had the greatest relationship with him, he's the only grandparent I have left. Whatever God's will, I guess I will accept. He seems to have plans for all of us. I just hope that I can be strong enough to take it.

My birthday this year. What a way to welcome my birthday with the begining of Lent and sacrifice. I'm getting my ashes tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'm doing it during lunch or after work. Anyway, I'll be 28 in a few hours and I'm feeling 28. It's the first time I've ever felt my real age. I guess my mental age and my real age has finally met the middle ground. I think I'm a lot happier now and more fulfilled. It's probably because I've finally at a comfortable place with my career and where I am personally. It's definitely a nice feeling. Things are going pretty well. As always there are things that could always be better or things you wish were not so hard, but life is never easy even during the best or happiest times. I've found that you have to take things as they come and often with a grain of salt (although, I don't think I've ever really understood what that meant, I think I used it correctly).

I got a pre-birthday call from my parents since I wasn't able to make it home over the weekend. Fortunately, I finished all my looming projects and I had a nice Valentines day with Bebeh My Love (yes that is his name at this time). Bebeh got my pretty creme flowers. They smell nice and fresh. We also had tri-tip, herb potatos and stirfryed veggies. It was nice. We played Super Mario Bros. Wii and got 99 lives.

Today Bebeh my love pulled a white hair our of my head. It's so symbolic of me feeling old. It's ok though. I've come to terms with my old age. I am welcoming the last two years of my twenties with gusto. Bebeh Arturo and Artura are on the horizon! Lol :)

Things have been pretty hard these past few months. Day by day I try my best not to think about things too much and just take things as they come. It has definitely saved my sanity keeping things at bay and away from my current state, but sometimes you don't know how hard things are on you until someone asks and really takes time to listen. Maybe rain does that to people.

Today I had one of the biggest scares of my life, but the sad thing was, I couldn't do anything about it. There was no use worrying all day, so I convinced myself that I could only start really worrying after I knew enough to worry about. That thought kept me sane and in perspective for the time being.

On top of the many things I do daily, I had my time mapped out from the time I set foot out my door to the time I took the elevator back to my car on the way home. Apart from conferences, meetings, counseling, and intervetions and consultations, I had an exit interview today as part of my requirements to graduate. The scare I had in the morning kept me up, and I used that time to prepare (not advisable btw). That's as much "preparation" I had for a major graduation requirement, but I was over it.

By lunch time, half of my day was over, and things were looking up. By 3:10pm, my case conference ended and was productive. The cases we went over were definitely complicated ones. It was nice to hear psychs brainstorm and go through the cases thoughtfully. I was glad I was able to keep up and even contribute myself. I also caught up with my field mentor last year along with my replacement who was with him. He's definitely the kindest and most helpful field mentor I ever had. While the placement was not ideal, and he wasn't the most organized or on time, he gave me really great support and feedback and was very confident in my abilities. The freedom he gave me to do what Ineeded and to even accomodate me in the things I had to do helped me immensely and made my practicum experience that much better. If only I had that now.

After the case conference, I had my exit interview. I got there early...by 3:35 or so. I end up seeing my friend Suzy and we wait it out until 5:30 when our interview started. Before that, we were polishing our resume and reliving our gripes about our sites, cases, and the interview process itself. In the end, the interview process went so much faster than I had imagined even though we had 50 minutes total including debriefing and looking over scenarios. All in all I had positive feedback and passed the interview. I just wish I had practiced even a little bit before the interview to do a better job. Fortunately I came out more competent than I thought (eye contact, jittery voice, and sweaty palms I guess were not as magnified as I had imagined). :)

Right after my interview I get good news. I thank God. I am grateful. Home safe, healthy body, mind at peace. In the end, that's what I'm grateful for.