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  • Money shouldn’t drive your future. But neither should debt. It’s time for you to take control. Get what you deserve. Not just today. Your whole life. Just remember: small changes add up.

Happy Birthday to me!

Yesterday was my birthday and as this morning speeds on, the hazy chunks of last night are slowly coming back to me, like scenes from “Momento”.

It was a pretty lazy day, thankfully. A lot of lounging around the house, watching TV with the family and playing some World of Warcraft. In the evening Keli surprised me with a trek to the Russian River Brewery downtown where some of my friends were waiting. There was a lot of drinking involved and I distinctly recall people saying more than once “Just chug it!” The live band that was playing that night was an awesome Latin band called David Correa and Cascada. That music reminds me of family reunions when the men would break out the guitars and try to sing after a few beers, when Uncle Rudy would scream at the top of his lungs, “Ay-yai-yai-yaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

The music was awesome, and it would have been better if some dude had remembered to wear deodorant. I swear, he was the smelliest drunk hippie man I have ever had the displeasure of being near. When he walked past it smelled like death for several minutes. About the time the air would move the stench elsewhere, he would walk by again. Other than that, the night was great.

Yesterday I turned 25. I’m a quarter century old. If second-graders were to round my age to the nearest 10, I’d be 30. I’m halfway through my 20s already. Damn that was fast!

I know I’m not old by any means, but when you hit a milestone birthday (for someone my age anyways) it sorta freaks you out. You start to realize that, as much as we may want it to, youth doesn’t linger around. The thought struck me this morning that at 25 you’re too old to act reckless and crazy like most 20’s kids do. However, you’re too young to act much older.

At 25 I’ve been married for six years. My first baby is also six-years-old now. She is reading largely on her own. Her handwriting is legible now (which is more than I can say for my own). My second baby, luckily, still needs me more than not. His smile is contagious and makes any “the glass is half-empty and cracked” thoughts vaporize into nothingness. My other “baby” (aka: my wife) has put up with me and my stupidity on more occasions than either of us care to recall.

With any luck, there’s a lot more years coming down the pipe for me. For now, I’ll end this stream of consciousness, and spare you for today from any further nonsensical rambling.

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