Long lost family?

So a few weeks ago, I received a call from my dad. He told me about these godparents who were looking for me.

Once, twice, thrice they called at home looking for me. My dad said they were from Vegas, and my godfather is one of his buddies from work.

They couldn't catch me at home, because I'm always at work.

My grandfather wouldn't stop bugging me to return their call. When they called, I guess he talked with them for half an hour - and my grandfather would instantly "fall in like" with people who he gets a pretty long conversation with.

One afternoon, I decided hey, why not give them a call?

I dialed the number, introduced myself, and TADAA it's them on the other line.

A few hellos and "how are you?" exchanges were made. And then...

"Kay, do you have a life insurance?"

Really?

Life insurances, I believe, is necessary. There are different kinds of life insurance. Metlife, Financial One, Geico, Farmers, etc.

I have no idea how to talk to them now. Yeah, of course they give me life insurance rates and so on, deals and what not. But, seriously?

Call me to sell insurance? Wow. Unbelievable.

I received a couple of calls from them already. Selling me more insurance, I guess. I already told them from our last conversation that I already have a life insurance, and they still want to sell me their insurance. They said they'll drive up from Las Vegas to San Diego so they could talk about this with my aunts and I personally.

Personally, I've nothing against it.

It's just that awkward moment when you want to catch up with long lost godparents whose good friends with your parents and they end up selling life insurance to you after asking how you've been.

^_^

Holy Week.

So, what are you giving up for the Lenten Season?

I MISS BLOGGING

OMG I miss you all!

And I miss blogging.

It's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.

80 days before Christmas.

I love the feeling of the cool breeze kissing my face. Every time I open the front door, it embraces me with a welcoming feeling.

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My dad said he's coming over to visit on November. And my sister is coming on December. I'm so excited (:

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This is bad. I'm gaining weight, and losing discipline with my eating. This is major bad news.

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It would've been fun to be able to blog everyday. But due to the numerous blogs that I have, plus my disorganized list of priorities, I am unable to do anything. Add it with a little procrastinating. @_@ I know that I can fit everything in 24hours, but for some odd reason, I just put a lot of things off.

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Updates! Updates!

I sent my transfer from AL to HC on some late September date, and I still haven't heard anything from the DoN. I wonder if I'll even get in?

I was actually looking forward to it. Regardless of the gossips and the rumors going around, I want to start working at HC.

It hurts to know that one of my co-workers at AL is sort-of pulling me down with her. Not that she's all the way down, but I told her that I want to transfer because I will learn more at HC than at AL passing medications. She kept telling me that I will never learn anything at HC and that it's hard work.

Uh, what's more hard work than working at KH during the day? I think it's slavery right there in your face. That's why sometimes, I hate working there. Define labor. @_@ To top it all off, I think it's uncompensated employees defined, too.

I want to work at the HC because patients there are physically unable to care for themselves. I think I'm done with people who are mentally and psychologically out of state. And I believe that I will learn more if I work there.

She, on the other hand, kept telling me that I will not learn anything at the HC. That's complete BS, I believe. In KH, we do all the patient care, and I learned a lot. In AL, I learned how to pass medications. And got familiar with different medications (which are mostly vitamins, supplements, bp meds and sleeping pills).

I know I can do more, and I have more to learn. I don't want to miss out on opportunities to improve myself. So no matter what she says, she will be talking to my hand for the rest of the night.

No Arms No Legs No Worries

I came across a video on YouTube that made me cry. :'(

Meet Nick Vujicic, pronounced 'Vooy-cheech'. Born in 1982 in Brisbane, Australia, without any medical explanation or warning, Nicholas Vujicic came into the world with neither arms nor legs. Imagine the shock his parents felt when they saw their first-born brand new baby boy for the first time, only to find he was what the world would consider imperfect and abnormal.

More here.

I was inspired with the video that I actually cried. And then I looked at myself.

I remembered myself at one point in time that I was about to give up; that I told myself "I have no more tomorrow. Shit happens, but why does it always fall on me?"

He give life changing words, daily pieces of inspiration. I wished I would've seen this video sooner.

Thank you, Lord, for loving me. I am so sorry for all the things I've done wrong. Please forgive me. Dear God, come into my life and fill me with your Holy Spirit, that I may be the person you want me to be. ♥

Kudos, NICK!