Last night I was accepted as a probationary member to the same vollies organization that Dawg, The Steff, Donkey, The Terrorist, X, MusicPub, Kash, and so many more people I consider family are or were a member of.
I start my dispatcher training next Friday, and I cannot WAIT!
Time to go shopping for new pants. 
Bring on the butterflies, birdies, blue skies, fluffy clouds, and my birthday! (It’s on Monday — Christmas in July. Buy yourself a gift and say it’s from Santa Poppy!)
I’m finally going home tomorrow to bury my paternal grandmother on Saturday. She passed away 2 months to the day before her 90th birthday (July 3rd, a popular day for birthdays).
She had lung cancer.
Her death has brought me much more anxiety than I ever anticipated.
Her death has also allowed me to reflect upon and think fondly of time we spent together, both good and bad.
Odd, that.
Love you, baby.