The Bosque

New Orleans Saints 31, Indianapolis Colts 17.

From NOLA.com:

25,034:  Fox News takes something said by the president and uses it in a neutral context (in blue).

25,035:  Fox News says something negative about the tea party people (in pink).

...in one week.

Really?  Motherfuck!  I like my job, but I don't want to kill my car.

Hmmm...

I've worked 42 hours this week, racked up over 1000 miles, made 53 deliveries and been everywhere in the St. Louis area...even took a drive up to Springfield, IL Tuesday night.  And I still work tomorrow.

Based on what I know about the way the company pays contractors, I'm doing well so far.  But I cannot keep this pace up...I HAVE to eat better food and not work so much.  Money is important, but I can't make money if I'm dead or sick.

I'll be so glad to get a paycheck next week though...my first one in 2 months...I fucking earned it!

I was a road warrior yesterday...covered 436 miles in 14 hours, including a round trip to Springfield, Illinois (100 miles NE of St. Louis).  It was a good day, but it started and ended sadly.

I was at a Walgreens early in the morning, picking up some stuff while waiting for a run.  The cashier (an older woman) noticed my visitors badge from a local hospital (my first run started there), and mentioned that her daughter was at that hospital.  She then proceeded to tell me that her daughter's heart attack eventually led to the amputation of her extremities.  Fuck...

So my last delivery was in Springfield, Illinois.  I had already volunteered to stay a few extra hours, but was then offered the run to Springfield...I like road trips, so I jumped on it.  I had to deliver some home care supplies to a customer that needed them right away.  We guaranteed the delivery to be there by 10, but I got it there at 9:30...because I'm a fucking pimp.

Anyway...the gentleman I delivered to lived in what seemed to be a rough part of town.  There appeared to be 6-8 people living in this small house.  The house was a mess...the living room had a TV on a stand and a mattress.  There was a blanket covering one of the windows.  The place looked like hell...and this poor guy appeared to be a double leg amputee...fuck...

I hate to hear and see such sadness...I hope my kindness (or the supplies I brought to the one guy) made their days a little brighter.

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned His back and all God's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That He can't come back
'Cause He has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

written by George Michael

I wasn't planning on taking most of January off from blogging, but...well, fucking shoot me.  I'm here now, and that's what's important here!

Today begins the 2nd week of my new job...I contract with a local courier company.  It's a good job...I drive a lot, but I am essentially my own boss.  I don't plan on doing this for too long, but it's steady, and I am grateful to be employed again.  I haven't gotten that awesome job I want yet, but I've had some good interviews recently, and I figure it's only a matter of time.

I'm down 8 pounds in 2 weeks...actually stayed the same this week as last week, but I ate out a lot and was stressing.  Overall, I feel like I'm finally in a good groove with my eating...I try to eat well, but when I can't, I eat as best as I can and not too much.

April made the Dean's List last semester, and is into her actual cooking classes.  She loves it, and I get to taste her hard work.  Her jobs are going well, and I see big things happening for her by the end of the year.

Sycamore's debut CD is now available through most online music retailers, including iTunes.  A 17-year dream has come to fruition, and I am proud of the work.  I'm already planning the project's next steps, and started jamming with friends from high school this weekend...that was a lot of fun.

I am hopeful that April and I are finally on solid footing...I'm tired of hanging in the balance...that shit's getting old.  But anyway...there you have it and there you are.  I'm alive and well.

Oh, and my heart is doing well...functioning normally for over a year now.  w00t!