Hello Again

How the time flies. Nearly two years since my past post. Not sure why I fell off the wagon with my posts, I guess I just didn't really have anything that interesting to say. Surely though, after two years I would have something interesting to tell you. Well, I moved. All the way from Dekalb to Sycamore. The mighty 4 mile journey. Word has it the settlers had the option to travel the Oregon Trail or brave Peace Road. Minus the disease, Indian attacks, cannibalism, and rolled over by wagon incidents, they probably made the right choice. My job keeps me occupied, although any free time I have at work is spent searching for that elusive higher paying, less stressful, 9-3 Tuesday thru Thursday job. I play the lottery when I remember. I spend my money like I make about 10 grand more than I do, but I have no idea where the hell it goes, because I don't own a damn thing other than the shoes on my back and the shirt on my feet (p.s. I have recently been diagnosed with early-onset dementia). Only 4 more payments and the underwear is mine! I did buy a new truck, a Ford. Replaced the old truck, a Dodge. Hmm.. Ford and Dodge...AMERICA! Taking a step back, I realize that what life becomes as you get older is something like a broken record, played really, really fast. The fact that it has been nearly two years since I have blogged, and in that time all that comes to mind is that I still hate my job, I still have no money, and I haven't left Dekalb County, makes me realize a few things. Selling drugs is the easiest and most logical solution. All kidding aside, I have made some exciting decisions lately. I decided to go back to school. Yep, I applied to NIU just last night with hopes of enrolling in a few journalism classes next spring. Unfortunately, the path between my house and the classroom is dotted with elementary schools and playgrounds, and when I factor in my court mandated 500 foot rule, it will take careful planning and mapping to make a safe and legal journey. When I graduated from college 6 years ago, I never thought I would be excited at the prospect of enrolling back in college. I for sure thought that my last day of classes at Bradley, one which I slept through in a drunken haze, would be the last day I would ever have to open a textbook again. But something changed. The broken record started to become a little stale. Why not work at something that I enjoy doing, maybe earn a few bucks along that way doing it? For now, I am content, however, I have to be, because the bills have to get paid, and the lights have to stay on. I guess I could go and Occupy Stott Street. In conclusion, I feel like things are headed in the right direction. I have a great girl, a great family, an ice cold beer, and a 25% off coupon for Apple Bottom Jeans.....don't ask.