All Work and Some Play.....

My Patriots lost, but it's okay, so did Indy...

Enough with the sports. The job is going good still, and come to find out I get a 1k bonus next month feel me? The shoulder is acting up still, yet I find myself moving things as if there was a drill instructor in my ear. Funny thing is, what yall DON'T know, is that I would love that kind of motivation.

"GET THAT FUCKING BOX WOOOOOOOOODS!!!!!!! YOU AIN'T HOME NO MORE, PEOPLE GOTTA EAT SON!!!!! LET'S GO LET'S GO!!!!!!! MOVE IT MOVE IT!!!!!!"

ahhh, boot camp memories, gotta love that shit. For those that don't know, that once a Marine always a Marine still stands in this neck of the Woods. Although now I have a goatee and my hair done grew out alot, I still find myself doing some of the things that I remembered at the Island. From the way I take care of myself, to the way I approach this enviornment we live in, to even sitting down and trying to carry on the plan of the day BEFORE I leave the house. All these things I learned in boot camp. There were other things, but I tend to just let those stay to myself. After all, we have our secrets too you know.

10 hours, 4 days a week and I love every mintue, although it's not too fun being the only one on the highway at 130 in the am, but hey I do what I do. I still thank K* for all the support, T* for the jump-off (out the gutta yall), P* for the realness, and G* for the peach cobbler before I start the work day. Big ups to all of yall.

Last but not least tomorrow I have off, and it looks like I will be doing a little physical rehabilitation on the shoulder (bowling - another gift yall don't know about). Then it's back in the shit on wednesday.....

yall know about what's coming soon already, til then...

be good I'm out
Da Champ