Happy Independence Day

Well it has been almost a month since I checked in here. I have been so busy, and I found myself with some writers block. I just haven't had anything to say. I have even been cutting down to just one joke a day on Facebook, which is about half what I usually put in there.

Job number one is doing quite fine, better than it has been for me in quite a while. School is also going quite well but I am in a stretch of seven weeks in a row, seven totally different classes and it has me full. Which brings me to job number two. I have lost focus there in the last couple weeks and it shows. I have had to send a few people packing as the midsummer go get high festival is apparently in full swing. Some of you will remember last month I spoke to you about a friend who was staying with me that found himself with a crack pipe in his mouth, and I gave him another chance....well he tossed himself out when he decided to do it again. There have been a couple others since then too. One guy I had to toss because he was a huge disruption and refused to follow the rules. After a couple weeks of everyone running rampant I sat everyone down and we went over EXACTLY what was expected, and twelve hours later he was off doing exactly what he wanted. He knew I was at job number one and thought he wouldn't get caught, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve that he just wasn't expecting.

I am at a point though where I just don't know how much longer I can keep up this pace. Two full time jobs and a full time student. I sleep from eight in the morning till about three in the afternoon and then run out and start over again. I have been slacking big time in my personal recovery, so much so that my spiritual adviser called me last week and asked why I thought I was cured. At first I was kinda insulted, but when I examined what he said I have to admit I haven't been doing anything for myself.

There was a convention of Narcotics Anonymous in town this week and I decided to go spend a night there (the most time I could). While I was there I heard three different people share their story, and the biggest newcomer of the bunch had 30 years of recovery. Well all three of them chronicled what it was like, what happened, what its like now...but most important to me what they still do now. I left there more than somewhat inspired and am nearing making a decision on what I want to do about job number two to help create some more time for my personal recovery. From a financial aspect I want to say I can't afford to stop doing it, but I managed before this thing came along. The only thing keeping me from quitting is the owner is a good friend and I don't want to leave him hanging. Tough decision!




Well enough about work life, it's the 4th of July and it's a time to reflect on freedom. We live in a great country, although not so closely followed by it's leaders. But let's not think about the political crap for just one day, weather you hate one side, or the other, or your like me and hate them equally.... That's not what this day is about. We live in a rare place my friends, you see in many parts of the world I would get thrown in prison for hating the leaders. In many places the freedoms we call basic, are out of reach. The freedom we have is precious, but it wasn't free. Many have sacrificed, many have died to ensure it is here for us, and I think the majority of this country doesn't appreciate it. They aren't taught civics class in school anymore. God, which was one of the reasons for the movement of europeans coming to the new world, a freedom of religion... Well God isn't even in the pledge of allegiance anymore. History books are approved, not for the facts included in the content, but to ensure people can pass their state exams. The English language I grew up with, and many immigrants were so proud to learn when they came to this country...to become an American, not a Mexican American, or an African American, or an Asian American.... But an American! Well that pride is fading and the language I learned as a child is becoming the second and in some areas the third most popular dialect. People let's get back our pride. I don't think people should forget where they came from, but if it's so much better there then they should go back, because I miss the country, the pride in our union that we had when I was growing up. I don't think I'm a racist for thinking this way because I am so proud of this country that I think I'll stay. For my friends who found it necessary to leave their homeland to come here, don't loose your traditions, but I do think since you thought this place would be so much better...try it out and embrace a few of ours!

Now no one blow their fingers off today okay

Here's hoping all your faces have smiles!

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