Week Two

I can't wait til I get a routine down. After being in the hotel for 3 weeks, I go to "Mario's In The Woods". It's getting easier by the day. I know I am supposed to be here for some reason. God and I have always had this weird relationship. We have for some time. I really love his sometimes impeccable sense of timing. And his use of dramatic pauses in his delivery. Sometimes the punch line is not what I expected. Who the hell knew that Emmis would buy the Rock? Damn, I didn't see THAT one coming. I was the punchline. Sometimes I think that my previous generations committed some heinous insult to him and he has decided to have some fun with me. It's all been fun, though. I do believe my life has turned out better than 99% of the people in the world. OK, make it 99.6% Sometimes I stand toe to toe with the man upstairs for some percepted misslight. We're in the ring and I am yelling at him(after considerable damage to me with a series of blows that have made their mark) "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" "COME ON! HIT ME!!" like some punch drunk fool from a Rocky movie...(or video game..whatever..)

He can humble you like that, I know. Then, he steps back and laughs, because we are friends and I would not, could not do anything without Him and his Son in my corner.



It's not like Nashville's not a cool city. And it's close (fairly). I really do believe I am going to like it here. So far, so good. My prayers begin with ...thank you for what I have.

I hope all who need a job, find a job.