for richer or for poorer... 1/2 way

I'm Plugged in and the Ball is.... Rolling in Atlanta.




(imagine that... a new song that I like)

A bottle of wine at my side and half remaining, I sit in a big big house where I dog sit a schnauzer named Ellie right across the street from work. I'm here to get back in touch with you. I have not forgotten for a minute about you. I miss you and the road so much. My heart yells out much like the yells in this song (Viva la Vida - at 3 minute point.)

The goal this year was to pay off a debt... a debt I have accrued. I am quite a bit past half way there and I wish I could just make you feel the way my heart is crying out, but my mind keeps plugging onward toward the goal.

As a half way celebration, I went to Bonnaroo. I took my van and I took Lindsey, my girl. 'Twas a 600-acre farm in the middle of nowhere Tennessee, 80,000 + crowd with over 50,000 vehicles, tents, and RV's. It is Woodstock of the now, and it rocked. I saw Pearl Jam and a ton of others. The van was our mode of transportation/camp. She did a phenomenal job as expected. I love that thing, I really do, if that doesn't sound weird. It will always be my first purchased home.

I found a few videos of myself on youtube - see below.





... and another one. You'll just have to go on there and see it.

You may be looking for details on my job. Well, one quote my Great Aunt Pat used to say is "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all." The good is it pays well, they feed me, give me all kinds of benefits and opportunities to rub shoulders with successful people. Other than that, it is what it is. The good thing is I am making money. The battle between time, energy, working for the good people, and working for the man rages on. Give me some time to get back in the groove...

Sights aimed high,

~ Nate