Brett Favre is more crazy than I am

Okay, so you're probably wondering how I am taking Brett playing for a division rival. The truth is I am not taking it very well. It's tough. I want to cry. I watched the highlights from last night's game and he looked terrible. He also got hit a few times. This means he is going to really get hurt this year. He's going to be sorry. So much for that awesome offensive line the Vikings supposedly have. I do a lot of dumb things but Brett has topped me this time. Good luck Brett. I hope the pack beat the vikings and you throw 8 picks. I still love you, but this is tough love.

I went to Baltimore this last week for work. The work sucked but we went to DC one night and that was pretty cool. I know I would never want to live there. The people were friendly but that's about it. I didn't care for it. It was way too hot anyway. I am outside shivering at a starbucks as I type this. It feels damn good.

I injured my right leg. My sciatic nerve is pinched and it hurts. I triggered it while trying to sleep on an airplane during a delay. I know I can't sleep on a plane but I tried anyway. Now I am paying for it. Hopefully by Monday I will be back in action. My marathon is about a month away.

I am pretty well convinced that I am going to move by the end of this year regardless of what happens, unless I win the lottery. It is really up there and I keep on buying tickets. I can't wait until I win. At this point, I want someone to win because it's becoming expensive. Enough is enough and it's time for a change. I don't know if I will ever be content in one location for a period of time. I change my mind more than a woman when it comes to this subject.

I learned something about "evidence" last night. I was with some girls and we were talking about dumb guys are about typing shit on facebook or in texts and not realizing even if you delete it, the girl isn't going to. This is not something I think about when typing, but I am going to be careful now. I don't care if she keeps it but you know she is going to show it to everyone in the whole world. That will come back to haunt you. I am waiting for it myself.

The cubs suck so bad. No wonder the team is getting sold. Over a 100 years without a worlds series. I can do better than that. I still like the cubbies but we have to get our act together. Let's rebuild around the bat boy and see what happens from there.

I really need to get ready for fantasy football. I have been busy doing everything else I have forgotten about it. I better get on it if I want to make the playoffs.

So that's about it really. I have been trying to keep things mellow. A couple of Wednesdays ago I went out and got hammered. It was fun but going to work the next day sucks. I am going to wrigleyville tonight. It's the same routine over and over. If you don't play the game, you'll never win. I better get my drink on now because there is a tax hike in store for us drunks in Illinois September 1. Also, I need to be alcohol free for my runs this next month.

Have a good weekend everyone. It is 70 degrees (maybe) and I love it. Next week, Connecticut.

Later,

Bobby

Okay, it's official...it's crisis time for Bobby

Okay folks here's the deal....

Work is getting crazy. I am going to be spending every week until September 28 on the road except for one. That's a lot of time on the road. Once again, that's a lot of time on the road.

I had an interview yesterday in Greenboro NC for basically a supervisor role. Yeah, that's right, supervisor in a teamster's union plant. How fun does that sound? Not any fun to me, but you know what, I need that experience to move up. Don't worry, it's still with Danaher. I don't know if I really want it. I know I could save some cash if I moved there but that's not a good reason.

There is another opportunity out there, but I have to first decline the job to get access to the other one. It is the same role but in a plant outside Philadelphia PA. It's a smaller plant that is not vertically integrated at all compared to the NC plant. No union. A lot easier job wise but more expensive to live there compared to NC, but prolly like Chicago. I have no clue what to do.

But wait, there is another variable in the equation and you can't solve this one. I dare you to guess the "type" of variable this is. That's right, it's a woman. One that makes me forget about traveling for 5 weeks straight and the pressures of dealing with millions of inventory. My roommate says she plays me like a fiddle. I guess I am lost in the music she makes while playing that fiddle. I am going to have to talk to here, but I always say that. It's weird. Like yesterday for example. I get a voicemail saying she misses me. I call her back. No answer so left a voicemail. Never heard back. Sent a text this morning and she answered back. And everyone wonders why these "variables" can't ever be solved. I think it is because the wiring up there is something that only God can understand. The point is that I need to talk to her about me moving and I think I already know what's going to happen. She bought a townhouse yesterday...

So where is the good news for Bobby? Well, I can say I have food, clothing, and shelter. A lot of people can't say that. I also have a job. I got to visit one of my best friends last week in STL. That was fun. I ran 15 miles this morning. That was also fun believe it or not.

I am sitting at home this weekend because I haven't saved any money from the last three paychecks. There is a wedding party, six flags adventure, b-day party, and a cubs game that I have opted not to go to for the fact of saving money. Don't worry, next weekend I am going to the racetrack to spend a couple of hundred. I'll get my fix that way.

I am also going to think long and hard about what to do.

Later,

Bobby