MY KINGDOM FOR A...

Is there anything in the world (besides medical news... cancer, pregnant, balding...) that generates more anxiety than car problems? You take a successful guy, put him in a BMW or something like it, and let that beautiful automobile develop a noise or hiccup, and his world comes crashing down. Right?? And we all go through it. We all flip out. Know why? I'll tell you.

It's not the money... though that never helps the situation.

It's not that we love the car/truck/SUV all THAT much. Let's face it, these are different times. People don't have the loyalty to the autos like they used to.

It's not the greasy, smirking mechanic that talks to you like a four year old.

It's none of that.

It IS the loss of control. I'm right, aren't I? hehehehehe...

Who doesn't feel like a loser when their friend/relative/whoever... has to pick them up from the auto shop? Who doesn't become a second class citizen when you have to "bum" a ride into work? Who has not paced the halls of their home at ten thirty in the evening because you can't jump into you baby and get a pint of ice cream when you need it most?

And that's when it hits you about how dependent you are on that wonderful little rolling box... that plays the music YOU like. That moves as fast as YOU want to go. That waits for you all day to come out of the office, and never complains when you leave it out in the rain while you enjoy a movie. Never shoots you a look for smoking a cigarette, or picking your nose, or singing to that Pink song you won't admit you like to anyone else.

MY little rolling box... my little secret keeper... my little... click click click....

START, YOU SON OF A .....

They shoot horses, don't they?

Condors taste like Garlic Fries

Local sports teams. From pee-wee leagues to high school teams, to the over priced, over hyped pros. Lordy, we love our sports.

Being a resident of Bakersfield for over 20 years now has sparked a sense of loyalty in me to follow and cheer for our local teams. We have our share of little league and AYSO and high school squads. When these teams make it into the regional or state finals I always check the paper or internet on their progress.

But when it comes to the college or the pro teams from our area, I start to get a tad more worked up. Maybe a tad more than a tad. Alright... I freakin' lose my mind! Happy??

Case in point... our local hockey team, the Bakersfield Condors.

Yes, Virginia, we have hockey in the middle of the California desert. It's VERY popular. I'm not kidding. Ask anybody on the streets of Bakersfield (thank you, Buck) what an icing call is, or what the purpose of the blue lines are, or why hockey has a point system rather than a win/loss system and you will get a blank stare... for the most part. But if you ask them about their Condors, they'll tell you who's the hot shooter, where the new goalie is from, and how the team ranks in the ECHL standings. I'm at a loss to explain it... I don't even try anymore. All I know is...local hockey has one hell of a following in Bakersfield, CA. I'm one of the fanatics as well.

Which, friends, is why I'm putting digits-to-keyboard tonight.

I'm not here to berate the team, it's players or coaches, ownership, fans or anyone else. I'm just a fan of a hockey team who fell behind in the playoffs tonight and look as though they will not see the next round of said playoffs. I'm pissed off, is what I am.

About a hockey team... from Bakersfield, CA... a town I'm not even from. AND... I'm burping up garlic fries. They serve THE BEST garlic fries at the games.

Where am I going with all this? Nowhere, I guess. I actually had a great time tonight, hanging with friends, eating food that's not all that good for us, and cheering for the Bakersfield Condors.

Oh, yeah.... I remember now. I love my local teams. Where ever they my turn up in my life.

It's still here and so am I

It's been almost two years since I wrote anything on this blog. Right at this moment I'm realizing that I missed it. Glad it's still here.

Still sober. That's the #1 thing at this point. The lessons I learn in my recovery program carry me through everyday life. And that's not to say that my life is a heavy burden. Quite the opposite. Things are pretty goddamn good. But I'm still RECOVERING. That's the thing. I'll never get a diploma or a certificate saying "You are done, sir! Congrats!". I spent over thirty years of my life boozing and drugging which means that I truly didn't live life at all. Hell of a thing playing catch up at this point. 43 1/2 months vs. 30+ years... Putting it like that, I need a beer.

Kidding.

But as I sit here tonight thinking about how far I've come and what might lay before me, I'm struck with a sense of wonder and gratitude for every moment, good and bad. Thank you, God. You're an ok cat, you know that?

BTW... it still doesn't get much better than SOUTH PARK. Last weeks show about legalizing pot, and this weeks take on Facebook... brilliant. Wish I could be half that funny.

OH....shit.... I gotta say. Sometime back I wrote a blog about a DJ I work with and what a dick he is/was. Well, I just did a comedy bit with said DJ on his morning show today. He came to me after and told me how funny I am. I had know idea that dick DJ was so insightful.

I really missed writing this blog. Hope I'm back. Hope the cats I used to read about on here are still around.

Nearing bedtime. This was fun. Must do it again soon.