Grab a Snickers....

Being one that tries to be humble, I feel it necessary to toot my own horn today. Last night, I had a men's league ice hockey game. Last league my team went 0-10 and I demanded to be put on a better team. So this time around my team is in second place and doing well. The last place team was our opponent, so we felt certain we could win fairly easy. I go out for warm-ups and not 10 seconds after stepping on the ice, my teammate accidentally hits me in my forearm with a slapshot (right between my elbow pad and glove, yes it hurt and it still does). Then we have enough for three sets of wingers and two rotating centers and just to keep the theme of the night going, I get paired with the worse guy on the team. (side note: this kid has the potential to be a lot better but he puts very little effort in and basically hurts the team when on the ice) So third period comes around and we are down 6-3 (it was actually 5-3 at the start but they scored after the third started). We move the lines around a bit and I get away from Slowman. First shift without him I go down and crank a shot top shelf to make it 6-4. We switch lines and the clock quickly winds down. At about 2:15 or 2:30 left in the game, one of our guys gets a penalty, so we're down 6-4 and down a man. Finally at about 1:50, I get back on the ice. Normally when short-handed the idea is to just get the puck out of your defensive zone, ideally all the way down so they have to regroup. Well, I decided it was time to show my skills of an artist and skate the puck all the way down. I get a shot on net and my wingman scores on the rebound, 6-5. With about 30 seconds left our guy gets out of the box and we pull our goalie. I get the puck and set up the game tying goal, 6-6. There are 20 seconds left now and the ref says, if we go to OT we start right away, no break. So we win the face-off into their zone and three of us crash the zone. Their guy gets it but hits our guy trying to get it out of their end. The puck bounces back towards that guy but our third guy is all over him. The puck squeezes out and I'm wide open and about five feet away, I grab it, turn, pull the goalie one way and shoot the other and score! 7-6 with 10 seconds left. We manage to play keep away for the final 10 ticks to win the game. I know it's just adult league and just regular season, but when the other team is up and trash talking and to comeback like that AND to be one of the main reasons why, it just makes you feel good. I had two other things I wanted to discuss but those can wait until tomorrow. I don't want to make this so long that you get bored and leave. I'm out, yo.

Happy Days..... Ehhhhh.

So my work has what is refered to as an RDO, or Regular Day Off, if you work nines Monday thru Thursday and then one Friday eight, the other being your RDO. For the past few pay periods I have either worked all eights or taken my RDO on a different day for whatever reason. Well, it dawns on me today that I have an RDO for this pay period so I have tomorrow off! Yay, for me! I know, you could care less, but it's cool for me. You may not know this but I procrastinate a little, so when my CD player in my car decided to quit ejecting CDs, I put it off. Do you see where this is going? That's right, I'm going to take my car in tomorrow. I also need some work done on my bass guitar. In a previous habitat, it became exposed to water, thereby rusting some of the pickups and parts of the bridge. This makes for unpleasant sounds.

On that front, I have picked a handful of songs to learn and get down pat in order to do some recording. I met this dude at work that has a home studio and has me stoked on laying down some tracks. For now I'm going to use my multi-track recorder, then I'll ask that dude if I can record at his pad. When I get my new place, I'm going to get a G5 which will enable me to record at home. For now, I think I'll do covers until I get the recording process down then move into my songs. Practice starts tomorrow in between having my car and bass examined, playing pick-up hockey at 1pm, and going to a hockey game that night. Some may read that and think I live an action packed crazy life style. Then again, if you're reading this then you probably know me and will know otherwise.

Dinosaurs Eat Bacon Too

Ok so yesterday's post was different and out of nowhere. But that's ok, because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog gone it people like me. So on this other blog, I learned that Confucius lives in a toilet bowl. I don't know if he really does or not but it's a funny thing to think about. Anyway, he (I know its a he because I know him) talks about public service anouncements on the urinal splatter thing. It got me thinking about some of the more ridiculous things I've seen like that. You know like the target with a picture of Bin Laden or Hussein. But then I thought about where I saw those cool pee guards, Love's. It's a popular truck stop in the Midwest. They are nation wide but more dense through the "Heartland". Anyway, I use to live next to one and I use to make frequent trips to Texas and would make random stops at Love's stations. Well, you get all your basic trucker needs met there. Your Lynard Skynard or Merle Haggard tapes, yes tapes. Or your run of the mill Rebel Flag or Nascar t-shirt. Once, before it became popular to have a trucker hat (Ashton Kutcher), I bought a real nice hat that had the mesh back/foam front and it had the puff paint for the text that read, "My wife said she's gonna leave me if I don't quit fishin'... I'm gonna miss her." Ahhhh, the good ol' days. Uh, what was I talking about? Urinal guards. So I guess that's all because I went on several tangents and now this post makes no sense. But again, that's ok, because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog gone it people like me.

I feel gay blowing this fag....

Well, it's been a while. Sorry, I'm lazy. No (well actually I am) I think it's more the fact I've wanted to bump up the quality of my blog and put fewer "What the....?" posts. No that doesn't mean I won't have the occasional pull my finger post, just not as many.

So on to the title of this post. In the 60's that would mean "Ahhhh, smoking this cigarette makes me feel happy". These days, well I think you can figure that out. Let me start by saying I am not a homophobe or queer basher or whatever the cool and fashionable title is these days. I don't believe it's right and not just because of my spiritual beliefs, but I am not going to judge someone based only on with whom they prefer to sleep. However, recently I have heard things on the radio or tv or in public that have make me think about the whole "gay" thing.

Gay Rights. What does this mean? Until someone knows you're gay, you have every right listed in the Constitution that everyone else has, and even then you still have those rights. Okay, so what about gay marriages? Well, gay people can get married, just not to each other. But let's think about this for a second. What is marriage and where did it come from? I'm pretty sure no matter what religious source you query, you will find it is a bond between man and women. Some tribes use this as a means of expanding their land, wealth, or prestige. Some people get married to have kids and start a family. But no matter where you look it is man and woman. Not that I really give a rip, but gays shouldn't be allowed to be "married", at least not using that term. They can have a court recognized life partnership, but the use of the term marriage takes away from the sanctity of it.

The reason I harp on marriage is because that is basically the only "right" that gays don't have that "normal" people do. I was driving to work and I happened to flip on this talk radio channel which I later learn is the "gay" channel. Anyway, they were babbling on about how unjust it was that a woman preacher was demoted after coming out to her congregation. Now as a person of the robe she should know, from a Biblical standpoint she is going against God and therefore shouldn't be in front of the church giving a sermon. Sure she probably is a great preacher but it shouldn't be a shock that she gets demoted. Of course her licking carpet isn't near as bad as a Priest poking some 8 year old boy in the confession booth.

Anyway, I'm not here trying to pass judgment or ridicule gay people. It's not for me but neither is watching the Bachelor, which is also a gay activity. Yeah this is a random topic and I'm not real sure what made me think of it and subsequently write this much about it. If you're gay and you happen to read this, I meant no offense and constructive input is welcome. If you're not gay and you happen to read this, I hope you are offended and no input is welcome.