Gulp! That’s the first time I ever wrote it. I am 40 years old. I’m almost as old as the space program itself….sheesh!
Er…um….Oh, hey Motherfakers! Do you like my brand new Keds? Do they still make Keds? I still listen to hip muzak just like you. Ugh…it’s no use. I’m over the hill. There were no black balloons or graveyard cake, thank God. But I’m relieved to learn that 40 is the new 30. And that can probably even be true for 50 if modern science is to be believed.
What? You believe scientists? They always wind up being wrong about EVERYTHING. Just remember, everything that science disproves is something that science used to prove. Get it? Wrap your head around that little fact. Don’t have the scientist, hate the science. Go ahead, in the name of science…say the word science 20 times in a row.
I’ll wait…..go ahead and do it!
Weird, huh? It doesn’t sound like a word anymore! Same thing goes for if you see the word written a bunch. So, don’t you think that happens to scientists? They’re reading and saying the word science ALL DAY LONG. How can even they have faith in it, if it sounds like a make-up word?
Hey Look! It’s a video of me and the Browncoats…your new favorite band. We shot it in St. Louis. Check it out before you read the rest of the blog. Don’t watch this video while eating. Click HERE for the cooking show fun!
Okay. At this point you’ve forgotten I turned 40. I’ve blinded you with science. Which would have worked, but only someone 40 or over would even know what song I just referenced….aaaaand I’m an old fart again.
So my car up and died on me today. My birthday. But it turned into a very sweet moment. My car died as I was on my way to a coaching for some talented kids in Brea. I waited in the heat for a while, but a very nice driver named Jack towed my car to the nearest station and offered me an ice cold water.
So, it’s major repairs and I don’t know how I’ll afford it. I was sitting at the garage for a while waiting for my friend Mike to pick me up. I talked to another Mike, the owner of the shop where my car is sleeping tonight. I had a great talk with the owner, and he’s letting me keep my car there until tomorrow when I figure out this dilemma. I wasn’t able to do the private coaching ( I hope the kids weren’t let down, and I was anxious because it’s my birthday and I knew a group of friends was gathering to celebrate my 40th at Ye Rustic Inn. (a real place)
While stressing and sweating (and keeping my calm despite gathering emotional storms) I looked at my phone and saw that a list of friends had grown on Facebook wishing me “Happy Birthday” and saying such sweet and wonderful things. I had to use my Sprint phone in ways I never had to before to read them all! I spent some time reflecting on how many friends I have and how great and supportive they are.
In the sober light of the morning after my 40th Birthday, I’ll have a lot more thoughts about this. But I want to thank each and every one of you who thought of me and wished me well both in St. Louis at the Roast, or here at the Ramada or the last minute gathering at Ye Rustic Inn. Or even for stopping to read this blog, stranger though you might be. You’re a friend to me one and all. Sappy? Yes, but I need to sleep one off and get back in the saddle tomorrow morning. Something tells me I’ve had too much cake!