The "Drive For Pride" Rolls On -- Again

Like Elvis said, "It's been a long time, baby!" (He said something like that in the '68 comeback special, which I just saw again in the last month.)

What I'm quoting the King for is because, for this blog, "it's been a long time, baby," since I've been able to say "The 'Drive for Pride' Rolls On!" I semi-checked the archives and it looks like the last time I used that exact phrase was October 9, 2009. (I also alluded to it on Oct. 18, as well as some variation of it on Sept. 21, 24, and 27.)

So, yes, "It has indeed been a long time, baby!" A long time comin', but now it's here. I can honestly say it, with my sleeves rolled up and my spirit soaring. Once more. Not down, not out, not on life's edge, nearly medication free, and clean as a whistle. I'm dry, I'm straight, and I'm feeling proud.

I'm here to bless your socks off. With what? With my teachings on pride, confidence, self-esteem, self-help, and the lifestyle sciences, of course, silly. What else? It's what I do. It's why I was put on this green earth, with a great talent -- all innate, no formal training -- to expostulate with those who may be without pride, postulating various postulates on pride and all the rest.

I'm geared up. I've been in for my 3,000 mile checkup. I'm venturing forth with a clean bill of health. I've got the brain of a 57-year-old man (please don't tell him), and I'm ready to do something with it. I'm all revved up and can't be stopped, can't be slowed down at this point. I've got my life's mission before me ... and I plan to fulfill it both to the heights and to the depths. Every ear shall hear my life's cry!

There's just one problem. One tiny problem. It's going to have to wait till tomorrow. It's getting practically to my bedtime tonight. And I've been up since 5:30 a.m. I'm afraid I can't get to it tonight, being tired and also wanting to maximize my time for rest tonight. So I need to take my dog out for her nightly duty, then brush and floss and get to bed.

Tonight is a night simply to exclaim that The "Drive for Pride" Rolls On! Again!

"Boy, my boy! I did 29 pictures like that, baby! Could just move my little finger: 'You ain't nothin' but a hound dog...'"