Filed under: television
I don’t know if you know this, but Friday was the last Price is Right Bob Barker hosted. I was at Marysville Charter Academy for the Arts at 9:30 in the morning when I realized that I hadn’t recorded the episode. I was SERIOUSLY in a panic. How could I miss Bob’s last show? I called everyone I knew that had a tivoish thing in Chico to record Bob’s last show. No one answered. I was crushed. I have watched TPIR since I can remember. I used to pretend when I was a kid that I was the game show and tell my family to “Come on down” and I would make the noices if they were right or wrong. And now, after at least 24 years, Bob is walking out of my life.
However, Bob has provided hours of entertainment and conversation starters. I don’t think I have come across an adult that doesn’t like TPIR or has a story of someone they know who has been on the show. But in the way of life, I guess it is a moral setter… dinging the bell when you are correct and giving a strong buzzer if you are wrong. You can associate that much to life. I have also watched enough AFFLC, adult diapers, and diabetes commericals to last me a life time. But, I could never get enough motor scooter or the “help me I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” commericals. I can also remember watching with my family at grandma Wanda’s, or on a sick day from school, or with my roommate Steve in my boxers eating cereal. These are moments of bonding.
So thank you Bob for your years. You will be missed by this guy. I was thankfully able to watch the last episode because CBS rebroadcasted the show later Friday evening. Just please CBS, don’t replace Bob with Rosie… I might just have to put a hit out.
Filed under: friends
It’s a Chico summer morning. That means that it’s 8 A.M. and it’s already 80. Fantastic. I’m helping my friend move to Sacramento today. I’m going to sweat my life away. It might be good for me–I’ve been eating like crap lately. My friend has been super organized and she doesn’t have that much to move to start. So, it’s not going to be bad at all. Until I keel over from heat exhustion.
My point to day is this. I am a damn good friend. Why? Because I’m helping her move. When you move, you really find out who your friends really are. Especially when you are moving towns. Yours truly being an expert on moving. I always find who my friends are when I move. My poor cousin Josh always helps me move. I don’t what part of moving does it, but having someone help you move builds an ultimate loyality feeling towards that person. You know they really care about you because no one enjoys moving.
My move from Salinas to Chico was pretty much a one man show. I had my stuff so organized and compact that the only thing I needed help with was my couches. I even moved my bed on my own. How’s that for self reliant. But when push came to shove, I still needed my friends at the end to help me out. And guess what? They were there.
So today I’m paying it forward. Because come November, I’ll be calling on my friends again to help me move… yet again. Hopefully this time I can stay put for a while.
