It seems like I break a glass every month or two. I don't know why. I just bump them on the counter and they crash, or I placed them wrong in the dishwasher and they shatter. None of it is intentional, but it happens nonetheless. Yesterday, I hooked my favorite chalice wine glass and it smashed on the floor. Nothing to do but sigh and clean it up.

My brother and I stopped by The Copper Lounge yesterday during the day, and the NFL draft had begun. Our team, KC, was on the clock. Everyone said the Chiefs would take the top linebacker, but they took the best defensive end instead. We shrugged our shoulders. We didn't know who to draft. What makes a lousy 2-14 team better? Another season.

The Natives were in town last week for the Gathering of Nations, the first big Indian Pow Wow of the year. It happens every year in Albuquerque at this time. I worked four 12-hour days straight in the cab driving folks around, and I felt a little loopy by the end. The night drivers complained about the drunk Natives, and I said "That's why I'm a day driver." I'd rather take a subdued hungover person than the brash alcohol fueled version. The night guys get better tips, but I get less hassles. It's a fair trade off.

The Prez wants to fix the credit card companies' fine print scams. Hey, maybe he does care about the regular guy! Credit card companies have been ripping off the public twenty bucks at a time with late fees and rate changes for decades, and no one said "Boo" about it. They let the nation get into super debt, and no one in charge ever cared enough to do anything about it. I have one credit card. I have always had one credit card. Although I've never been tempted, my credit line ballooned to over $46,000. I rarely spend over two hundred bucks on my card in any month. Someone finally looked at my spending patterns, and they cut my credit in half when I received a new card. Maybe this recession is a good thing. Even credit card companies are starting to be rational.

Last night, I went to a pre-wedding party for a couple. They are getting married on Saturday in Las Vegas. They are also Rock Star junkies, so we spent the bulk of the evening taking turns singing, playing fake guitars and fake drums. I used to be in a real rock band, and playing the game made me miss my good old rocker days. Of course, where else but playing Rock Star can I sing "Tangled Up In Blue" by Bob Dylan? Oh yeah, karaoke. I went home tipsy and tired at midnight. That's usually when my band began playing in the rocker bars. You can never go home again, and you can never truly relive old glories. You can only mildly entertain at parties. I hope the couple has a great wedding & marriage.

While at the party, their dog knocked over my bottle of High Life, and I spilled my fiancee's drink on my pants. Did I mention that I broke a glass that morning? These are the days of Spring Knocks.

I have put a down payment reservation at the National Hispanic Cultural Center for May 1, 2010 for a wedding celebration. Good thing my fiancee is Hispanic, or we wouldn't have even got in the door. I have noticed that all down payments for weddings are non-refundable. If you want to back out or get cold feet, it's going to cost you. Fortunately, I already have the little precious baby as an incentive, so backing out really isn't an option. It's worth the price just to take the 'bastard' label off my daughter. That, and you know, I love her Mom.

The paper keeps saying there are positive signs that we are getting out of the recession. They say things like "tentatively optimistic" and "glimmers of hope." I know that the last six months have been less than easy, but really, if you live a simple honest life in the first place, the last half year hasn't been that bad, save a few broken glasses.

To say my mind is all over the place right now is an understatement. The Spring Knocks have knocked me around once again. Once the temperature hits eighty degrees, the cab starts to become a little yellow oven. When it hits ninety, all bets are off for maintaining sanity. Still, I like being cooked more than frozen. Of course, I was born in summertime.

Hang in there, everyone. If you're anything like me, you feel like you're scrambling at nothing in particular. As every month passes, we are one month closer to the better economy. It is just survival of the fittest, and not all the glasses will make it. Watch your step. There's probably still some shards on the ground.

Chris Jungle is a little dizzy.