Last night, Annie and I went to see the one and only, George Strait. Good times. He started out his set with the title of this blog, which I was surprised at. Good song, but not what I expected an opening number to be. One major drag was that they stopped selling beer at 10:00 P.M.!!! George didn't even start until 9:40. Crazy. I did manage to get one last beer in after the warning bell from a most gracious vendor. Unfortunately, it was Ass in a Glass, a.k.a. Bud Lite, but beggars can't be choosers. Twas a good thing that I had already had a few before that, or else I'd have been a tad hacked off.
Sweet Annie was also impressed of my ability to, um..... urinate outside. In a pasture. That posed as a parking lot. With only a few onlookers of my "horse-like" appendage. I know, I impress the heck outta the ladies. I know that you're asking yourself, "How is it possible that he managed to remain single all this time?" Odd, I know.
I'm still working on getting my cash back from the assorted money-holding institutions. It's not exactly going as smoothly as freshly shaven legs, that's for sure. I hope to have the rest of the cash in my accounts by the end of the week though. *fingers crossed*
Gotta go. Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Good News
I got my money back from my bank, well, almost all of it. I got by the almost $800 back that the bastages stole from me, but I'm still out the $250-$300 worth of overdraft fees that they tell me will be credited back in the next 1-2 business days. So, it will be Tuesday or Wednesday before I can call Neteller to get back the other $1000 that the bastages stole. What a mother-trucking train wreck. I'd like to be able to play some of the Crypto bonuses for May, but that ain't gonna happen. Damit! I think that I'm gonna have to get a new Neteller account number, which I think means that I'll have some major work to do with each and every poker account I have. Fun, fun, fun.
That's all for now. I am the beeeeooooooch's bastage though. The beoooch's bastage (paraphrase from "Things To Do In Denver When You Are Dead")
Keep on keepin' on.
That's all for now. I am the beeeeooooooch's bastage though. The beoooch's bastage (paraphrase from "Things To Do In Denver When You Are Dead")
Keep on keepin' on.
Real Quick
Here's my life in a nutshell:
A. I still don't have the money back in my bank account and Neteller says that they can't do anything until that happens. Net result: still in the red -$2200 and still no poker.
B. I'm still hung like a horse. Yep the rumors are true.
C. I worked in my parents backyard again (Hola Senior, me llamo es Manuel) fixing my parents fence, and unloading another truckload of dirt. And it was HOOOOOOOOOT!!!
D. The house is coming into a better state of disarray. Slowly but surely. Cameltoes bought a sweet bedroom set that'll make the ladies go gus............ you know the rest.
E. I've got an hour and a half commute this morning and I need to get going.
Keep on keepin' on.
A. I still don't have the money back in my bank account and Neteller says that they can't do anything until that happens. Net result: still in the red -$2200 and still no poker.
B. I'm still hung like a horse. Yep the rumors are true.
C. I worked in my parents backyard again (Hola Senior, me llamo es Manuel) fixing my parents fence, and unloading another truckload of dirt. And it was HOOOOOOOOOT!!!
D. The house is coming into a better state of disarray. Slowly but surely. Cameltoes bought a sweet bedroom set that'll make the ladies go gus............ you know the rest.
E. I've got an hour and a half commute this morning and I need to get going.
Keep on keepin' on.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Dang, It's Been A While
Well sports fans, I'm back. I know that you're days have been a little empty without my wit, charm, humor, and sarcasm. To this, I apologize.
Since my last post, a lot has changed, and a lot hasn't. Here's a breakdown of my life over the last 10 days or so.
Things that haven't changed:
1. I'm still a pimp-playa, true money make. *All the ladies ohh and aww, and a throw in a little gush for good measure.*
2. I'm still out the money that was stolen. Luckily, only about $800 cleared my checking account. I'm still out the approximately $1000 from my Neteller account. Basically, I'm running in circles trying to get this fixed. In the meantime, my bank account reads $183.45. Gee, I think that I can pay my phone bill and my half of the cable/internet bill with that. I might have enough left over to buy a $0.05 mint at a restaurant.
3. The clinic has not broken ground, still. I have no idea when it's going to get started either. It may be the first of the year before we open our doors. Just think, in January, we were hoping for a opening day of around the Fourth of July. Just a tad off.
4. Big R and Lil N are still together. (How Lil N does it, I have no idea.)
5. The Rangers and Astros are hanging in there, with better than fair hopes of making it to Ocotober goodness.
Things that have changed (well, that's just about everything, but here's a short list):
1. I have moved into the new house that Cameltoes bought.
Here's a brief breakdown of our journey. Friday and Saturday (12th and 13th) we loaded the moving van. Let's just say that I was tired after that, mainly because I was in the middle of a 10 day stretch of no more than 6 hours of sleep a night. Saturday we also cleaned his house, which took a while too. We managed to finish with everything by around 6:00 P.M.
We left Oregon on Sunday morning, delayed because we had to remove the offensive material and objects off of his moving van (we parked it outside of his old clinic, and his old techs had a little fun). What was written/placed on it you ask? Well, let's just say that there were a lot of "Brokeback Mountain" references, and not very subtle. They also placed a sex toy on the antenna. Thanks. Oh, and they also tied Coke cans to the rear of the van. Oh, and they drew very nasty pictures on the van too. Thanks again.
We only made it to Rock Springs, WY, due to the serious altitude changes that occur when traveling across the mountains. We probably only managed to average 60 mph or so over that stretch. We slept about 6 hours that night and hit the road that Monday morning. We made it to Amarillo and stayed there that night. Again, with about 5.5 hours of sleep. We made it to Ft. Worth by 2:15 P.M. and started unpacking by 2:30 and finished that evening. We then had to drive about 45 minutes to pick up my dogs and assorted belongings from my sister's house. I finished with everything by about 11:00 P.M.
The next morning, Wednesday, we got up early again, to head to my storage shed to load up my stuff. We finished with everything by about mid-afternoon. Basically, we have been trying to unpack everything and get this house into some sort of order ever since. Although, it's been slow going, because I have worked Thursday, Friday, and Monday.
Annie helped me with my bedroom on Sunday, so now at least that's done. It looks good too, I might add. Thanks Baby.
Now I just have to figure out where to put the cowhide, sheepskin, coyote skin, and my cow skulls. Why? Because the chicks just love it, that's why. (Ladies, I know that you are jealous of Annie. Just don't get into a cat-fight. Unless there's a pool of Jello involved. Then by all means, cat-fight away.*)
So, I've been kickin' it, trying to get my life back into order - and doing a rather poor job of it, I might add. I still have a ton of boxes left to unpack, but at least I have my desktop set up. Well, that was the first thing I did. Seriously. It was because the cable dude was coming the day we were unloading my stuff, and you have to have your computer set up for him to give you the blessed internet. O.K., I would have set it up first anyway. Priorities, I know.
2. So far we have had 2 neighborhood soccer moms bring us "Welcome Packets" off cookies, muffins, and fruit**. They both talked to us for a while, while checking me out. It was hard for them to control their impulses, I'm sure. But seriously, I bet they were thinking about if we are gay or not. We made sure to straighten that out pretty quickly though. It was pretty funny, because you could tell that they were trying to figure it out. They were right about Cameltoes though. Me? I'm a motha-truckin' pimp. You betta axe somebody, beeeeooooooooooch.
3. I hope to have my monies returned to me by the end of the month. *fingers crossed*
Well, I'm sick of typing, and I'd better get ready, so I can head to the local Bank of America to try and straighten this out. And then get on the phone with Neteller and show them who's boss. I'm itchin' to play some poker, as I haven't since my Neteller account got wiped out. BASTAGES!!!!!
Keep on keepin' on. Peace.
* Come on, you know it would be fun if you could see two chicks Jello wrestling. If you are a female reading this, you know that you've always wanted to do that. What could be more fun, right? May I request red Jello?
** I predicted that the soccer mom's would jump all over this. Just for the record.
Since my last post, a lot has changed, and a lot hasn't. Here's a breakdown of my life over the last 10 days or so.
Things that haven't changed:
1. I'm still a pimp-playa, true money make. *All the ladies ohh and aww, and a throw in a little gush for good measure.*
2. I'm still out the money that was stolen. Luckily, only about $800 cleared my checking account. I'm still out the approximately $1000 from my Neteller account. Basically, I'm running in circles trying to get this fixed. In the meantime, my bank account reads $183.45. Gee, I think that I can pay my phone bill and my half of the cable/internet bill with that. I might have enough left over to buy a $0.05 mint at a restaurant.
3. The clinic has not broken ground, still. I have no idea when it's going to get started either. It may be the first of the year before we open our doors. Just think, in January, we were hoping for a opening day of around the Fourth of July. Just a tad off.
4. Big R and Lil N are still together. (How Lil N does it, I have no idea.)
5. The Rangers and Astros are hanging in there, with better than fair hopes of making it to Ocotober goodness.
Things that have changed (well, that's just about everything, but here's a short list):
1. I have moved into the new house that Cameltoes bought.
Here's a brief breakdown of our journey. Friday and Saturday (12th and 13th) we loaded the moving van. Let's just say that I was tired after that, mainly because I was in the middle of a 10 day stretch of no more than 6 hours of sleep a night. Saturday we also cleaned his house, which took a while too. We managed to finish with everything by around 6:00 P.M.
We left Oregon on Sunday morning, delayed because we had to remove the offensive material and objects off of his moving van (we parked it outside of his old clinic, and his old techs had a little fun). What was written/placed on it you ask? Well, let's just say that there were a lot of "Brokeback Mountain" references, and not very subtle. They also placed a sex toy on the antenna. Thanks. Oh, and they also tied Coke cans to the rear of the van. Oh, and they drew very nasty pictures on the van too. Thanks again.
We only made it to Rock Springs, WY, due to the serious altitude changes that occur when traveling across the mountains. We probably only managed to average 60 mph or so over that stretch. We slept about 6 hours that night and hit the road that Monday morning. We made it to Amarillo and stayed there that night. Again, with about 5.5 hours of sleep. We made it to Ft. Worth by 2:15 P.M. and started unpacking by 2:30 and finished that evening. We then had to drive about 45 minutes to pick up my dogs and assorted belongings from my sister's house. I finished with everything by about 11:00 P.M.
The next morning, Wednesday, we got up early again, to head to my storage shed to load up my stuff. We finished with everything by about mid-afternoon. Basically, we have been trying to unpack everything and get this house into some sort of order ever since. Although, it's been slow going, because I have worked Thursday, Friday, and Monday.
Annie helped me with my bedroom on Sunday, so now at least that's done. It looks good too, I might add. Thanks Baby.
Now I just have to figure out where to put the cowhide, sheepskin, coyote skin, and my cow skulls. Why? Because the chicks just love it, that's why. (Ladies, I know that you are jealous of Annie. Just don't get into a cat-fight. Unless there's a pool of Jello involved. Then by all means, cat-fight away.*)
So, I've been kickin' it, trying to get my life back into order - and doing a rather poor job of it, I might add. I still have a ton of boxes left to unpack, but at least I have my desktop set up. Well, that was the first thing I did. Seriously. It was because the cable dude was coming the day we were unloading my stuff, and you have to have your computer set up for him to give you the blessed internet. O.K., I would have set it up first anyway. Priorities, I know.
2. So far we have had 2 neighborhood soccer moms bring us "Welcome Packets" off cookies, muffins, and fruit**. They both talked to us for a while, while checking me out. It was hard for them to control their impulses, I'm sure. But seriously, I bet they were thinking about if we are gay or not. We made sure to straighten that out pretty quickly though. It was pretty funny, because you could tell that they were trying to figure it out. They were right about Cameltoes though. Me? I'm a motha-truckin' pimp. You betta axe somebody, beeeeooooooooooch.
3. I hope to have my monies returned to me by the end of the month. *fingers crossed*
Well, I'm sick of typing, and I'd better get ready, so I can head to the local Bank of America to try and straighten this out. And then get on the phone with Neteller and show them who's boss. I'm itchin' to play some poker, as I haven't since my Neteller account got wiped out. BASTAGES!!!!!
Keep on keepin' on. Peace.
* Come on, you know it would be fun if you could see two chicks Jello wrestling. If you are a female reading this, you know that you've always wanted to do that. What could be more fun, right? May I request red Jello?
** I predicted that the soccer mom's would jump all over this. Just for the record.
Friday, May 12, 2006
I Made It To Oregon, Not Good For Wear
Yesterday, I flew to Oregon. The day started out with a pretty nasty scare. It started with checking my bag in at the curb. I hand the dude my driver's license and everything is cool. I then procede up to the security check point and they ask me for my license. Cool. Only I look in my wallet, and it's not there. I check all my pockets. Nothing. I'm starting to sweat now, so I head back to the curbside pickup area and ask the dude if he has my license. No. I spend the next 10 minutes or so, ripping apart my backpack, and checking my pockets for another 15 times or so. I then think decide to check my wallet again, for the 3rd or 4th time. This time, the way I held it must have changed, because I managed to see my license.
Where was it?
Underneath a picture of my mom. Cute huh? Thanks a lot Mom.
I then get on the plane with no other hassles, and land in Oregon. I have a 2.5 hour layover there so I fire up the laptop to play some online poker. I fire up UKbetting to start on the May monthly bonus, and make a deposit. A message comes up, "Insufficient funds in your Neteller accoutn." Rugh, row Shaggy. My heart sank, because I knew something was wrong, as I had almost $1000 in my account.
I then log into my account to see that there were 2 withdrawls from my account for about $1700 from an online casino and an online sports betting site. Not cool. Not cool.
I spend the next hour or so on the phone with Neteller and my bank to get this corrected. Neteller said that there were quite a few others that had been robbed like this. Beautiful.
I managed to put a hold on my checking accout, which is a major pain in the buttocks, because now even I don't have access to it. I spent about a half hour on the phone trying to pay bills that need to be paid in the next week, and get an added bonus of having a $10 fee added for the "priveledge" of paying over the phone. Well screw you very much. What a mess.
Now, I have to wait until next week before I can have Neteller put the money back into my account, which pretty much kills any dreams of online poker playing for the next week or so. If I ever found the mother trucker that did this.......well, let's just say a pair of pliers and a blowtorch would be involved (can you name the movie reference?)*
Cameltoes and I packed the heck outta the U-Haul truck today. I'm pretty tired, as we got a lot done, but we still have a bunch more to do tomorrow. And we get to clean. Jealous????
We are going to leave Oregon on Sunday morning, rather than Sunday afternoon, which is good. We are hoping to make it back to Texas by Tuesday afternoon/evening. We have about 2200 miles or so to travel, but I did manage to get the empty truck to 75 mph. That means we should be able to average at least 65 mph loaded; maybe even 70. *fingers crossed*
I gotta jump in the shower to get ready for the night's activities. Hope all of you in Texas are holding down the fort for me. I'm ready to get back to the greatest state in the union.
Keep on keepin' on.
* For those of you that don't know, it's from "Pulp Fiction."
Where was it?
Underneath a picture of my mom. Cute huh? Thanks a lot Mom.
I then get on the plane with no other hassles, and land in Oregon. I have a 2.5 hour layover there so I fire up the laptop to play some online poker. I fire up UKbetting to start on the May monthly bonus, and make a deposit. A message comes up, "Insufficient funds in your Neteller accoutn." Rugh, row Shaggy. My heart sank, because I knew something was wrong, as I had almost $1000 in my account.
I then log into my account to see that there were 2 withdrawls from my account for about $1700 from an online casino and an online sports betting site. Not cool. Not cool.
I spend the next hour or so on the phone with Neteller and my bank to get this corrected. Neteller said that there were quite a few others that had been robbed like this. Beautiful.
I managed to put a hold on my checking accout, which is a major pain in the buttocks, because now even I don't have access to it. I spent about a half hour on the phone trying to pay bills that need to be paid in the next week, and get an added bonus of having a $10 fee added for the "priveledge" of paying over the phone. Well screw you very much. What a mess.
Now, I have to wait until next week before I can have Neteller put the money back into my account, which pretty much kills any dreams of online poker playing for the next week or so. If I ever found the mother trucker that did this.......well, let's just say a pair of pliers and a blowtorch would be involved (can you name the movie reference?)*
Cameltoes and I packed the heck outta the U-Haul truck today. I'm pretty tired, as we got a lot done, but we still have a bunch more to do tomorrow. And we get to clean. Jealous????
We are going to leave Oregon on Sunday morning, rather than Sunday afternoon, which is good. We are hoping to make it back to Texas by Tuesday afternoon/evening. We have about 2200 miles or so to travel, but I did manage to get the empty truck to 75 mph. That means we should be able to average at least 65 mph loaded; maybe even 70. *fingers crossed*
I gotta jump in the shower to get ready for the night's activities. Hope all of you in Texas are holding down the fort for me. I'm ready to get back to the greatest state in the union.
Keep on keepin' on.
* For those of you that don't know, it's from "Pulp Fiction."
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Off to Oregon
My world has been pretty interesting as of late, with - you know - stuff. I've been working like a dog for room and board, which is good. I have also had very, very limited internet access, which makes posting on this here masterpiece a little tough. (I realize the term "masterpiece" is being used a tad liberally here, but hey, it's my blog).
I have an offer to buy a clinic in the middle of nowhere in East Texas. I'm gonna ponder quite a bit and "chew the cud" on it for a while, as I'm not sure that I want that much stress in my life. Or, if I want my little brother, Bubba, working for me, which he most likely would if I bought the sucker. Actually, I would love to have Bubba work for me, it's just a matter if he would want to or not.
Tomorrow I fly off to the great state of Oregon to pack up Cameltoes (a.k.a. Dr. Toes, a.k.a. Sir Toes, a.k.a. Sir Cameltoes, a.k.a. Corps Homosexual, a.k.a. Andrea Lover, a.k.a. Ally Lover, a.k.a. Mr. "I swear I won't go to class anymore, if you sleep with me."*). Shite, that's a lot of aliases.
I have an offer to buy a clinic in the middle of nowhere in East Texas. I'm gonna ponder quite a bit and "chew the cud" on it for a while, as I'm not sure that I want that much stress in my life. Or, if I want my little brother, Bubba, working for me, which he most likely would if I bought the sucker. Actually, I would love to have Bubba work for me, it's just a matter if he would want to or not.
Tomorrow I fly off to the great state of Oregon to pack up Cameltoes (a.k.a. Dr. Toes, a.k.a. Sir Toes, a.k.a. Sir Cameltoes, a.k.a. Corps Homosexual, a.k.a. Andrea Lover, a.k.a. Ally Lover, a.k.a. Mr. "I swear I won't go to class anymore, if you sleep with me."*). Shite, that's a lot of aliases.
My flight leaves somewhere in the 9:00 in the A.M. hour, and will make it to my final destination around 3:00 or so. I've got a nasty 3 hour layover, which I plan on knocking out some serious online poker, since I haven't played in the last 8-9 days or so (I need to get up on dat, I know).
Our rough itenary will be as follows.
Thursday: arrive there and head to Sir Toes' pad. Do what needs to be done and probably watch baseball and eat and drink beer (Miller Lite if you please).
Friday: Wake up and finish up with assorted packing of stuff the Cameltoes has left to be done. In the afternoon, we will pick up the truck and possibly start loading it, depending if Sir Toes has it in him to do so.
Saturday: Do the brunt-monkey work of loading his stuff and his ex's stuff into said large moving truck. That will take out the vast majority of the day, methinks, because Cameltoes is slower than molasses in January. Strike that, he's slower than Shelby (Lil N's dog) trying to learn a new trick. Strike that, he's slower than Big R trying to take off Lil N's bra. Strike that, he's slower than Big Judy trying to explain why he made out with the real Judy.
Saturday, post-loading of massive truck: Maybe, just maybe, clean a little and spackling of the walls. (No, Big R, I'm not talking about the crack spackle that you need).
Sunday: Clean, clean, clean. Take off for the Great State of Texas. Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaw!!! Drive at the speed of sound, um, or as fast as the truck will let us - which I'm hoping is at least 60mph.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: Drive, drive, drive. Unload, unload, unload into the new "Pimpin' Bachelor Pad of Love." Maybe have enough time to load up my stuff into the truck.
Thursday: Either unload my stuff or load/unload my stuff. Hopefully the former, because I have to work on then and Friday.
Friday: Start da "Pimpin' of Ho's**" Pass out from exhaustion from the most hectic 8-9 days of my life. Continue with da "Pimpin' of Ho's***".
As a wise black man once said, "Pimpin' ain't easy." You dam right brotha, you dam right.
It's gonna be a while before I can post again, so keep on keepin' on.
* Cameltoes really said that while we were in school. Very smooth dude. The story would take a little too long to type, but let's just say it didn't work. Poor, poor blue and swollen Cameltoes. (The last sentence is pretty dang funny, if you ask me. I'm still laughing as I type this, but I know you ladies out there won't appreciate it. Too bad, I guess.)
** There will most certainly not be any "pimpin' of ho's" whilst at the house, so breathe easy Annie and Short S (Cameltoes's lady).
*** See above footnote.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Hola, Me Llamo es Manuel
I've been busier than a one-armed paper hanger this past week, so I'm sorry to my faithful 2-4 readers out there that have been disappointed in my lack of writing. I know you have been pained by it.
Yep, I worked outside in my parents back yard again this week, Friday actually. I planted another 300-400 plants again. Joy. At least it was a nice day, and not hotter than hell.
Yesterday, Big R came up to visit, and I'm paying for it as I type this. He got into town about 1:00 or so, and we cracked the first beer by 1:01. We started off by hitting Lone Star Park for some Kentucky Derby wagering. I placed $40 worth of wagers, and won $28.40 off my $2 place bet on Bluegrass Cat. I completely forgot that I made that bet, until I went through my betting stubs, and the last one was that ticket. Which made me happy and sad. Happy because I won. Sad because I was going to have to wait in line for 20 minutes or so to cash it in because everybody and their dogs were waiting to cash in too. Needless to say, Big R was thrilled.
We then went to the Rangers game. It was a fun game, with cool weather, but the Yankees won the game, which also hacked me off. Oh well.
After the game, we went to a local watering hole - where, unexpectedly - Annie and her friends were hanging out. Pretty crazy. We all sat together and had a good time, but I was glad when they left. I'm kidding Annie, really I am. I was glad that Big R and her could meet, and good times were had by all.
Poker content:
I did finish the Will Hill bonus. Yeah.
Well, as Porky Pig would say, "That's all folks."
I've got to check out another puppy.
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. Sorry for the lame post, but I'm too tired/hungover to really be very creative. The next one will be better.
Yep, I worked outside in my parents back yard again this week, Friday actually. I planted another 300-400 plants again. Joy. At least it was a nice day, and not hotter than hell.
Yesterday, Big R came up to visit, and I'm paying for it as I type this. He got into town about 1:00 or so, and we cracked the first beer by 1:01. We started off by hitting Lone Star Park for some Kentucky Derby wagering. I placed $40 worth of wagers, and won $28.40 off my $2 place bet on Bluegrass Cat. I completely forgot that I made that bet, until I went through my betting stubs, and the last one was that ticket. Which made me happy and sad. Happy because I won. Sad because I was going to have to wait in line for 20 minutes or so to cash it in because everybody and their dogs were waiting to cash in too. Needless to say, Big R was thrilled.
We then went to the Rangers game. It was a fun game, with cool weather, but the Yankees won the game, which also hacked me off. Oh well.
After the game, we went to a local watering hole - where, unexpectedly - Annie and her friends were hanging out. Pretty crazy. We all sat together and had a good time, but I was glad when they left. I'm kidding Annie, really I am. I was glad that Big R and her could meet, and good times were had by all.
Poker content:
I did finish the Will Hill bonus. Yeah.
Well, as Porky Pig would say, "That's all folks."
I've got to check out another puppy.
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. Sorry for the lame post, but I'm too tired/hungover to really be very creative. The next one will be better.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Manuel Labor, Again
Since a brotha can't get much veterinary related work, I got to work in my parents backyard. Only it was raining. And mucho lightning. And we were outside with shovels and wheel-barrels hauling another truckload of dirt. Metal is an insulator, not a conductor right? Oooohhh, it is a conductor, that's why you should not have metal objects in your hands in a storm. My dad and I decided to ignore that rule today. It's cuz we're brave like that. Maybe that's why the ladies call me "Braveheart."
I typed an email to Annie under the influence of my sister's itunes music. When am I going to learn that I should never, never listen to bad music and write. I intended to type a nice email -just the ordinary stuff like how's it going, etc. Instead, I was listening to Beyonce (hottie) and I started quoting parts of the song in the email. By the time it was all finished, I either made a fool of myself, or I scored serious points on the "I'm looking for a guy with a sense of humor" scale. I'm leaning towards the former, but hoping for the last one.
I also let her read my unfinished "Adventures in Online Dating" story. She approved, and she even laughed. Whew.
Tonight a bunch of us are going out for my sister's birthday dinner. It should be fun, I hope. I'm not sure what I'm going to get her for her birthday yet. I'm pretty sure that she won't want a cross-dressing midget who will jump out of the cake and sing "Happy Birthday." Probably not because she's lame like that, because seriously, who wouldn't want that? I know that Lil N would. She told me. (She was drunk when she told me, Big R).
I'm getting a redneck accessory put on my truck today: a Flowmaster exhaust system with dual exhaust pipes out da back. If that don't make the women gush, I don't know what will.
I know, I know, you're wondering why the women aren't beating down my door with all of my smooth talk. I wonder that too, really I do.
Poker Content:
I started playing poker again today, mainly because it's been raining like a mother here, and I can't work in my parents backyard today. I also have about 5 hours to kill before my truck's exhaust system is finished. I'm working on the Will Hill bonus first, mainly because it only requires 5 hours to finish. Actually, I'm 2 tabling it right now, which might be why this post is a little jagged, if you know what I mean.
I just had this hand occur. I'm in the SB w/Ad4d and it folds around to me. I raise and the BB calls. Flop is AhTh5h. I bet, he calls. Turn is a Td. I bet, he calls. River is a Qc. I bet, he raises, and I called because this guy is a little tricky sometimes. He had JsTc. Ouch.
My question is, was he correct in calling the raise anyway, considering I'd been playing tight, abc poker the entire time? I'm not exactly sure he was correct to call, but who am I? If it was sooooted, then I think it's O.K. to call, but there are a LOT of hands that I would be raising with that have him hugely dominated. Any thoughts would be appreciated.
I typed an email to Annie under the influence of my sister's itunes music. When am I going to learn that I should never, never listen to bad music and write. I intended to type a nice email -just the ordinary stuff like how's it going, etc. Instead, I was listening to Beyonce (hottie) and I started quoting parts of the song in the email. By the time it was all finished, I either made a fool of myself, or I scored serious points on the "I'm looking for a guy with a sense of humor" scale. I'm leaning towards the former, but hoping for the last one.
I also let her read my unfinished "Adventures in Online Dating" story. She approved, and she even laughed. Whew.
Tonight a bunch of us are going out for my sister's birthday dinner. It should be fun, I hope. I'm not sure what I'm going to get her for her birthday yet. I'm pretty sure that she won't want a cross-dressing midget who will jump out of the cake and sing "Happy Birthday." Probably not because she's lame like that, because seriously, who wouldn't want that? I know that Lil N would. She told me. (She was drunk when she told me, Big R).
I'm getting a redneck accessory put on my truck today: a Flowmaster exhaust system with dual exhaust pipes out da back. If that don't make the women gush, I don't know what will.
I know, I know, you're wondering why the women aren't beating down my door with all of my smooth talk. I wonder that too, really I do.
Poker Content:
I started playing poker again today, mainly because it's been raining like a mother here, and I can't work in my parents backyard today. I also have about 5 hours to kill before my truck's exhaust system is finished. I'm working on the Will Hill bonus first, mainly because it only requires 5 hours to finish. Actually, I'm 2 tabling it right now, which might be why this post is a little jagged, if you know what I mean.
I just had this hand occur. I'm in the SB w/Ad4d and it folds around to me. I raise and the BB calls. Flop is AhTh5h. I bet, he calls. Turn is a Td. I bet, he calls. River is a Qc. I bet, he raises, and I called because this guy is a little tricky sometimes. He had JsTc. Ouch.
My question is, was he correct in calling the raise anyway, considering I'd been playing tight, abc poker the entire time? I'm not exactly sure he was correct to call, but who am I? If it was sooooted, then I think it's O.K. to call, but there are a LOT of hands that I would be raising with that have him hugely dominated. Any thoughts would be appreciated.
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