An Interesting Little Sunday

How do I start this post? Let me first preface what I'm about to describe it pretty interesting and was pretty dang surreal. I'm not saying that these people are wrong or judging them, but let's just say that Annie and I felt pretty dang uncomfortable.

I was watching TV the other day and I found out that a national minister was going to be speaking at a local church. So Annie and I are decided to go and see him, knowing nothing about the church itself (insert eerie foreshadowing here).

Let me say first that I had never seen this pastor actually preach. I had just seen him lecture. When he lectured, he simply talked normally, like any one of us do. What happened to us was nothing of the sort.

We show up to the church, and it's a very nice building. The service was supposed to start at 10:30, and by about 10:29, only 1/2 of the seats were filled. That's when I got a the feeling that this was going to be a long, long service. I told her that and she looked thrilled. The reason that I thought that was because churches that have long services, tend to not "fill up" until about 30 minutes into the service. Oh how I was right.

The people are very, very into the service, most of the people are dancing in some way, and a lot of them are crying. Crying. Almost everybody was speaking out loud different things. Different, but we are still half-way O.K. with the situation. We just figured that they were really into the music.

After an hour (an hour!!!) of music and singing (which I think was a tad much), the pastor of the church came up to introduce the guest minister. While he did that, he all of a sudden started "speaking in tongues." For a long time. We just sat there, not really sure what to think about what was going on.

Then the guest pastor gave his sermon, which was fine. What was about to happen, neither Annie or I were quite prepared for.

He then asked people to come up front if they had certain problems in their life. So a dozen or so folks went up front, and he started praying for them. OK.

Pretty soon, we see people starting to drop. I mean he was laying his hand on their heads, and then they would fall back and onto the floor. One woman, after seeing another woman drop, came over to her with a small blanket and fanned her for a while and then placed it over her like a blanket. The woman was laid out for about 10 minutes.

While in the midst of this, the pastor started speaking in tongues too, all the while, people are dropping like flies. He would put his hand on their heads, shake violently, and then the person would fall to the floor. No lie.

I have to say, that I was hoping that he was going to lay Annie out too. I think that she would have enjoyed it. :)

Needless to say, we were at a loss for words. At this point the service has been going on for over 2 hours, and we really didn't want to leave it early, but since there was no end in sight, we discretely exited stage left.

Talk about "The Road Goes On Forever." Wow.

After we left, Annie said, "I feel like I need to either cry or take a 3 hour nap." I told her that I was pretty drained too.

So we made a deal to head back there next week.

Just kidding.

I'm still trying to absorb all that occurred during that church service. I'm not quite sure what to make of it all. For instance, what do the people "feel" when they get laid out? Do they feel anything when they are laid out on the floor? Or are they just exhausted and they can't get up? And can I get them to do that to Annie? Or can I do that to Big R on command? I'd like to be able to do that; I think it would be pretty fun.

Well, keep on keepin' on. And the moral to the story: Research a church before you attend it.

Oh, I Forgot

I'm so sorry. I forgot to mention that one of my clients today had the name of "G. Himann."

It only would have been better if his name would have been "Busta Himann." That would be cool.

You are welcome.

Kickin' It Old School

Today I'm at a clinic that's not exactly a new building. I think that it was built sometime around the age of the Egyptian pyramids. One interesting accessory is the duct tape covering up massive holes in the linoleum. It's also holding down random parts of the linoleum down, kind of like a patch. Classy. He has computers but they aren't being used for any veterinary purposes that I can see. Confusing, to say the least.

My technician is a man, about 60 years old, who smokes like a chimney. He's a nice guy, but he doesn't exactly move very quickly. Right now he is cleaning a dog's teeth.. I'm just ready for lunch, and my daily nap. I know, it's a rough life. A brotha's just got to get by.

I just pulled 4 teeth from a poodle. The pooch is gonna be gumming it now.

Public service announcement: Have your pets teeth cleaned by your veterinarian regularly. It will save you hassles in the future.

Annie is gonna watch the best boy band in the world tonight (it's Rascal Flatts, in case you are wondering). And no, Lil N, it's not NKOTB. I wonder if they are gonna play their hit song, "Backstreet's Back, Alright!" Wait, wrong boy band. Anyway, she's gonna be in Austin for the next two nights, so I'm gonna be a bachelor for a while. Time for naked chicks dancing on Cameltoes' and my table!*

I hope that they actually play Game 4 of the World Series tonight. There's talk that it may get postponed again. Go Cards!

I'd better get back to the real world. Keep on keepin' on.

*Annie, no strippers will be dancing on the table. And I'm just giving you a hard time about "The Boys". I know that you absolutely love them.

I Love San Antonio

Annie and I had a great weekend in San Antonio, as always. Here's the breakdown of our weekend.

Friday we left Annie's around 7:00 P.M., which was kind of a late start, but I had to work until 6:00. We drove straight to Austin to stay with her grandparents. We finally made it to north Austin by 11 P.M. Not a fun drive, because we hit nasty traffic in Austin, and that forced us to take a crazy detour.

Her grandparents we waiting for us, and we had a nice chat with them until we reached a point of utter fatigue. We then got up around 6:30 Saturday morning so we could leave by 8:00. We made it to Sea World (finally after a mistake by me) by 10:30. It was great weather then, and best of all, there were very few people there. We basically had a lot of the park to ourselves for the first 2 hours that we were there.

We even rode on one of the roller coasters, and had zero wait there. Annie was scared to say the least, and the 2 guys that sat in the car in front of us got a kick out of her repeating, "Oh gosh, oh gosh!" That was pretty funny.

For those of you that are considering going to Sea World, I would tell you one thing: Just remember that it's designed for kids, so keep that in mind.

Except for the Busch bar. They have a beer tasting deal where you get to try 4-5 different beers and eat chocolate, fruit, cheese and crackers. You also get 2 free drinks there too. If I wasn't so tired by the time we went there, I would have fully taken advantage of that situation. Plus, we were only a few hours away from real drinking at Judy's house, that I really wasn't concerned about getting a shortage of beer in my system for the day.

Also, don't bother with the whale and dolphin show. It pretty much consists of a bunch of gay men (and some women) performing crazy dances/acrobatic moves, with a little whale or dolphin tricks thrown in. So bear that in mind if you heed my advice.

After finishing with Sea World we headed over to Big Judy's house. Annie and I took a short nap, before we had to get ready for the night's activities. My best friend from undergrad and his wife came over too. We had a good dinner and then headed over to the dance hall.

Long story short, Big Judy started drinking like a fish. Seriously. So, it wasn't too long before he was too drunk to be able to keep his head off the table. Until the bouncer told him that he had to keep his head off of the table. Seriously. It wasn't much longer after that moment that we went back home. On the way, Judy's wife and I thought that it would be a good idea to drunk dial her mom.....At 1:30 in the morning. She is a great mom and was glad to talk to us. I spouted off something about how she was lucky that she didn't have to drive our drunk ass home that night (which she had to do the last time I was in San Antonio). She just laughed and agreed.

Poor Judy had to be at work at 8 the next morning. We I get a call from him around 9 that morning, and he went on to tell me that he had already hurled 2-3 times that morning.

I was on the phone with him for about 5 minutes when he said, "Dude, I'm gonna have to let you go. I think that I'm gonna hurl."

I started laughing and asked him if he was serious.

He replied, "Dude I gotta go. I'm gonna hurl."

Click.

He really did have to go. I started laughing pretty hard. Poor Judy.

He managed to toss his cookies about a half dozen times this morning. Poor Judy.

We took off around 2:45. Traffic on I-35 is HORRIFIC! I think that the next time that we go to San Antonio, we are going to fly. It will just be easier, and much more relaxing.

Keep on keepin' on kids.

I Love This Job

This week is one of those glorious weeks where everything comes together at work. And I'm not even talking about cool cases that I saw, or everything going right. I'm talking about not seeing hardly any patients.

Monday was the only "busy" day that I've had this week, and that's not saying much. I wasn't exactly slow, but it was steady, and I had plenty of time to play on the computer inbetween appointments.

Tuesday I took off. No trabajo.

Wednesday, as I was driving to work, I had a great feeling that it was going to be a slow day. I had no idea how slow it was actually going to be though. I think that I saw 4 patients all day. So I mainly sat on my butt and played on the computer.

Today has also been very slow. I even got a 3 hour lunch today, and I could have really taken a 5 hour lunch and nobody would have missed me. Seriously. Five hours.

I'll take these days as often as I can get them, as I get paid the same amount whether or not I see 1 patient or 100. And to borrow an interesting phrase that works well here, "It's all pink on the inside."

I'm looking forward to heading out of town this weekend. San Antonio is one of my favorite towns to visit. I just hope that Annie can keep track of her purse this time. (Last time we went to San Antonio, she got her purse stolen out of her Explorer minutes before we were supposed to leave, thereby delaying us about 3 hours or so.).

I'd better get back to doing nothing. Keep on keepin' on.

I Need A Hobby

I really don't have much else to do with my life now that poker is out of my life. I used to spend a lot of time playing cards, and now I have a void to fill.

I have kind of given up on the band thing, I guess. I can't even remember the last time I picked up my guitar. It's kind of tough playing when you don't have anyone else to jam with. I really should sell my guitar equipment, so I can at least get some cash out of it, although it won't be anywhere close to what I paid for the stuff. It's just sitting there taking up a lot of space. But, maybe I won't.

Annie and I are going to San Antonio this weekend. We are going to stay at her grandparents on Friday night in the greater Austin area. Then Saturday will be spent at Sea World. After that, we are going to Big Judy's house for dinner with him, his wife, and my friend from college and his wife. I'm not exactly sure what we are going to do after dinner, but I'm sure it will be fun.

I've been in a funk today. I really don't want to work, or do much of anything today. I need a vacation. Wait....Didn't I just go on one with the lovely Annie? Yes. We did. But now it's over 6 weeks later, and I would like to go on another one. I think that I'm getting a little burned out with the work stuff.

I found out a few weeks ago that a veterinary agency is going to open up in Colorado. How fun would that be if I could get some work there, and then turn it into a working vacation? Just a thought, but I don't think that I'll be able to do it, as long as I'm going to work at the clinic here that's being built. Nothing like a back-up plan though, right?

Last night, Annie and I took my dog Earl to a lake near my house. It was a beautiful day, and it was very nice to sit on the beach (if you can call it a "beach") and just relax. I think that Earl had a good time too. I really wish that my parents wouldn't have sold their boat, because I really would have a fun time with it. But, the boat was starting to become pretty unreliable, and would occasionally leave one stranded in the middle of the lake. Not fun.

I guess I'd better stop this insanity. I'll see you on the flipside.

Keep on keepin' on.

Rainy Days And Mondays

They do always get me down. Although I can't stand that song, can you?

It's been raining cats and dogs around the DFW metroplex quite a lot the last 2 days. And now I'll tell you a very lame joke that I made up:

I sure am glad that we are in a veterinary clinic, because it's raining cats and dogs out there.

Ba-dum-dum-ching.

Horrible. I know. I really should get a life.

The Cowboys/Texans game was a lot of fun. We even managed to stay very dry too, thanks to the roof at Texas Stadium. Our seats put us right in front of the cheerleaders. Horrible, I know. We suffered through the game, going between the players and the action on the field, to the cheerleaders, and the action there. It was a tough job, but somebody has to do it. Cameltoes took a few pics of them, so I might be able to post one or two on here at a later date.

I'm looking forward to seeing what the new Cowboys stadium will look like. I've tried to see what it will look like, and all I've seen are some cheesey pictures that don't really show me very much.

This is pretty boring, so I think that I'll end the insanity now.

Keep on keepin' on.

GO COWBOYS!!!

Dr. Toes and I managed to get SWEET (and FREE) tickets to today's Cowboys/Texans game. And a free parking pass. So Chief Pounds on Toes and I are leaving in about 20 minutes to head to the game. Jealous????

Too Much Fun

Here is a story that I found on Fox News' website. This is way too funny and I'll add my comments in bold as we go along:

Researchers Surprised by Size of Syrian Camel Bones
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Associated Press

O.K. Now that alone deserves a little snicker. Just that headline. I wonder if the camel "bones" are of the male variety or the female variety. As in cameltoes, or camelschlong? Hmmm.

"DAMASCUS, Syria — Hunters stalked giant camels as tall as some modern-day elephants in the Syrian desert tens of thousands of years ago, (Damn, those are some really, really big cameltoes, huh?) and archaeologists behind the find are wondering where the camels came from and what caused them to die off. (I bet they died off from too much exposure to the sun, which then led to dried and cracked cameltoes. And since none of the males liked dried and cracked cameltoes, they wouldn't mate with the females, thereby leading to their demise.)

The enormous beasts existed about 100,000 years ago and more of the bones, first discovered last year, have been found this year in the sands about 150 miles north of the capital, Damascus.
The animal, branded the "Syrian Camel" (Or as I like to call them "Cameltoes With So Much Hair You Could Wear It As A Wig") by its Swiss and Syrian discoverers, stood between three and four yards high — about twice the size of latter-day camels (with their ever so dainty cameltoes. I spit in your general direction.) and the height at the shoulder of many African elephants.

"The camel is a dromedary but extremely big and extremely tall — about double the size of a modern day camel," said Jean-Marie Le Tensorer, who led the Swiss side of the team.

The camels did not appear to have been bred by humans as beasts of burden, the scientists said, raising questions about its provenance — and disappearance. (I really don't think that cameltoes should be used as "beasts of burden, do you?)

"What we want to know now is: where did it come from, and why did it disappear never to be seen again? Was it migrating from Asia to Africa?" said the team's Syrian leader, Heba al-Sakhel. (One has to wonder about disappearing Cameltoes, and why Chief Pounds On Toes decided to leave)
Le Tensorer said humanoid bones were discovered at a nearby site and stone tools used by early humans were found with the camel's bones, which are thought to be up to 100,000 years old.
"The bones — a fragment of an arm and a tooth — are, of course, of the hunter of the giant camel. He probably stalked his prey to a water spring where he came to drink," said Le Tensorer. (Don't you just love hunting for cameltoes? I know I do.)
"Ordinary camels appeared in the [Middle East] region some 6,000-7,000 years ago and, for the first time, we have a wild form and very, very old," he said." (and nobody, I mean nobody, likes "ordinary cameltoes." Everybody likes the "wild form" of them, but I'm not so sure about the "very, very old" cameltoes. You can have 'em.)


Now Annie, wasn't that funny?

Keep on keepin' on.

Awwwwww

Here's my Daisy. Isn't she cute? Awwwwww. And all the ladies go.......gush.

Back In The Saddle

Today I returned back to the working world, which is kind of refreshing considering how my week has gone thus far. I haven't worked since Monday, Tuesday I couldn't find any work, Wednesday was my small claims court trial, Thursday I asked off because I was still pretty sick, and today, I feel better, but I'm still blowing quite a lot of snot into assorting items(Kleenex, paper towels, shirt sleeves, little kids, you know, the usual.)

The stress in my life has now drastically been reduced, and for that I feel much better. Now I can kick it again like the crazy cracka that I am. Holla if ya hear me!!!!!

O.K. I'm back. Sorry about that last sentence. I'm not really sure what got into me.

I just got done removing the testicles from a very large Lab. And only one of them was actually in his scrotum (meaning the other one was still inside his abdomen). So I had to find the other one that decided that it liked the party better on the inside (probably because the drinks are better), so to speak. It took me a while to find that other sucker, as it was very small, and hiding out behind the bladder. But it was all in days work.

That's why they call me "Supervet." Well....um....they don't so much as call me that as much as "That tall drink of water," and I can't blame them. Just ask Annie.*

Cameltoes and I got Big R and Lil N's "save the date" magnet in the mail yesterday. How cute. So I guess that means we should probably show up, huh? Just kidding Big R.

I just figured out that I was a bit off on my estimate net from the court case if I actually collect it. It's not as impressive. Oh well, I'll take what I can get and not complain at all.

I think that's enough rambling for the day. Keep on keepin' on.

* Annie just rolled her eyes at that part, just FYI to my fellow readers.

End Of An Era

Well, I closed down my Neteller account, after getting $600 stolen and not reimbursed. I had to wait until today, because I had pending monies in random poker accounts. So, sadly, it's over. No more online poker. I think that I'll cry for most of the day.

Now I just have to hope that Totalbet will actually mail me my money from my account. We shall see. I could really use that $300 or so.

Keep on keepin' on.

And The Verdict Is......

in favor of me!!! Here's the short version of my small claims court case:

I was awarded about $2500. His lawsuit was thrown out pretty quickly because he had nothing to stand on. In fact, his lawsuit made him look absolutely retarded, especially as a licensed realtor. And the judge made him realize that too. We even gave him a chance to settle out of court for $500 right before the trial. He said, "No. I'm here to sue." LOL!

But that's for now, because he can appeal. And my lawyer thinks that he will. Which means that I'd have to take off another day of work, and fly down to Houston again. I really, really hope that he doesn't, and it's not even about me getting $1400 (the net after paying my lawyer and my old roommate). I simply don't want to have to go back down there and do another trial. I'd try really, really hard to settle again out of court, if he decides to appeal. I'll bring it down to a net of $200 to settle out of court. At least that would pay for my flight down there, and I'd be essentially in the hole my deposit, which would put me exactly where I was before this entire fiasco started. Kinda funny how justice works, huh?

At least I'm feeling better now from my cold. I'm still blowing my nose every 10 minutes, but at least I feel about 65% now. Not too shabby, considering how horrific I felt on Tuesday.

I was supposed to work today, but I got someone to cover my shift, so I'm in recovery-mode today. So far, I've checked my email and typed this blog. Not a bad start to the day.

Keep on keepin' on.

Not Cool

I went to bed pretty early, for me, last night. I was in bed by 10:15, and I fell asleep almost instantly. Then I woke up at 2 AM to the feeling of somebody shoving needles in the back of my throat every time I swallowed. So, I got up and took a sweet concoction of Advil and Tramadol. I fell back to sleep shortly thereafter, and when I woke up about 45 minutes later, the pain was gone. Ah, the miracles of modern science.

I managed to remain awake, fully awake from 3:00 A.M. to about 5:00 A.M. So what did I do? I listened to talk radio. There was a dude talking about the "End Times." He talked about a lot of what I already know, but it was still pretty interesting to listen to da man speak. His own personal opinion, was that the end is within 10 years. I can't say that I disagree or agree, because "no man shall now the day or the hour," of Christ's return. Pretty scary stuff though, if you really start thinking about it.

Again, I managed to put in doom and gloom in my post. Sorry. It's probably because I feel like doom and gloom, or as I like to put it, a lump of ass.

Here's something exciting: Tomorrow morning, I get to fly down to Houston and have my day in court. For those of you that don't know, here's a recap:

My old landlord stole my deposit, and I asked him twice to send me receipts of the "repairs" of the place. He never sent them to me, because I really don't think he did the "repairs." I then sent him a letter that said if he didn't return my deposit, in full, I'd take him to court. So he sues me, that same day that he got the letter. So, I then counter-sue him, and here we are.

So by about 3 PM tomorrow, I'm either going to be up anywhere from $0-$4,500 or down $0-$4,500. Talk about variance. Basically it's a range of +$4,500 to -$4,500. I sure hope it's in the positive direction. The law "should" be on my side here, but since small claims court is a circus, it's anybody's guess as to who will win. I'm mainly just ready to get this sucker over with.

I guess the outcome of this trial will greatly determine what I can buy my loved ones for Christmas, won't it?

Keep on keepin' on. And maybe through a prayer out for a brotha.

Sick, Again!?!?!?!?

Well, almost 1 month to the day, I'm sick again; with a cold. You have got to be kidding me. So, now I've got an unholy 1-2 punch of allergic runny/stuffy nose with a cold-induced runny/stuffy nose. Nice. So, basically, I'm suffering from a never-ending fit of nose blowing. I bet that you are very please that I shared that with you, huh? I'm thinking that something is aloof in me immune system. Methinks I need to stop frequenting those "massage parlors." Maybe that's what's got meself all jacked up, but everyone likes happy endings, right?

Well, I'm at a new clinic today, and it's looking like that it will be a pretty slow day, and for that I'm very grateful. It's kind of nice getting paid the same amount, now matter how much "work" you do. Not a bad gig, if you can get it.

Unless you've been dead this morning, you know about the N. Korea nuclear bomb test that went off today. Scary, scary, scary.

Enough of the gloom and doom, at least the Cardinals won last night. I'm loosing about all interest in the baseball playoffs. I guess I'll glance at the Cards now and again, but since the Twinkies got swept, I don't have a lot of interest in it.

And don't get me started about the Cowboys. Drew Bledsoe should be benched. I can't fault the offensive line too much, because the Eagles worked that blitz pretty dang effectively. Anyway, I'm pretty hacked off about the game, so let's not talk about it anymore, ok?

Well, I'm off to maybe try to sleep a few minutes.....or not. Someone just walked in. Off to work.

Keep on keepin' on.

Hard On A Brotha

The freakin' Spankees won last night. Detroit let them get too far ahead, which you obviously can't do. The Twins lost yesterday and did again today. Kinda tough to come back when you are down 0-2 in a 5 game series. Looks like I may not have to watch the rest of the playoffs.

Today has been an interesting one. I went to lunch with the owner of the clinic that I work pretty regularly. We had a good conversation, and he even paid for my lunch. Not too shabby. He, again, offered me a job, if I want it. Interesting proposition.*

I've been a busy cracka this afternoon though. I've had to work my mojo on a few cases too.

The other day, Annie and I were in Target, and I saw a T-shirt that I think that I told her that I should wear at my new clinic. It said, "I Like Hot Moms." It's a joke that I say to Annie about our upcoming clinic. You see, it's gonna be built in a pretty well to do neighborhood, and there will be plenty of soccermoms that will come into the clinic. I figure if I wear the T-shirt, it can only increase our business, right?

I hope that all of you appreciated the link to the Soul Texturizer product yesterday. I know I did. You're welcome.

It's interesting to think about how one decision can change you entire life's path. For instance, if I had not decided to move to Ft. Worth, I never would have met Annie. Or, if I decided to not work at the new clinic, and take this job, or any other job offer. It's funny how life works out.

It's kind of like the old "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. You'd get to a point in the story where you'd have to make a decision, and if you chose option A, you'd go to page 120, and if you chose option B, you go to page 69 (It's no coincidence that I chose 69 as the page number in this example. Yes, I'm a 14 year old boy.). I'm not really sure why I've been thinking about this today, but I thought I'd get you all loyal readers (all 3-4 of you, depending on the day) to start thinking about it.

I'd like to take this opportunity to say that all of this school shooting crap is pretty scary. Dem chillins be some crazy mofo's.

Poker Speak:

I finished my Poker Room bonus. I'm now finished with online poker. The net result? -$82
That's including the $180 bonus. As you can see, I'm not exactly a stellar poker player. Although, $170 of the loss came from a single 1.5 hour session at $3/$6, playing 2 tables, so it's not that bad, I guess.

I did go through some of my poker stats, and I came up with this sobering fact: I'm a break-even poker player. Or, roughly one. If I exclude the very small sample size of my $3/$6 play, then I'm up about a few hundred bucks since January of 2005. Not exactly encouraging. So maybe it's a blessing in disguise that my Neteller account got hacked into. I started realizing that without the numerous bonuses, I'm a break-even player. It's kind of sobering to realize that. I thought that I was a lot better than that.

But there are a few things that probably contributed negatively to my bottom line:
1) I started multi-tabling. By multi-tabling, one cannot keep up with the subtleties of the game. And that increases with each additional table.

2) I started playing more "in a hurry" to clear that given bonus. By that I mean that I would play when I didn't really want to, just to clear the bonus. I would also add another table or 2 in just to increase the clearance rate, even if it was too tired/angry/drunk etc.

3) I almost gave up on taking notes on players, which is pretty much related to reason #1. It's too hard to keep track of who the crazy players are, and who the fish are, etc., when you are playing multiple tables.

So there you have it, my farewell speech to myself about online poker. And you may have noticed that I took down the poker links that were on the right. That's because I really don't want to risk getting thrown in jail for it. With the new bill that passed in the Senate, The Man can, in theory, throw a brotha in jail, just for linking a poker site on their website. And I wasn't exactly making any money on them anyway. Actually, I wasn't making any money from them.

So, Totalbet is going to send me my $ via snail mail, because the Cryptos ain't liking the U.S. players anymore. And I withdrew my final dollars from Poker Room and Will Hill. *Sniff, sniff*

Good bye online poker......It was fun. Thanks for the memories.

Oh well. There's always casino poker. Whooooooooo Hooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

Keep on keepin' on.

* And not in the sick way that you were thinking of, Big R. Shame on you for thinking about "that" type of proposition.

Freakin' Yankees

Well kids, today officially starts off the 2006 MLB playoffs, and, of course, the freakin' Yankees get prime time coverage. This really pisses me off. There are some really good games for today, and some really good pitching matchups. Too bad that nobody is going to see them. I really would have liked to have watched the Twins/A's game today, although now that I know that the Twins lost, maybe it's good that I didn't.

The only team that I'm rooting for this year is the Twins. I guess that I can throw in the Cards, just because I'd rather have them win it then anybody else in the NL, although the Padres would be a close 2nd. On the AL side, I definitely don't want the A's or the freakin' Spankees to win.

I've had a pretty interesting day at the clinic today. I've had a lot of weird cases come in, and they have been ongoing and chronic cases, so I have been clueless. It's really hard to treat a case that you have no info about, especially when it's been going on for years. It kind of makes you look like an idiot, which I'm pretty good at doing anyway. I even had one lady get mad at me because I wouldn't give her dog a "shot."

Like I had some sort of cure-all shot that I wasn't giving her dog, just to be mean. Honestly Lady, do you think that I wouldn't give your dog a "shot" if it needed one?

Today is a good day because my paycheck is $140 more than I thought that it was going to be! Yipee! I'll net about $90 of that, so at least I can buy a few lap dances and a 12 pack of beer.*

I'm really, really ready to get home. Chief Pounds on Toes and I are going to order a pizza, and watch the Tigers/Spankees game tonight. I'm also going to finish the Poker Room deposit bonus and exit the online poker realm for good. *Sniff, sniff*.

On a related note, I just got emails from UKbetting and Totalbet announcing that they were closing my accounts because I live in the U.S. Party Poker and Pacific Poker will follow suit if George W. Bush signs the bill into law, which he most certainly will. There's gonna be some interesting rifts coming up.

Keep on keepin' on Brothas and Sistas.

* Don't worry, Annie. I won't be getting any lap dances. I will, however, buy some beer. And some Soul Glow Optimum Texturizer, for my sweet Afro curls, but I'll have to save that for a special occasion.