The very first thing I heard at the start of this week was, "I won't be in until the 14th of next week." That was our Operations Managers way of letting me know I'd be flying this joint solamente for the next 8 days. He called me Saturday morning to "keep me in the loop." In fairness to my partner, this was a very last minute change in his plans. I get that. But holy crap! What a week to do it to me! I barely get time to come up for air as it is, but add on all his responsibilities too, and it sometimes makes me feel like a pinball stuck up in the bumpers racking up lots of points, 10 at a time. It's been a little busy!
As I randomly roamed through the mess that is my stat tracking system, I was pleasantly surprised by a new visitor from Afghanistan. A regular visitor at that! With the number of our Canadian troops deployed out that way, I'm hoping that in some small way I'm helping one of them get through the day's that surely must be rougher than hell itself. I can't imagine what the hell I can be saying that could possibly keep anyone coming back here all the time, but I really find myself hoping that whatever it is I'm doing for this particular visitor, is doing something good. This is as good a time as any to offer my thanks for not only coming around here everyday, but my sincerest thanks for your service to our country.
Another surprise this week, was an e-mail from Luis in Barcelona, Spain. Luis has a World Poker Blog Directory that can be found HERE. It's pretty cool and if you get a chance, take a moment to stop by and have a look. Who knows? You might find a blog that you didn't already know about. Cheers Luis, and Gracias por pensar en mí.
BadBlood says, "Stay tuned!" This isn't an official surprise as of yet. But man! Do I ever have my fingers crossed. From what I understand about the area, "the procedure" might be tough to pull off during the bash. But I'm sure if we put our minds to it, a couple of BB's can surely come up with something! :)
***Updated*** I just got the news Blood's in!!!! This could get messy!
Finally, the big one! Not-so-mini-Peb's dropped the boyfriend bomb on us last night. And so I guess, "it" begins. The whole bundle of joy that goes with relationships, expectations, broken hearts and what is love, all got rolling into motion with just one little sentence, "His name is Travis, and he's my boyfriend." On the one hand, I still see my baby girl and didn't ever want all of this to ever start. On the other, I can look at my daughter and realize the fine woman she's turned out to be. The one thing that's always been stuck in the back of my mind since I first started to think about this inevitably happening, is that my daughter is probably the best judge of character I know. So I've got that going for me I hope. Her friends Male and female, are a collection of kids that I think anyone out there, would be proud to call their own. She was pretty nervous in her attempts to get the point across last night, it was actually kind of a fun experience. We'll see how long it takes for her to bring him around for the formal introductions. Peb's set the over/under at Christmas and from the way not-so-mini-Peb's was fidgeting and giggling as we discussed all that needed to be talked about, I've placed my money on the over.
Oh and one other thing! Everyone's favorite Yummy-Mommy just added another candle to the cake. If you get a chance, stop by and wish her a very happy birthday for me.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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How old is the not-so-mini-Peb's again?
Just make sure she knows that trucker caps (unless being worn by a trucker or farmer), sunglasses indoors (unless there's light sensitivity, or playing poker I suppose... no... even then... unless ironically), mesh shirts (no exceptions), wife-beaters in public (unless your house just burned down), and pants worn around the knees (no exceptions) are all signs of a douchebag loser.
Of course, she won't listen and bring home someone who fits all those categories. That is when you are in your rights to shoot him and feed his remains to the tigers across the way.
thanks for the input dude, i suppose i could have asked fuel, but.................. hmm i didnt want TOO much criticism. I didnt like the way i played the second hand looking back, but he really was hammering away with his draw which i didnt expect.
thanks again
Just remind young boyfriend that you have lots of friends in other countries that are much more vicious than the average Canadian. You just say the word and he disappears.
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