What to do with $11....

Live blog The Mookie?

Why not?

9:59 - Let's get Peb's tucked in, then off we go.

10:01 - Here's my starting table.
First hand was a win!



10:05 - Q-Q and another blind pot, heads my way.


10:17 - I think I play too much. Got up T$435 and lost most of it with sooted slick to an all-in on a straight-frushin' kinda board. Of course, my slick was red and the board was black.

10:30 - HOW THE FUCK DO YOU FOLKS DO THIS SHIT? Seriously?
Oh....... and I've folded a lot!
:)

10:35 - Built and then stole a pot, off Sellthekids.


Seemed like a good idea at the time.
;)

10:40 - BUSTED SOMEONE !!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!


FUCK ME!
Sorry fellow BB!

10:49 - Numb drops the hammer!


I still fold a lot. So there is that right?

10:59 - The Mookie is on break.
WAIT !!!!!!!!!!

I'm still in?

OBV. FT is having uh.......... difficulties?

11:05 - The hand where I drop The Bammer!


I did fold the first two before that though!

11:14 - WTF was I thinking?
Lost a whack by re-raising F-Train.
With air. Hee..........HAW.

11:23 - Some idiot just signed me up for the Dookie!

11:26 - Flopped not terrible'ish.


11:29 - Lose the race to Sean.

I'm out!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

No garden of eden....

Trying to describe the craziness around the cave these days, would be akin to discussing 'being priced in' with poker bloggers at the round table. A whole lotta' chatter, with very little actual substance.

Our immediate attention has shifted to Fred as of late. Things are definitely NOT going according to plan. Unfortunately Fred's back in Hospital and has been, since last Friday afternoon.

This third and most violent round of chemo, has really been kicking the shit out of him. To the point where he's basically become useless. He can't stand for much more than thirty seconds or so, without becoming totally gassed and dizzy. This treatment has been scheduled to be so aggressive, due to the fact that they believe the problem may have crept it's way towards his brain.

The stress on the family right now is also taking it's toll on Wilma. She recently passed out and we're all sure it's just a sign of the fatigue from fighting the good fight. But the Doctors, they're not quite as positive as us. They yanked her license to drive, fearing it may have been a seizure of some kind. I'll agree that if that is in fact the case, I don't want her anywhere near a vehicle on the road. But of course with Fred in Hospital, that leaves Wilma in a terrible spot. So needless to say, we've taken on the important role of taxi/EMT to make sure that the two can be together as much as possible. It makes for some pretty long and tiring days. This family is totally worth it though and one thing is for absolute certain, I'll do any damn thing I can, to help this family of ours get through whatever happens along the way!

We'll find out later today or tomorrow, what our next course of action is going to have to be. It's basically coming down to two ways to go. Continue on as is, with Fred being less than 1/1000th. of the man he has been and should be, or stop the chemo and see how long he can last with some semblance of quality of life. I say to myself, 'I know which way I'd choose to go.' but then again, I'm not the one going through the situation. Do you know FOR SURE, what way you would end up going?

Add the fact that I'm stuck watching Peb's go through this whole ordeal and I'm sure you'll know, it's bringing me to my knees. Nothing and I mean NOTHING, breaks my heart as much as seeing her hurt inside. Like her Dad, she thinks she's pretty good at bottling it all up inside and tucking it away. When you love someone more than life itself, (and we all know how much I love to live!) seeing through the deception and getting right down to the pain inside is not only easier than expected but also, far more agonizing to your system. Occasionally this rock you have all come to know, has turned to wreck instead.

Fred and Wilma have both extolled the virtues of gardening, as a soothing and regenerating pastime. They said I was starting to show the signs of too much stress myself. They thought I needed a hobby to help get my mind off of everything that was going on. So during a little downtime where there was just nothing I could do to help anyone, I thought I'd dig up a big'ole hole and get the healing process started right away.

Did I mention that we haven't had any rain at all this Spring?

Well here's the after shot.


That is.....

After two hours of beating the crap out of myself with a roto-tiller!

Soothing huh? Soothing my ass!

Here's the real after shot.


And the garden is ready for planting.

Oh and if you believe I let the demons get to me and I hung in there with the roto-tiller for that, you're sadly mistaken!

I did it the old fashioned guy way!
I simply got a bigger hammer!


Fred and Wilma were right!
I feel better already!

Now off to see what we can do to help Fred. I know Fred really likes radishes so hopefully, he'll hang around long enough to critique the ones I'm going to try and grow for him.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Frantic Friday : We Getting Old? Edition....(NSFW)

I'm afraid I have to keep this Frantic Friday short and sweet kids! I'll make it up to you somehow down the road though, so don't worry.

I golfed with brudder CC last night and after I don't know, maybe 15 years of being best buds, we got into the weirdest conversation. I'm actually starting to think we may be getting old!

Now this is something pretty foreign to us, as we typically talk about really important shit, like


for example!

That is always one thing we can agree on.

With brudder CC's birthday coming up, (and it's the big FIVE-O!) I figured him for the "big birthday" Harley kind of guy. You know, the guy gets a little something to help him get over the hump, as it were.

I was shocked when he told me what he really wanted, was a


instead.

That just blew me away. I just can't picture CC on a crotch rocket, but he said that's what he wanted. He said he's always wanted one so he can get a hawt chick and do some


with her.

I actually laughed out loud at that and told him that the hotties don't really like the crotchies at all. He then asked me how do I explain Denise Milani?

A very valid point actually, to which I could only reply


I hate it when he makes a good point!

In what I thought would be the end of the conversation, I told brudder CC that I preferred my


and both, would probably handle better anyway.

So he gets all jammed up and starts talking about how much he loves him some chicks in


and that's the best that black can possibly look.

It took a bit of convincing, but I think I finally won him over to the side of


But all in all, it just seemed so bizarre you know?

Two grown men discussing


has to be some kind of sign of old age no?

We always used to talk about our favourite things, like


or even better still,


with curves, to pass the time.

Now we're sitting around discussing leather vs. lace!

Seriously?

I mean what the hell's next?


perhaps.

For crying out loud!

Well like I said, I have to keep this a little shorter than normal. I'm meeting brudder CC for a little more golf this afternoon, and I'd better get my daily dose of chores done before I head out.

I had to laugh at the note that CC shot me about golf today though. He wants to debate something that I KNOW we are NOT going to see eye to eye on at all.

As most of you already know, I've always been a big believer in


and everything nice.

Brudder CC's far more into the


side of things than me.

But I'll win him over to the


side of this argument for sure!

I've got a plan!

I'm going to drag him down to the local Library after the golf.

Then he'll get to see that Librarians


despite that sweet and innocent appearance.

I'll show him!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....