Karma's been kickin' my butt lately, end of frickin' story.
I stopped and changed a tire for a poor old girl, stuck out on the highway.
(Lose with trip Aces that night)
I see a guy all stressed out about something and take the time to ask what's up?
I find the wallet he lost, just over in the long grass by his car.
(Lose with a flopped boat, to a rivered over boat that night)
Last night, I pulled a guy away from picking up a quarter, because the forklift heading his way, didn't have enough time to stop.
(lose my $11 buy in with a flopped straight that night)
With post 200 coming up, I'm sweating the HUGE stuff...... to make an appropriate "EH-Lister" qualified entry. I'd hate to let The Rooster down!
(He's bad to the bone!)
BUT !...... Weird freakin' things are happening in NLHE. I posted last nights 9 max. SnG win (while basically blasted out of my gourd)and for some bizarre reason, I won a 90 player MTT tonight. (Freaky! NO?) A small profit from a little $11.00 90 player SnG but you know what? I'll take it.
So with a portion of the winnings, I bought into the mookie. ('cause he don't BLOW!)
No idea WTF is going to happen. I just know someone else has paid for my transgressions. Come on variance............. swing this kid's way.
I say BLOW me Karma.......
I've done my bit!
***** UPDATE *****
Busted out of the mookie in a billion'th!
Folded Aces twice to flops from hell, and pushed with absoloute BS.
NLHE is the greatest thing since sliced KARMA!
Saw great friends though, so........
BLOW ME KARMA !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
7/29/2008
Let's face it....
Katz r' definately sleepin' with Dogz!
What's next? A mookie?
I see post 200 is coming up. I better consider this some kind of omen... NO!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
What's next? A mookie?
I see post 200 is coming up. I better consider this some kind of omen... NO!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
7/28/2008
Everythings just perfect....
Friday night started out the same way each and every night has gone, for about the last two months or so. My faithful companion and newest, bestest friend was just sitting on the front porch, patiently awaiting my arrival.
Bloggers...... meet Jojo.
You might not be able to tell from that picture, but Jojo is an "Ignatiously challenged" Doberman.
Yeah, she's a midget!
A cute one though, don't you think?
Jojo's probably the best pet in the world too. She sits and waits for me to get home. Her ears perk up and her eyes light up the second I drive into the driveway. Then she spends every moment possible, right at my side. She loves me and I do my best to love her right back. But these are not the reasons she's perfect. She's perfect because, at the end of every single day we spend together, she goes back next door to her real home. You see, Jojo is the neighbours dog, she just thinks she's my dog.
After a rousing play and chase in the backyard, I had to send Jojo back home where she truly belongs. Peb's was home and we had a golf date. Our schedules have been pretty messed up and all of the constant rain here in Bedrock, has really cut into our golfing time together. We got out and had a great time. Here's Pebbles about to fire a drive out through "the shoot," on our 12th. hole.
Yeah.... Peb's plays from the Blue tee blocks gang! That's a particularly challenging tee shot up there for most, but Peb's fired it out there about 248 yds. into the center of the fairway.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn !
I managed to keep the "Loveshack Cup" however.
(Yes we're THAT competitive!)
Saturday was a day of remarkable proportion for us in Bedrock!
What you're looking at there is, the culmination of 2 yrs, 16 days worth of experimentation. A grand total of 746 days, 1,471 attempts, 1,433 "OK" and 38 horrific blends, all leading up to that one drink on the left there.
The PERFECT Margarita! As you can see, I was so thrilled that I broke out a few ounces of 21 years worth of Glen 'perfection' myself.
Allowing ourselves to succumb to the deliciousness that was the PERFECT Margarita, we eventually noticed that sometime throughout the day, the Sun had gone down.
Jojo came back over to make sure we weren't putting ourselves too far into harms way. It's probably a pretty good thing she did. Had the distraction not occurred, I'm pretty sure we'd still be dancing out on that deck right now. Perfect Margarita's, perfect day, a little Salsa and Meringue music and the love of my life. Nothing makes this kid happier than that!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Bloggers...... meet Jojo.
You might not be able to tell from that picture, but Jojo is an "Ignatiously challenged" Doberman.
Yeah, she's a midget!
A cute one though, don't you think?
Jojo's probably the best pet in the world too. She sits and waits for me to get home. Her ears perk up and her eyes light up the second I drive into the driveway. Then she spends every moment possible, right at my side. She loves me and I do my best to love her right back. But these are not the reasons she's perfect. She's perfect because, at the end of every single day we spend together, she goes back next door to her real home. You see, Jojo is the neighbours dog, she just thinks she's my dog.
After a rousing play and chase in the backyard, I had to send Jojo back home where she truly belongs. Peb's was home and we had a golf date. Our schedules have been pretty messed up and all of the constant rain here in Bedrock, has really cut into our golfing time together. We got out and had a great time. Here's Pebbles about to fire a drive out through "the shoot," on our 12th. hole.
Yeah.... Peb's plays from the Blue tee blocks gang! That's a particularly challenging tee shot up there for most, but Peb's fired it out there about 248 yds. into the center of the fairway.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn !
I managed to keep the "Loveshack Cup" however.
(Yes we're THAT competitive!)
Saturday was a day of remarkable proportion for us in Bedrock!
What you're looking at there is, the culmination of 2 yrs, 16 days worth of experimentation. A grand total of 746 days, 1,471 attempts, 1,433 "OK" and 38 horrific blends, all leading up to that one drink on the left there.
The PERFECT Margarita! As you can see, I was so thrilled that I broke out a few ounces of 21 years worth of Glen 'perfection' myself.
Allowing ourselves to succumb to the deliciousness that was the PERFECT Margarita, we eventually noticed that sometime throughout the day, the Sun had gone down.
Jojo came back over to make sure we weren't putting ourselves too far into harms way. It's probably a pretty good thing she did. Had the distraction not occurred, I'm pretty sure we'd still be dancing out on that deck right now. Perfect Margarita's, perfect day, a little Salsa and Meringue music and the love of my life. Nothing makes this kid happier than that!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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