Like most, (I hope) I remember....

Since nothing has changed and NEVER will, here's how I feel about Rememberance/Veterans Day.

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, I'll sit and reflect on everything I have, and everything I can do. I'll thank the ones truly responsible, in my own personal way.

I'll look to the Heavens and thank those that may be there. Through courage, effort and a belief in doing the right thing.

I'll look to the East and thank those that are still doing exactly that.

I'll go to our Memorial Square downtown, to personally thank those that have done their best on our behalf.

Today is the opposite of all of the things that Hallmark can't make me do. Like telling me when to show my love, or determining when I should bestow a gift upon a loved one.

You see to me, today is a day that actually deserves my attention.

I always try to remember and honestly, I can become pretty upset with myself for taking my freedom for granted. Today however, I dedicate to remembering as much as I can.




In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

For those that have given and those that continue to do so, I remember. For what ever it's worth, know that you'll always have my sincerest thanks and highest gratitude.

I remain steadfast in my belief that if you can't stand behind our troops, please feel free to stand in front of them!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

What's a "BLOG?"....

Forgive my absence; I’ve managed to keep myself a little busy.

NEW LIFE
NEW CAREER
NEW PROVINCE
NEW HOME
LOST FRIENDS
LOST NEIGHBOURS
LOST HOME

New hope.
New friends.
New outlook.

I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve asked in chat, in comments or as a humorous sidekick, (in my mind) of a good friend, “What’s a BLOG?”

Well, here’s my opinion.

A “BLOG” is whatever the hell you want it to be.

There are Writers, then, there are Readers.

The disparity between the two, well, is what we make of it.

Let’s face it, I write shit.
It just happens though, as I put fingers to keyboard.

I expect far less than the 1 percentile in this whomever forsaken world to give a crap, but hey! They are my thoughts.

I wouldn’t trade one single moment of where this space has taken me. I may be a Mastodon but you know what? There are others of the species out there!

Perhaps over the coming years, I may put fingers to keypad more often but until then I ask you, “What’s a BLOG?”

Answer: It’s what makes me happy!

Who knows?
There's the whole WPBT thingy coming up soon.

I may get into this whole "BLOG" thing, all over again!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

Stack and a Story #50....

*EDITORS NOTE* We at the desk cannot be held responsible for the crap that follows! Even if it's crappier than usual, the kid doin' the typing is just starting to remember how this whole thing works.

It's never been a secret that I love BadBloods now famous, "Stack and a Story" posts.

First off though I have to admit, I was crushed by the Casino brass not allowing me to take an actual shot of my stack. It really makes the thought behind the theme of the whole thing rather pointless, don't you think?

Anywho....

I played a little known game called NLHE over the weekend, perhaps you've heard about it? They say it's all the rage these days. I wouldn't know myself of course, being far too busy with all the goings on uh... going on.

Anywho....

I gave it a whirl in a $1/$2 game at the local establishment. It was a nice quiet little table with 7 players in total. Not too big, not too small. Expecting the worst and hoping simply not to embarrass myself, I sat in with my shorty buy-in of $100 Canadian. Two bright, shiny, very Pink and very crisp Canadian $50 bills to be exact.

Things ran pretty much as I had expected at first, where I fold, fold, fold, fold again, fold a few more trillion times and then just to be sure the Poker Gods were really with me, fold in the dark in the BB.

Oh all right! There were a FEW hands where I actually played with the other kids. Not that many for certain though, just enough to have made a bit better than a double up of my stack. Then on my $8 defence in the BB holding a soooted big slick, I happened to have flopped something called "Broadway," with a re-draw to the entire city of Manhattan. There was a fair chunk-O-change in the middle by the time the turn card came out but alas, I'd hit the first Royal in my not-so-illustrious career in NLHE. Nothing I could do or think of was getting another single penny anywhere even remotely close to that pot.

A bit later on as I was hearing some crap about "you never count your money, when your sittin' at" blah-blah-blah running through my head, I realized I was up a few more bucks than I'd first thought. Hit and Run perhaps? Justify the sad-sack move to myself as I ponder a December Gathering budget?

"I could do that" I think I actually said out loud.

Then once again in the big blind, I tossed out four little chippies to defend with two pretty little red cards. Yeah I know, they were 5's! But it was $8 and I seemingly had so many chips. A flop came out and you know what? I didn't hate it too terribly much.

5S - 5C - AH

The three of us in the pot just checked it down quite contently. The turn was something like the 8 or 9 of Diamonds I think, but it was all a bit of a blur after I saw two players happily toss a funny little bet and call of $50 each, right there into the center. The River card though, it made a bit of a bigger splash than I first expected.

It was the Ace of Clubs!

One thing lead to another, then another and before I knew it, two players were sitting there just waiting on me to act. "Are you still in the hand Son?" asked the dealer.

Was I ready to lose all of my stack against what surely had to be Aces?

"I Call."

I only wish that the Casino would have let me take a picture of that stack that I had assembled into a monument to The Imperial Palace that night, it would've made this story POP just a little more.

Unfortunately I was denied that pleasure so this my friends, this will just have to do.



That's MY Stack and!
That's my Story.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....