Thursday, June 30, 2011

Warning - Danger

I am in such a bitchy mood.  Shocker huh?  I figure if I bitch and moan here, I'll get it out of my system so here goes.  Warning - you may want to stop reading right now.

Let's start with what I did last night.  Even though I was dog tired, I went to the movies with my baby boy.  I'd promised him that I'd take him to an R rated movie.  Why?  Because all his friends are allowed to see them and the poor boy is least according to him.  And yeah, I've heard his friends teasing him because they've seen movies that he can't and yeah he's 13 yrs old, yada, yada, yada.

So we went to see The Hangover 2.

I'd seen The Hangover and it certainly had suggestive parts but there was no real nudity (except for the photos at the end) and I'd read Hoyazo's review of Hangover 2, which said it was a carbon copy of the first movie, so what the heck.

And it was a carbon copy!  As much as I enjoyed the first movie, this was TOO much of a carbon copy.  Groom almost missed his wedding, crazy brother drugged them, they wake up and someone is missing....I mean, sheesh, be a little creative.  Nonetheless, I was enjoying the movie until.......

Now I knew there was a possibility he'd see nudity, and by nudity I mean breasts.  It's an R-rated movie for God's sake, it's not rated X, but what he saw was much worse.  And then, I had to explain to him what he was seeing because he had lots of questions.  After I answered his questions I said "We will never speak of this again".

Evan got to see a she-male.  Nude.  Full frontal.

"Mom, how can that girl have a penis?"

"Well I guess, she's both a guy and a girl..." I said evasively.

"But how could she get a penis if she wasn't born with it?"

"My guess is she was born with it.  I think that's she was born male and then got implants" (dear God, make this stop)

"But she looks like a woman, not a man!".

"Well, sometimes a guy wants to be a woman, so he'll get breast implants but he'll also take female hormones that will make him look more like a woman".

"Why would a guy want breast implants? So he could see them whenever he wants?"

"No......I think he feels female, so he wants to LOOK like a woman." 

"But why...."

I don't remember Hoy mentioning anything about the she-male prostitute in his movie review so really, I blame him.  lol Just kidding, although I do kinda blame him for my bad mood.

I read his post about Full Jilt losing their license and how he was right about them stiffing all of their customers.  I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be getting my hard earned money from Full Tilt but reading it again just brought all the anger up.  I wanted my FT dollars to go to Vegas and I feel so robbed and betrayed!  Yes, it's my own damn fault for believing my FT account was secure so don't bother telling me that.

Hoy was right, as usual.  And then I read on other posts how Hoy should be more modest when he's right and I'm like, what the fuck?  WHY should he be more modest?  WHY shouldn't he be himself?  Too many fucking people tell too many fucking people what they should do and what they should write and the funny part is those judgemental people could use a little help in that department themselves.  I've been told in the past that I'm not modest enough.  I've also been reprimanded plenty of times about what I've written on my own blog.  I just don't get it.

So anyway, because I went to the movies, I :

A.)  Overslept this morning
B.)  Left my purse on the front hall bench instead of in my bag
C.) I was late for work.

I got to the bus stop when I realized that I didn't have my bus pass, my wallet or my keys.  I explain the situation to the bus driver and he's a total ass.  He says and I quote "You're not supposed to do that."

I just stared at him.  And he stared right back.

Then I told him that I HAD to get to work, and I could show him my monthly pass tomorrow.  He finally relents but gives me a look that says I'm pond scum and I'm looking for a free ride.  Then I get to work 35 minutes late and my boss is in extra early!  I told him I'd been in at 7:10am  for the past 3 days and he's like "yeah right.  you were late today, you could've been late all week". (I'm shooting him dirty looks as I type this)  I think he knew I wasn't thrilled with his response because an hour ago he stopped by and asked "You still like it here don't you?"

And I do.  I just have to get out of this bitchy mood.


Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Dinner at Kelly's.....was an adventure.  Normally Evan doesn't like Kelly's food as he's not into fried fish or roast beef but he was thrilled to go because he'd heard that they had "Coca-Cola Freestyle".  Ever hear of that?  It's a self serve soda machine with a twist.  First you pick your soda, like Sprite Zero and then you pick what you want to flavor your soda with.  You can add peach, strawberry, orange, vanilla, lemon, lime - a multitude of flavors, and if there's anything Evan likes better than flavors, it's pushing buttons, and here he got both.  But the thing is, Evan doesn't drink soda.  No coke, no sprite, no mountain dew or gingerale; nothing!  Luckily you were able to add flavors to iced tea and high-C so he was all set.  He got an orange vanilla Hi-C.  Ugh.  I cannot imagine how frigging sweet that was, but he liked it.

Anyway, we had this nice young boy who looked about 15 years old waiting on us.  I thought he looked just like Freddie Benson from ICarly. (if you don't know who freddie benson is then god bless you - you obv don't have kids) In fact he looked soooo much like Freddie Benson (see photo below) I said "Wow, you look like Freddie Benson.  Has anyone ever told you that before?"

Kelly's server and Freddie Benson look alike.  Yes I took a picture of him, but I asked permission first!

The read Freddie Benson

So the kid answers by telling me that people tell him he looks like Mario Lopez.  MARIO FRIGGING LOPEZ!  I don't think so.  The kid's cute and all but Mario Lopez is  MARIO LOPEZ!  Most possibly the world's most beautiful man.  (see photo below)

Holy Moly! Look at those dimples!

Obv the boy is delusional.  I told him that he wasn't at Mario Lopez status yet, but maybe someday........

Anyway, at dinner Gary regalled us with stories of the man taking a poop in the men's room, recounting every sound he heard.  And then he started in with the dirty jokes.....

"An Iranian woman is in the market place and picks up 2 big potatoes and said they reminded her of her husband's testicles.  Is that because his testicles are that big?, her companion asked. "No, because his testicles are that dirty" she replied.


That was pretty much the highlight of the dinner conversation.  I must say that it didn't effect Evan's appetite.  Quite the contrary.  Mr. Finicky Eater ate like 3 times as much as he normally does!  I guess that happens when you don't eat lunch.  :)

Duty calls!  I better go do some work.


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Best Intentions

If someone offers to do something nice for you, and then tries like heck to get the job done, but doesn't because of something out of his control (like traffic) should you bust his balls or show appreciation?

Bust his balls, right? :)

Gary was going to be stopping by my house to pick up something he needed and offered to coincide his trip with when I got home from work so I didn't have to walk home from the bus stop.  Very thoughtful of him, wouldn't you say?  It's a 19 minute walk (but who's counting) from the bus stop and since my knees get achy, I took him up on his offer.  It was was Sugar Bear's first day home alone and wanted to get there asap.  Below is an exchange that took place via email.

Gary:  are you gonna want an iced coffee or sumpin?

Josie:  Does a cat have an a$$? :) How bout whoever's there first gets it? These days I like Med iced coffee milk no sugar. (NOT cream)  How do you take yours in case i'm there first? :)
Gary:  cream and 4 equals - but I suspect I'll be there first. And yes, I'll take action on that sh1t. Hell, I'll leave RIGHT NOW and be bored all day to sew that one up.
He's a funny one, ain't he?  From the exchange above, I figured he'd be on time or at least close to it.  
I got a call from Gary while I was on the bus and he said that he thought I'd get there first.  No problem!  I told him I'd get the drinks and be ready when he arrived.   I got to Dunks at 5:09 and called Evan.  He wanted a frozen hot chocolate, so I got us all drinks and waited.....
And read my book.......
And waited.......
And answered my phone.......because Sugar Bear called every 5-10 minutes asking when I'd be home.  After his 8th call I started getting pissy. "I don't know when Evan!!!"  Mind you I'm holding 3 icey drinks that are melting before my eyes in the sun.
Turns out there was traffic, an accident, and I dunno, maybe a tornado, because he was AN HOUR LATE.
I shiat you not.  Ugh.  I was trying not to appear ungrateful to Gary for his thoughtfulness while thinking 'I could've been home a half hour ago!'
I get home to find Evan, (his first day home alone) with all the windows shut and the fan off.  It was like 90 degrees in my house!  And the kid never ate lunch.  Had I been any later we might have had to bring the dehydrated little bugger to the hospital.  I mean he's going to be THIRTEEN.  He knows how to open a window!  I left him a list of things to do, and he did get all the items done.  I just wish I put eating lunch on the list.

So anyway, we decide to go to dinner at Kelly's Roast Beef in Saugus.  I'll tell you about that little adventure tomorrow.  Oh and I'll tell you about the bad dream I had.  I was violent in it!

Hell, I'll tell you about the dream now!

I dreamt that I was yelling at Evan and he was listening to me (big shocker).  So I proceed to start slapping and hitting him (in my dream because I never hit children, only men).  So in the middle of hitting Evan he looks up at my and starts laughing at me.  Doh!  I grab a wooden spoon and proceed to beat him about his arms and shoulders.  I awoke while yelling (in my dream) I HATE YOU EVAN, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!

How freaky is that?  I never use the hate word.  Of course I told Evan all about it.  :)


Monday, June 27, 2011

Guess who played a lil poker?

It was Evan's first weekend of summer vacation and I planned on us having lots of fun this weekend, but the weather didn't really cooperate.  At least not until yesterday afternoon and even then it was still cloudy, although it had stopped raining.

I happened to overhear Evan and my sistah talking and he talked her into sleeping over!  Poor sistah!  This meant she slept in his bunk beds and although they always start in separate beds, she always wakes to find him with her in the tiny bunk.  She woke up this particular morning (early) to Evan clapping loudly by her ear; a bad boy looking for attention (like you guys!).  I figured since she was sleeping over ANYWAY, I'd pop off to the Seabrook Poker Room to do my thang.  When I told Evan my plan, he hooted and cheered about the fact that I was going out.  Hmpffff......

When I got there late registration was still going on for current tourney so I jumped in, only to find that there were only 18 runners.  I was looking for a bigger tourney than that but beggars can't be choosers.

My plan was to play conservatively during the first hour, but it was not to be.  In that first hour I got A-A and raised 4 times the BB $400).  I got 2 callers and the flop was 9-4-2. I bet 1,000 which was more than half the pot and got one caller so we were heads up.  Turn was another 9.  He checked and so I did too, just in case. River was a 10.  This time he bet another 1,000 which looked like a big value call to me.  Did he have a 9 or maybe he had like J-J and thought he was the winner.  I was hoping it was J-J but thought it was prolly a nine.  I called saying I think you have me and I flipped over my A-A.  He showed A-9 and scooped the pot.

I went into the break with less than half my starting chips, which really sucked.  I decided I'd take my headphones off and just be really aware of everything!  I decided first opportunity I was going to double up and I knew that when I jammed I'd get action.  And I did.

I got 9-9 and jammed, then next guy to act jammed all in over the top with a big stack which got everyone else to fold.   I was up against 8-8.  Awesome!  I doubled up.  A few hands later the guy to act before me raised 4times and I jammed all in with A-J sooted.  I didn't think he'd call but he did.  And funny enough, he had  8-8 as well, so we were racing.  The flop had an ace in it and I doubled up AGAIN.

I went into the final table with a decent stack but with only 18 runners, only 3 peeps were ITM.  Played for another hour there, picked my spots and stole blind after blind.  One guy kept telling me he was "gunning" for me and he'd get me.  What an ass but whatever.  In the end, he was right.  He slow played A-A while I was in the big blind. I had Q-6 and the flop was 6-4-3.  I decided he wasn't doing any calling with a 6-4-3 so I jammed all in.  He instacalled with his A-A and they held up.  I was out 6th and pissed off at myself for walking into the trap.  One bad move is all it takes in a tourney.

Ironically enough, when it was down to 4 people (with 3 in the money) a nice guy at the table asked if they could take money off of first and second to pay the bubbly guy $100.  Everyone agreed EXCEPT Mr. I'mGunning4U and Mr. Gun was the bubble! Karma baby!

I decided to play the game I hate - 2-4 limit holdem in order to get my tourney buy in back.  I hate the game because it's a donkfest.  Every person plays every hand to the river hoping to catch something and the betting isn't big enough to get someone off their draw.  Anyway, as penance for my bad tourney ending, I decided I'd sit there and play selectively (polar opposite of everyone else) and wait for opportunities.  Soon enough I was up about $60 and the buy in was $70 so I was close.  Once I was up $60 I staying around there ($60-$80 up) for over an hour, not really making anything big but not losing any hands either.  Finally I hit a few flops that paid off for me, and when all was said and done, I turned my $60 stack into $224.  I'd been up to about $240 but decided to walk away with the $224.  I could leave ahead $94 for the night, which ain't gonna buy me anything major but it's better than a loss.

$70 buying + $60 for cash game = $130 out of pocket.  $224 total winnings - $130= $94.  Hmmm make that $84 because I gave Evan $10 when I got home.

It's time for a Foxwoods trip.  I want to play in a big tourney there like Hoy did on Saturday.  I wonder how he did!

Play smart.


Friday, June 24, 2011

Friday Humor

Drafting Men Over 60

(This is funny and obviously written by a former soldier)

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 42 to join the military. They've got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.

For starters: Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.

Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. "My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry." We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it, will make us feel better and shut us up for a while.

An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys always get up early to pee so what the hell. Besides, like I said, 'I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.

If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

Boot camp would be easier for old guys. As most of us are married, we're used to getting screamed and yelled at, and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling..

They could lighten up on the obstacle course however. I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.

Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to start up a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.

These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.

Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple of million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons who know that their best years are already behind them.

How about recruiting women over 50 menopause! You think men have attitudes! Bloody hell, you ain't seen nothing yet! (a certain 44 yr old woman would get the job done too!)

If nothing else, put them on border patrol.... They'll have it secured the first night!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Bank of America Can Kiss My Big Italian ____

Clicky on picky to read details

See the debit advice above? The notice said they were debiting my account $30 but I had no idea why.  It says something debiting my account $330.03 instead of $300.33.  WTF?  I thought the $30 was some sort of service charge but I KNEW I wasn't overdrawn.

Instead of trying to call Bank of America, I figured I'd go down to the branch where I opened my account to get this straightened out.   It's not too far from work so at lunch I went down.  I showed it to the teller who looked up my account and there was no record of $300.33 or $330.33, yet she kept telling me I deposited a check for one of those amounts and I knew I hadn't deposited any checks.  Only my paycheck goes here and it's direct deposit and certainly more than $300.33.  She just couldn't figure it out so she called the manager over.  The manager spent a while with the teller and then told me to go to his office.

There he brought up my account and he and I went through all of the activity for June in my checking account and these numbers were just not there and he couldn't tell me why I was charged $30.  He said he had to call the office in Texas.  He called them which took about 15 minutes and they told him to call another office, I think in Minnesota.  They couldn't figure it out either and suggested another phone number to call.

At this  point I'd been at the bank for about an hour and I have a 30 minute lunch.  (I get to take a half hour lunch and leave a half hour early)  I told the manager I was on lunch and had to leave.  I asked him if he could he please just waive this $30 as he could see there was no reason for it.

Answer?  No.  He said he couldn't credit my account until he figured out why I was charged.  Really?  In that instant I went from polite and patient to pissed off.  "You mean you're taking $30 of my money without knowing why?  So if you don't figure this out, I don't get my money?"  He said he'd figure it out.  I left him my office number and went to take the debit advice above and he said he wanted to keep it.

Really bitch?  I don't think so.  I told him I was unsatisfied with the service they gave their customers and he apologized but it wasn't really him.  It's the enormous amount of red tape and bull shit such a large bank comes with.

So I get back to my office and he calls and says I cashed a petty cash check last week.  Oh yeah!  Somehow I'd forgotten that.  They kept telling me I'd deposited a check and I knew I hadn't but I did cash a petty cash check for the office and it was for $300.33.  Then he told me the teller gave me $330.33 and that's why they debited my account $30; to take it back.

Huh?  I ALWAYS count the petty cash at the window when I get it and I got the right amount.  He said it SAID the cashier gave me $330.  I told him I'd count the petty cash and call him back.  If it was in there then fine, even though I knew it wasn't.

Of course there was no extra $30 in the petty cash box.  I called him back and told him and there was radio silence on the other end.  I told him they had NO RIGHT to debit my account and I was pissed.  I want my money back.  It's not the $30 it's the principle.  Could they not have called me instead of just taking my fucking money and sending me advice in the mail after the fact?

In the end, he said I'd see my money in 2-4 business days.  Biatch. 

I don't know if I'm over reacting but I think I'm going to close my account.  I just don't like the service they provide their customers.  Had I not wasted an hour and a half of my life, those rich gangsters asses would've gotten money for nothing.  I HATE paying any sort of banking fees, it's like throwing money out the window, and this was even worse if you ask me.

Either that or I'm over reacting.  I dunno.


Another Cool Baseball Photo

Teddy and Jim Ed - Clicky on photo for awesomeness

As I mentioned previously, Jim Rice is my favorite Red Sox player.  He's driving the golf cart above and his passenger is none other than the late Ted Kennedy.  This picture was taken on Opening Day at Fenway in April 2009.  It's one of my all time favorite photos.  Ted threw out the first pitch at Fenway that day and Jim was his catcher, standing only a few feet from the mound.  Just another magical experience at Fenway.

Official photo of him throwing out the first pitch - he certainly looks less frail in this one.

As a baseball player Jim Rice must have signed thousands and thousands of photos but when he signed the one of the two of them, he asked for a copy for himself.  Ironic to see the baseball hall of famer become a fan when it's a photo of an icon (Ted Kennedy).

As I'm sure you know, Ted passed away (4) months later in August.  I often wondered if throwing out that first pitch was something he did for himself - part of a bucket list, or for us - Red Sox/Kennedy fans.

It humbles me to think about it and not much really humbles me.  :)


Everything BUT poker

I think the visit from the potential client went pretty well yesterday.  The owner gave these (4) guys a tour of the office but they spent most of the time in the studios where the magic happens.  They barely broke their stride as Moe pointed vaguely toward my office (and smiling face) and said "That's finance".  Ugh, all that cleaning for nothing!  Of course if I hadn't cleaned, I'm sure they would've stayed for a thorough inspection.

Funny thing is the owner is an older gent and ALWAYS wears a tie, but yesterday.....  The office was uber clean and organized with fresh floral arrangements (I'll get back to the 'floral arrangement' in a minute) and a fancy lunch set up in the conference room.  And there was the owner in his starched shirt and suit and with his tie off.  Seeing him without his tie when everything else was all dolled up just seemed wrong.  I mentioned that 'perhaps they didn't mean literally with your tie off'.  He smiled and agreed but wasn't taking any chances.  He really wants to design a museum, which we haven't done in years.  Even the crazy receptionist was "uncrazy" and downright subdued yesterday.

Recent work has been courthouses, schools, synagogues, libraries but not museums.  It's funny because once you do a particular project, like a courthouse, then you'll get awarded more courthouses, but it's tough to get that first one.  So of course we want the work, but we also want to set a precidence that "we do museums".

Anyway, back to the floral arrangements.....

We have this fancy schmancy Japanese artist/florist who does our arrangements and we always have a big arrangement of hers in the reception area.  She was called in at the last minute for this client visit and we all couldn't wait to see what she'd do.  In the past her arrangements have been piles of stones, lumps of moss, a load of birch logs (which someone later took home to burn).

This time she had an arrangement of 3 HUGE bamboo sticks - each probably 8 feet long and 10 inches in diameter.  2 standing up and one just laying there on the table, and somehow with an orchid placed in the middle.  It's WEIRD.  I especially don't like the log just laying there on the table like it's waiting for someone to come along and put it in its place, but what do I know?  I'm not an artist, I'm a money person.  And lemme tell ya - 3 bamboo logs and an orchid should NOT cost $250.  This much, I know.

Tomorrow is Evan's last day of school and Mama's leaving work early to celebrate.  I told him I'd take him out for ice cream when I got home, to which he replied "Oh Sue already told me she'd take me out for ice cream on the last day and she's picking me up in her convertible".

Well fine!  I'm still leaving early though.  We'll do something fun afterwards.

Sue's the neighbor whose dog bit my ass a while ago.  Just the other day when I was getting home from work she was outside with her baby dog who was barking viciously at me.  Sue was telling me how he was just 'being friendly' and looking for attention.  I replied that he was looking for another bite of Italian ass, is more like it. When he wouldn't stop barking, I looked him in the eye and yelled "I'm still mad at you for biting me!" Then I proceeded to bark back at him (honest to god) and he shut right up, with a look of shock on his face.  Heh.  There's no more need to pretend I like him, so perhaps that bite was worth it.



Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Take me out to the ball game

Man oh man, did I go a good ball game last night!  Awesome!  The Red Sox annihilated the Padres 14-5.  What a fun night, except the game lasted over 3 1/2 hrs so it was a late night.  I met up with my good old friend Brian at our favorite sausage stand.  I've probably seen Brian once in like the last 6 months, but we've been friends for shit, probably 20 years, and whenever I see him it's like old times.  We've done alot of autograph hunting and spring training trips in the past.

When I met up with him, he was carrying a few things that he wanted autographed "just in case" the opportunity arrived.  He had a photo of himself and Dave Roberts that he was hoping to get signed.  I was like why do  you have THAT pic with you?  He gave me a look of disgust and said "Don't you know The Padres are here tonight?"


Dave Roberts is the guy (if you agree with Brian) that was responsible for the red sox winning the world series in 2004. What?  You thought it was Big Papi, or Curt Shilling or that silly Manny Ramirez?  Nope!

Dave Roberts was the guy who stole second in game 4 (when the sox were down 3 games to zip) to keep the game going, which they eventually won. 

Anyhoo, Dave Roberts is now The Padres 1st base coach!  Brian's real plan was to stake out The Padres hotel in order to get this photo signed, but brought it to the game just in case......

Just in case Dave would be nice enough to sign before the game.  I got there early, but Brian, not so much.  Plus he had my ticket on him, which he never even gave me btw.  He said something like "if you don't pay for your ticket, you don't get it".  Biatch!  I bought the guy a frigging sausage!  That's some sort of payment, right?

Keep in mind that Harry the sausage guy LOVES me.  When I told Harry that I was paying, the whole tab for both of us was $5!  LOL  I'm just wild about Harry, although I'm not wild about sausages.  yuck!  When we finally got into the park, it was about 6:30, which is normally to late to get autographs, but Dave was at the visitor dugout signing away.  There weren't event too many people vying for a signature so I suspect he'd been there quite a while.  Anyway just as we got near the front Dave says "that's it guys, no more.  I gotta go."  Doh!  I started my "Josie Wailing" and yelled "Dave just this photo!  Dave!!! Dave!!!" and he was "Alright.....just one more...." and signed the picture.  Woot!  Of course I'm INSTANTLY jealous that I got him to come over and sign, but didn't get an autograph.  So I tell Brian to give me my ticket - I'll have Dave sign that...and that's when he said that I couldn't have it unless I paid for it.  Bastard!  Not that Dave was doing anymore signing, but I"m sure I could've talked him into just one more.

Okay - the game itself was awesome too.  Miller - a new pitcher, pitched a fine game going 6 innings with 6 strikeouts but when he left they were tied 3-3.  Then all hell broke loose!  Damn, the next inning the sox were up it seemed like Walk, walk, walk, hity by pitch, hit by pitch, hit, walk, hit, walk, get the idea.

Because it wasn't a save situation they didn't use Papelbon to close the game.  Instead a guy who's been in the farm system for quite a while, Tommy Hottovy, pitched the last inning and believe it or not, I have a photo here in work of me and Tommy Hottovy from Spring training Florida a couple of years ago.

Josie and the closer from last night, Tommy Hottovy!

Oh and THEN, they honored my ALL TIME FAVORITE red sox player, who was also at the game.  #14 Jim Rice!!!!  I've been a fan of his since I was like 10 yrs old -

Jim and Josie sitting in a tree.... (blurry photo taken by Brian)

Um, he looked a little older last night, but then again, I'm sure I did too.  Okay, work calls.  My firm has been shortlisted for the renovation of a library in a musuem and the potential clients, who are very impressed with us so far, are coming to tour the office today "to see you with your tie off" is what they said to the owner.  So of course the office has been spit shined and we are hoping to impress.  We do lots of libraries but not museums so we REALLY want to do this project.  Everyone, cross your fingers and toes.  Ugh, I'm dressed up ,while half asleep because of the late night last night.



Monday, June 20, 2011

Guess what I did this weekend?

More importantly, guess what I didn't do?  I didn't play poker.  Boo!  I woke up Saturday morning with the house to myself as the kiddo was at a sleep over.  I thought "Ahhh too bad I can't play a nice deep stack tourney on FT.  Ugh.  Instead I made a pot of coffee and watched "Swamp People".

Ever see that show?

I'm not a big fan of animals, as you may already know (see archives for my raccoon and dog troubles) nor am I a fan of guns (polar opposite baby) and I especially dislike hunting,  but man I love that show.  Yes, the show is about crocodile hunters down in the bayou, and they shoot them with guns up close and personal (yuck) but the show's appeal is bigger than that.

I just like watching the people.  Seeing people that have lived their lives on the swamp is just so dang interesting to me.  I love the way they talk, their culture and their work ethic.  My fave hunter is Troy.  Perhaps because he looks and sounds like one of the guys at my poker table - which is funny, considering the guy at my poker table is as italian  Go figure.

Anyway, back to the subject of the first paragraph...I WANT TO PLAY POKER!  And I want to play NOW!  But that ain't gonna happen because it's 8:30am on Monday morning and I am heading into a management meeting.  It's funny though - years of reading people at the poker table def pays off at meetings like the one I'm about to attend.  I find myself looking at someone before they speak and knowing what they're going to say based on their demeanor.  Seriously.  Anyone else ever notice that happen to them?

Oh and I'm going to another Red Sox game tonight.  A new guy named Miller is pitching and the weather is nice, so it should be a great night.  Of course it ain't poker playing, but it'll do.

Okay duty calls so I have to fly.

Play smart.


Friday, June 17, 2011

Friday Humor

Miss Beatrice, The church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her

sweetness and kindness to all.  One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room.  She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea...

As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl Sitting on top of it.  The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated. of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.

'Miss Beatrice', he said, 'I wonder if you would tell me about this?' pointing to the bowl.

'Oh, yes,' she replied, 'Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease.

Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I love that dirty water......

Ahhh, that's better, less chipmunky

When I got into work this morning, Good Old Gary emailed me the pic above to use, instead of the chipmunk cheeks one.  Plus there's cash in it so it reminds me of good times.

Anyhoo, prior to last night's concert I was given these strict instructions:

1.) Do not call out "Evan!"
2.) Don't come up to the stage and take pictures!
3.) No screaming.
4.) Don't act like a mom!

Okay so maybe I've embarrassed him a wee bit in the past.  I didn't want to commit to not doing any of the above, cuz sometimes I just can't help myself - I mean the kid was going to have a solo!!!  Although he started getting really upset when I said "no guarantees" so in the end I promised to be good.  And I was, for the most part.  I only waved to him twice and pretty much stayed in my seat.  He was AWESOME!

Oh and so were The Bruins!  Black and Gold baby!  When we got home the score was 1-0 Bruins and they just steamrolled those Canucks.  And while the bruins were winning, beckett pitched a 1 hit game for the sox.  Boston teams ROCK. 

Here's what's ahead for me in the coming days:

1.) Tonight - go to bed early.
2.) Tomorrow (Friday) I'm playing a Spades tournament.  I've played spades only once before and had a frigging blast, plus I won.
3.) Saturday - Going to the drive-in....YES The Drive-in!  Remember those?  There's one in NH that's $20 a car load and friends of ours are going.  They show 2 movies and one of them is Hangover 2, which I've been dying to see.  If it's half as funny as the first one I'll enjoy it.  Of course this means Evan will be going to an R rated movie!  Ugh.

Bruins Rock!


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Change of Plans

Remember I said I'd be sporting my Bruins shirt as soon as I got home?  Well I'll still be doing THAT, but the other plans for tonight have changed.

Evan JUST told me that his concert is tonight.  He's in the band and the jazz band and he has a solo in the jazz band.  I knew there was a concert coming up sometime, and kept asking him when but his answer was always "I don't know....".  Well it's tonight!  The concert starts at 7pm and the game starts at 8:15pm.  I think we'll miss the first 1 1/2 hrs of the game.  Doh! 

Like hockey games, I have a hard time staying awake at those darn concerts too.  Actually the concerts are tougher. *yawn* So me sleeping in my Bruins shirt will happen - just not in front of the TV.

I'll try to take pictures of my handsome boy.


PS.  My "handsome boy" is offically taller than me now.  :(

Remember me?

Who's this girl?

First of all, I'm writing this post for Little Acornman, who requested a write up of the poker game Saturday night.  Truly, I don't know why I haven't been posting.  I just don't feel like it, plus I don't have alot of poker to write about these days.  This blog was supposed to be about "Poker baby, it's all about poker".  Somehow it got to be a helluva lot more than that. 

But I digress.....

Saturday night I played in my monthly poker league game with the black men and ladies.  I've missed 3 games so far, yet I'm still in 4th place.  Now that I don't get alot of opportunities to player poker I won't be missing many others.  I plan to take first place from the donkey who is currently there.  :)  However, Saturday night I SUCKED.  I was Gigli, yep, the first person out of the tourney!

The funny thing is the black men are the only competition in this league and NONE of them showed up, so this should've been an easy win but I got tangled up early on with a DONKEY and lost more than half my chips.  Lemme 'splain....

I've played with this guy ALOT and he doesn't have a fold button.  I know this, but instead of playing small ball I bet big.  I had a crappy hand in the BB but the flop gave me an OESD.  It also had 2 hearts.  He bet big and I called.  Turn gave me my straight.  He bet big and I raised BIG:

A.) KNOWING he wouldn't fold
B.) KNOWING he was most likely on a flush draw.

The river brought the third heart.  He bet again and I called him KNOWING he hit his flush.  Yep, 2/3s of my chips were gone in 20 minutes.  He ended up going on a HUGE lucky streak and winning the game.  Besides catching the river with me, he also called an all in with K-10 off suit (about 6k to call) and he won.  Then he called Lynn's all in - she had aces and he paired the board with 3s.  How do  you call an all in with bottom pair?  I dunno but he did and was rewarded with another 3 on the river.

It was that kind of game.  I hung around because most of the peeps agreed to play a second game and I wanted my money back.

Mission accomplished.  I dominated the second game from beginning to end.  And the donk I mentioned above was out early.  His kind of playing results in more losses than wins, long term.  I just wish I hadn't used so many chips to get him off his draw, but live and learn.

It was well after midnight by the time we were heads up in the second game so we agreed to a split and I left with about $50 in net winnings. 

I work in Boston about 3 minutes away from The Boston Garden and as soon as I get home, I will be sporting my friend's Bruins jersey and get ready for Game 7.  Can the Bruins win in Vancouver?  Does a cat have an ass?  I'm excited about the game, but don't get me wrong, I am a fair-weathered fan.  I'm only excited because it's been an exciting playoff series.  Plus Evan insists on watching every game, which means I've been watching them too.  Well, I've been watching the first period anyway.  I've fallen asleep during EVERY playoff game.  *yawn*  It's exciting in the beginning but then it gets tiring trying to keep my eye on the puck.

Plus, talk about a violent series!  These people are CRAZY.  After watching The Bruins and The Canucks go after each other, football seems like "Duck, duck, goose!".  I just don't get why that much violence is allowed.  Yes, Gary's told me it's because they are men with sticks so they need some sort of release of aggression, but come on!  If the rules were in place, they'd be enforced.

Ugh, I hate that photo of myself at the top of this post, but I'm in work so the options are limited.  I could store a winter's worth of acorns in those cheeks. Ugh my face looks so ROUND in that pic.

Anyhoo, don't forget to......

Play smart.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Mouth

I always need reading material for the bus ride into work.  Reading makes a forty minute trip fly by and without reading material time seems to pass at a snail's pace.  When I'm desperate for something to read, I'll re-read a good book and as I dashed out the door this morning I grabbed Check-Raising the Devil, by Mike Matusow with Amy Calistri and Tim Lavalli.  I'd enjoyed it thoroughly the first time, so why not?

As the bus pulled away I started reading the forward written by Phil Hellmuth.  Below is an excerpt that caught my attention:

...Matusow began playing in no-limit tournaments where he played "his way" and became a force to be reckoned with.  In fact, Matusow seemed to be the chip leader in almost every no limit tournament that he entered, by using a super-aggressive strategy.  If Mike felt weakness when you played a pot against him, he would raise you, reraise you or move all in on you.  A force he was, but as much as the top pros in the world admired the strong work he was putting in, Matusow simply wasn't putting any skins on the wall (no victories!)...he would move all in, in a hopeless situation and give away a couple of huge cornstalks of chips, for no apparent reason. 

Damn!  Was Hellmuth talking about Matusow or moi?  The paragraph above is pretty much a synopsis of my play from March 2010 to January 2011.  I'd always chip up early but more often than not, I wouldn't cash.  I could amass chips, but not hold onto them.  Don't get me wrong, I've won more than a few tourneys in The Seabrook Poker Room, but that wasn't significant in the big scheme of things.  Then there was Vegas:  when I was there in December I played a total of 4 tourneys.  I sucked in one (WPBT)  and became the early chip leader in the other 3. Of those three, I split one with one other guy, I was 2 off the bubble and in the last one, I WAS the bubble.  Obviously there was/is work to be done here.

In 2011 I made a conscious decision to adjust my game.  I made an effort to not risk all or the majority of my chippys on one hand.  Aggression would get me chips, but later on in the tourney, it'd get me.  I started making mini goals for myself within a tournament.  Instead of trying to win the tournament with every hand, I'd he happy if I made my goal of increasing my chips by 20% or 30% every hour or so.  It seemed to slow me down enough to not "need" to take every risk but bide my time.

I highly recommend reading the book.  Matusow's rise, fall, rise and fall in the poker world is certainly an interesting read.  It's easy to see that it's written with honesty so it isn't always pretty.  If I continue to play the way Matusow plays, perhaps I like Matusow will win a few bracelets!  He started out with a backer though.  Any takers?

Play smart.