Prevo has a post up titled “Poor Linda“, he’s not the only one that has used that phrase when I’ve recounted an event or happening in my life. I don’t get it. I’m not ‘Poor Linda’. Yes, I understand what the post is actually saying but I’m still not ‘Poor Linda’. I don’t think anyone that has ever met me or knows me feels ‘Poor Linda’. I think they are more prone to feel, “God help the asshole that gets in her way.”
I have never felt sorry for myself, even in losing a husband when I was six months pregnant, missing a $50,000 life insurance policy by 14 days on that husband because I was so fricking broke I didn’t have $20 to pay his insurance policy, and ended up living on welfare til the birth of my son because welfare wouldn’t pay for the birth if I lived with my mother; going through a house fire that wiped out everything we had; losing my mom to cancer; losing a brother about six years after I gave him a kidney; losing a younger brother to an accident at work; two divorces; raising three sons virtually by myself – no child support, no state aid – nada; the death of my dad, losing another brother about five years ago; and life in general that just kicks your ass and makes you go cry for awhile. I’m NOT poor Linda. Phew! I feel a lot better after spitting that out! I’m a very blessed individual and I know it, I never spending the day thinking that I’m not.
I don’t mind a little empathy with that post, for the fact that I was freezing my ass off, out in the middle of the night in a part of town I hate, and really didn’t even accomplish the total of what I tried to do. Thanks, Ken.
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I put up a post tonight on Chasing Chris Ferguson. It’s about the idiots that want to tell other players to save their chips – trying to keep a player from going busted in a tournament. Horse KA-KA. Poker is really one of the purest mind games that mankind ever devised. It’s the perfect opportunity to try to best everyone else and if you fail, you get to come back and try again – no penalty other than the loss of your chips.
I’ve said many times before – let me say it again – it’s the only place in the world that you can lie to your best friend, steal from him, and take his last $1 and everyone thinks you’re cool. It’s the perfect place to be to meet new friends, hang out with old ones and enemies without getting bloodied and bruised. BUT play the game the way it’s meant to be played. Play it with justice. If you think you have to save the POOR guy playing with you from losing his chips, take a look around and see whose going to do that favor for you. NO ONE! They’re all out to bust you, baby! And you should return the favor, that’s how you play the game to justice.
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I’ve been to the dentist twice since I got the ‘reprogrammer‘ custom built to relax my bite – or whatever the hell it was supposed to do. It’s a miserable little creature. I never slept worth a damn when it was cranked into my upper teeth. My dentist is building a ?? (mystery to me) so we can decide what to do about the changes in my bite and future tooth problems that may arise – and decide what to do with the crown that broke off just before Xmas. Yippeeeeee! I can hardly wait to see how much this costs and what it entails. I asked him if i would have to have a bridge or something ugly (hey…I like having my own teeth), he said no. It may not be all bad.
One of my visits was to have a cleaning. I had a new tech. She was so damn funny that I was chuckling while she was digging in my mouth. You would have to have been there.
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I keep getting a mental jab to visit Bellagio and hang out with some of the old crew for a bit. I may do that soon. I also might get to hit a game with Marie sometime this week. She always has company when she’s back in Vegas for the winter, but perhaps we’ll find a few hours to skip out somewhere and hang out at the tables. I had such great intentions of getting out around town to play some low buy-in tournaments and those plans have sort of drifted out into the atmosphere lately. There’s always a lot going on. Well…there’s always tomorrow….