St. Patrick’s Day

I got married 38 years ago today…to a liar named Robert Gregory Geenen that claimed he was Irish and was born in Killarney Ireland. He may be Irish but I found out some years later that he was born in Porterville CA. Ahhh…young love. Give me that blindfold, baby, I don’t need anything but you.

There are good things that happen on this day other than green beer and party time.

For one, I finally got a call from my Dr.’s office, I’m el-nego-tive on all tests, no HIV, no Hepatitis, but the only thing they can’t figure out is how to save me from myself as I churn mindlessly upstream against rocks and debris being washed down by mankind’s slothful tendencies about each other and our environment.

For two, I got a call from Countrywide, a follow up from last week’s call from Misty. Misty wanted to let me know that all of my payments were correctly credited and she was waiting to hear if I would be reimbursed for the bill I sent about my time spent. She will be sending me out a letter that follows up everything in our phone conversation but she wanted to keep me informed of the progress made and she expects to contact me again within 48 hours for news on the bill I submitted. Interesting concept…keep someone informed of progress made. Nice! Thanks, Misty!

For three, I just won $4.70 in 7 stud 8 in a $1-2 limit game. I was down $20…the win was a marvelous comeback and I left. Even tho I was in almost screamer mode yesterday, I’m back in the mix today. I’ve registered for a little 50c NLH tourney that starts in a few.

For four, It’s another beautiful day in Vegas, slight breeze, not too hot, not too cold. Life is great.