I made a run into Las Vegas on Thursday and picked up my kicking buddy Riot…just kicking back, playing some video games, kicking up the dirt outside…that kind of kicking.  And picked up more patio tile from Home Depot while I was there.  Way too much of it.  it’s now setting in little strange lines around my other gravel pitching endeavors where i will begin to put it together in a kewl kind of formation.  I already started a patio area of tile and gravel, this will be a continuation.  Hell, Rome wasn’t built in a day either.

Then I managed to not feel worth a damn for two days.  What kind of fun is that?  Absolutely none.

I still can’t figure out how to beat A-Q with Q-Q.  It’s a sick feeling.  Pick it up, should just pitch and move on but I can’t.  Especially when I raised it and am getting called by the worst hand.  Poker hates me right now.  But the feeling’s mutual, I hate it.  Yet I continue.  I played around 9 tournaments today.  NG!  No, that doesn’t stand for Evelyn.  It’s short for NO GOOD!

Riot went home this p.m.

One of my boys went into the hospital for surgery this morning.  His appendix burst.  We talked on the phone yesterday and he complained of symptoms.  Being the mother bitch I am, I told him to go immediately to the hospital.  Being the typical kid that he is, he didn’t listen.  Jenny, his one and only, took him to the hospital this morning.  I’m so damn glad.  He lives in OR or I would have dragged him there myself.  The Dr. said everything was contained and he should be just fine.  Between 3 to 5 days in the hospital.  I’m mixed between feeling some stress for him and his family and relief that it’s taken care of.

I’m playing the 200K guaranteed tomorrow.  Off to bed I go, in hopes of…umnhhhh…maybe Q-Q will stand up some day?  Yeah, and maybe I can win some big BUCKS!