Saturday, December 30, 2006

If You Had 15 Seconds

15 Seconds

Friday, December 29, 2006

I blame Meme

I feel funny. No funny ha ha, funny strange. I blame Meme. Not for any concrete reason, but because I can.
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French Lick Casino was beautiful but the service was atrocious . . . at check-in, housekeeping, at the restaurant, and in the casino. I say that if you’re going to an upscale restaurant that changes $43 for a steak, the service needs to be outstanding. Silly me.

The rooms were nice, though. LP asked his Aunt if he could bring Jordan with him (“it’ll be more fun.”) and so he did. The boys got their own room and were scoping girls (or “females” as young white-as-black males call them) from the get go. Both boys were wonderfully behaved believe it or not. Jordan said that the hotel was just like a “celebrity hotel” and the high, white down comfort-ed bed was like “sleeping in a cloud.”

Both boys were nice to my niece and actually let her hang around with them and took her swimming a few times. Then they hung out in the resort’s bowling alley and shops. LP talked this saleslady into letting him try on this $8000 mink coat. LOL. Good grief.

I lost about $300 (your good luck wishes meant CRAP) but had fun at the $1 slots. I played slots with my Mom and she got a kick out of the Haywire machines—the slots that go crazy and sometimes pay double or triple.

The second day when we were broke Mom, Aunt Pat and I played 5 cent Sevens and Butterflies slots. That was actually fun. Mom hit a 300 coin pot and was excited until she remembered it was nickels and amounted to $15 or something like that.

BP enjoyed himself at the craps table and walked away with a $35 profit and was pleased as punch. Me to BP: WE CAN’T RETIRE ON A 35 DOLLAR PROFIT!!! He woke me up on my birthday with a lusty “I’ve never had a blow job from a 50 year old before,” to which I replied, “Well, let’s just keep that streak going for you, shall we?”


Wednesday, December 27, 2006

We're leaving for the casino in a few hours.
Don't miss me too much.
We'll be back before you know it.
Wish me the Midas Touch.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Here’s an update on my Christmas day.

Made coffee.

Made my “special salad” to take to the dinner.


Had to wake the Ps up to open gifts cause we were due at my sister’s house at noon.


Went to my oldest sister’s. All family was present except my whackjob sister.

Opened more gifts.

Had a fight with a middle sister.

Made up with my middle sister.

It rained.

Had a wonderful dinner.

Walked their dog---one of the friendliest, sweetest dogs in the world.

Helped clean up after dinner.

Played all different kinds of poker with Mom, two sisters, brother, B-in-L, and BP drifted in and out of the games.

Came home.

Relaxed.

Watched Christmas Deal or No Deal and tried to win $100,000 (I didn’t)

LP went over to Jordan’s to see his Christmas loot. When they were on the phone, LP said Jordan wanted to talk to me:

J: Merry Christmas, Liam’s mama!!

Me: Thanks! Did you have a great one?

J: Yes. Did you get what you wanted?

Me: All I want is a loving, wonderful son who obeys and does well in school and is a joy.

J: Well, then you got what you wanted!

(LOL)


We had a nice day.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

I feel better today. Not at 100% but better. I slept on the couch most of yesterday day. Got up and took a bath, then went to bed at 9, and slept to about 8 this morning.
I have a headache, and I need to go do some last minute things--grocery, and wrap some gifts Liam bought. And my house is a mess. The kitchen's a mess. I need to vacuum the living room. I need to clean the bathroom. Yuck.
Merry Christmas Eve.