Very Josie

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 deprived...at 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

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 l

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: 

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

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 t

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 throug

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 him

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 smi

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?" Yeah........ Dave Roberts is the guy (if you agree with Brian) that was responsible for the red sox winning the world series in 2004. What

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 m

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 pla

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

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

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

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