September 30, 2003

Only 2 days left to sponsor our Heart Walk effort.

BBC NEWS | Europe | Gypsy king’s daughter is sad child bride — stuff likes this seriously makes me sad to be ladygypsy…even if I’m not really “Roma.” :(

Yesterday was a bonus day. Da boss let me go home at 11:00 am, since I put in 3 hours at the yard sale on Saturday. Had lunch w/David at the Olive Garden, hit Genuardi’s, took Max for a walk. Fell asleep on the recliner at 8:00 pm…wow. I woke up at 3:15…totally refreshed!

So naturally, rather than get ready for work, I played Asheron’s Call for an hour. Got Dierdre the Pain up to level 101. And now here I am.

Mood: Pleasant
Wt: Forgot to weigh this morning.
Work docket:Learn about budgeting for the department. Try to keep from freezing to death here where the air conditioning is STILL on, even though it’s 49 degrees out.
Lunch: Frozen Chicken Piccata — which will stay frozen if the air conditioning stays on.
Afternoon: Gym workout. It’ll help me thaw. Have I mentioned the air conditioning’s on???
Evening: Unknown…probably wear something warm

Off to nuke my oatmeal and spill it all over my hands to keep me warm.

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Septebmer 29, 2003

C’mon…have a heart

We have a winner! (or Roulette 101) Written, naturally, last night
Friday night we decided to ip-skay the hockey game and go to Atlantic City instead! I haven’t been there in ever so long. We left right after I got home from work, and drove to Bally’s Wild Wild West Casino. It takes less than an hour to get there, and the ride was pleasantly filled with conversation. Not mindless conversation but discussion of government, religion, media, and other juicy things. I thrive on juicy conversation.

We arrived a smidgen before 4 pm. I headed to the roulette table, threw down $125, and dug in. The table was a $10.00 minimum bet, meaning you can either bet all $10.00 at once on any of the bets ‘outside’ of the numbers (ex: red/black, odd/even, 1st 12/2nd 12/3rd 12) or spread your $10.00 among the ‘inside’ number (ex: 5 chips on number 23, one each on 14, 17, 20, 26, and 29; which is my bet) If you hit directly on the number, you’re paid 36 to 1. Red/black, odd/even bets are even money, and the ‘twelves’ (also called the ‘down) pay 2 to 1.

Boy was I losing. I was down to my last $50, and hadn’t hit a darn thing. The dealer spins the wheel in one direction, then the ball in the other direction and declares no more bets. A beat later he says, “23!” My heart soars. Then I see the still-spinning ball. Bah. Kidder. The table laughs.

The ball drops neatly into 23.

And I start to laugh, as the dealer, stunned, assures us he had nothing to do with it.

I collect my 180 chips and cash out, meaning I turn in the colored chips (each worth $1 in my case) that are exclusive to that roulette table and receive regular money chips good in the rest of the casino. Cash them in, skip over to David, who is playing (and winning) at craps.

Someday I’ll be able to tell you about how craps is played. It’s the most intimidating game to me. I can get the bets down in my mind, but the etiquette is insane and unwritten. Chances are you’ll do something wrong, and the pit bosses and the patrons will yell at you. I think I’m yelled at every time I try to play. Which results in my taking my chips and leaving, as they laugh at me for being sensitive. Last time I was smacked with the dice, since the roller wasn’t patient enough to wait for me to put my measly chips down and threw the dice as I was betting. Got yelled at.

I don’t like craps.

But this time, in the spirit of a gambling Pollyanna, I try again. I put my measly two chips down. It was my turn to roll. I grab the dice off of the table in my left hand, transfer them to my right to throw. Chaos ensues, and a half-dozen voices yell in protest. Apparently, you cannot switch your dice from one hand to another. Dice are retrieved from me, and the grand inspection occurs. Because naturally in the fraction of a second that I possessed the dice, I marked them up, weighted them, and otherwise compromised the honesty of the game. I get the dice back, finish my roll, take my chips and walk off. David, I’m sure, is mortified.

“Aw…she got her feelings hurt,” sez one of the dealers.

Eff you. This craps table’s not getting another damn dollar from me tonight. Life’s too short to be yelled at when you’re in a casino, for chrissakes. I walk away silently and head to the slot machines.

Where I feed a $20.00 bill into the 25-cent machine, hit “Bet Max” (in this case, 3 quarters), and take my seat as the reels stop.

Wild —- 7 —– 7

Ring-a-ding-ding, baby, three red sevens!! Music plays, lights flash, 1600 quarters!! I do quick math and ask the lady next to me, “Is that $400????”

“No!” she replies, “it’s $400!!!!” Ho-kaaay..

Sweet!! I hug the slot attendant who hands me my cash and get my remaining $18.50 from the machine. (when you win, they make you play one more spin to clear the winning numbers from the window) I jump up and down like I was GOING to do so if I had been called on The Price is Right last year.

And smugg-ily walk back to the craps table with over $700 in my purse (winnings plus my what I had left of what I was gambling with) David is about $100.00 up, and the dealers ask me (condesendingly) if I had fun with the slots.

“I won $400 on my first spin.” I reply cooly. David nearly swallows his tongue at news of my winnings. He winds up his betting, and we head to the buffet for dinner, feeling like quite the winners.

We were home by 7 pm, and the winnings (minus $100) are going toward our Disney vacation!
End prewritten story

But that was this weekend, this is today.

Mood: Happy — also wearing new flirty red faux snakeskin shoes!
Wt: 142.2. Fantastic for a Monday. I held steady this weekend!
Work docket: Going to dig in and work on a PERL script for the letters to the editor. I was working on this back in January. Then I was pulled off of it to do some other things. Naturally, nobody remembers pulling me off of it. Now it’s top priority again. Until I get halfway through and another important (revenue-generating) project comes along.
Lunch: Brought Lean Cuisine Salisbury Steak
Afternoon plans: Rousing walk with Max. Head to Genuardi’s.
Evening plans: Fold laundry. Clean litter boxes.

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September 26, 2003

Thank you Pop-Pop and Mom!! Only $25 away from our Heart Walk goal. C’mon…put yer money where yer mouth is…$5.00, $10.00, it’s all good!

I did have the rousing walk w/Max yesterday, but skipped the YMCA. David’s home sick. It’s weird seeing him in the morning when I’m trying to get ready for work. But still very very nice!

Re: Affordable Housing: Are shore towns held to the same stringent standards that the inland suburbs are?

There’s no Friday Five this week — seems the site manager’s on vacation. No problemo.

Mood: Joyful
Wt: 142.4. Wow!
Work docket: Hot properties. Mess with our calendar product — an unwieldy beast that I’m sure will never replace the antiquated system that editorial uses now. But I’m more than willing to do my part of it, and let others drop the ball.
Lunch plans: May have lunch w/Mom — depends on her schedule.
Afternoon: Must stop at food store. Drag Max out for walk (since he was neutered, he’s not as hyper)
Friday evening: pondering going to the Devils/Flyers preseason game at the Wachovia center. Shall we wear Devils paraphenalia and earn the crowd’s ire?
Saturday morning: Your webdiva here will be making a personal appearance at South Jersey’s BEST Newspaper’s BIGGEST yard sale tomorrow morn at Campbell’s Field in Camden. I’ll be holding a light-up baton, wearing a fab-u reflective vest and directing cars to the parking lot. My shift starts at 5:00 am (sob!), and I should be done by 8:00 am. Two years ago I got my sewing machine at the yard sale for $10.00. This year I’m looking for vintage clothing, and mayhap a nice fall/winter hat.
Saturday afternoon: Shoe shopping w/Mom.

We’re going to finally take down the baby gate tomorrow. Every day this week, we’ve put Max on the cats’ side of the gate for some time, and he’s done quite well. No chasing or barking. Just lots of sniffing. And eating their cat food. I actually think he’s intimidated by the cats, no doubt from Misty’s constant swipes at him. Charlie may hide for a bit at first, but I think we’re all going to finally be a family again. Keep your fingers crossed for us.

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September 25, 2003

Hey…have you had a chance to donate to our Heart Walk effort yet?

Most of yoga class last night consisted of the class lying prone over gigantic balls. Have I mentioned how I enjoy yoga?

I’m slowly warming up to the Dave Matthews CD. I never like any CD on the first listen. But this could have been Dave reading the book of Genesis, and I would have still purchased it. What made the purchase worthwhile was the companion CD of Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds live songs. One of which is “Crush”, which renders me into a quivering pile of flesh whenever I hear it. And now I own an acoustic version of it. (drool)

Midori on the Obsidian Knights board posted this great little site…”What is your Battle Cry?” I don’t usually put this stuff in my blog, but I in this case, I just had to.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Zang! Who is that, skulking along the fields! It is Dierdre The Pain, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! She roars ominously:

“In the name of malice, I tear into the enemy until my loins find satisfaction!!!”

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Mood: Happy
Wt: 144.0. I am as motivated now as I was back in April ’02. I know I’ll make it to 133. Maybe not by the October WDW trip. But I will get there. Too bad I’m always hungry again.
Work Docket: Communities, Scrapbook, mini-meeting at 10:00 am, still waiting on info for millionaire contest.
Afternoon: Rousing walk w/Max. Off to the YMCA.
Evening: Coffee ‘n’ Coping with Mom at Starbuck’s. Haven’t done that in ages!
Obsidian Knights meeting at 9:00pm.

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