Actually, it slips right through my fingers it seems.

Friends have asked, begged, pleaded, and insisted (you know who you are) that I update. "What's going on with you?" they ask. Well folks, the pitiful truth is basically "nothing". I just didn't feel like I had anything important or even mildly interesting to write about.

Ok, I did just get back from vacation. Yeppers, I slipped out on ya'll. Wound up in Reno, my first time, and had a blast. I don't play to win big bucks, heck, not even to win little bucks. I play to play and I want to win for the sole purpose of being able to continue to play. Think of it as another version of renting a Video Game. :)

It was interesting walking thru the casino floor and just observing the people there. One night/early morning I was walking to the Cashier cage and turned a corner. There, in front of two Wheel of Fortune slot machines, sat a young couple, early 20's I guess. They each dutifully had their One Club cards that the casino so generously gives you *smirk* to help you "win cool prizes" *double smirk* plugged into their respective machines.

For some reason my brain locked onto two separate thoughts at once. First - "Boy they look tired!" and Second - "His plastic coiled card keeper* is blue and hers is pink, isn't that cute?"

*You know those things I'm talking about right? They have a keyring loop on one end that attaches to the card and then the thumb bolt latch on the other end that you attach to some part of your clothing to keep you from walking away without it. Ya knowwww ~tries to show ya with her hands and gives up cuz it makes typing more difficult~ Those stretchy things. Yeah! That's it! I knew ya'd get it. :)

Then it hit me "Wow, it's like they are connected to those machines and being fed by those spiffy free coiled card keepers just like a fetus through an umbilical cord. Getting all they need for life as long as those Card credits keep going up." And I looked around and realized that lots of people looked that dorky. LOL Not me, nope! Nuhuh. I didn't have to attach my spiffy card tether thingy to my beltloop. I was smart enuff to remember my card without walking off without it. ~beams~

By the way, did you know that 900 nickles make a really cool sound hitting the payout tray? Oh, and that they are a lot heavier than you'd realize? Yeah, I cashed 'em out just to hear them clanking. LOL Just another morsel of knowledge - 600 nickles and 450 nickles sound almost as cool, but not quite. ~grin~

Oh and I played the $1 slots .. *nods in agreement with all the gasps of amazement and idolizing* .. yeah, I know you're jealous. Anyway, I put in one and hit for five. So I cashed them out (five silver dollars sound pretty damn cool hitting the tray too, just wish there'd be 900 of those babies) and I took the first one and said "This one is for Gomez. Whatever it wins, he gets." Clank, Yank (ALWAYS pull the arm, never hit the spin reels button cuz that is so lame) Plunk Plunk Plunk .. three blanks = nothing. Second dollar - "for Kimo" - Clank, Yank, Plunk Plunk Plunk .. three blanks = nothing. Third - "for Jasper" - Clank, Yank, Plunk Plunk Plunk OH HELL NO! Thunka, Thunka, Thunka, Thunka, Thanka - the little Pooter Scooter won $5, so now he's the proud owner of an oversized Tennis Ball from the Big Dog store. LMAO The damn ball is bigger than his head but the bulldog in him is determined to carry it around even though he runs into things cuz he can't see around or over it.

Let's see, what else has happened in my boring life? Gawd, it's so pathetic. It's honestly a case of same shit, different day.

Oh, speaking of lil Buzzard Butt ..

Jasper has shown himself to be a raving slipperphile. Yep. I heard him breathing funny on my bed the other night .. well funnier than he normally breathes but give him a break, you'd breathe funny too if you had a smooshed in nose. I turned around and he was doing the mattress tango with my fuzzy pink slipper. Just going AT it. I'm telling ya'll it was hilarious. I just sat and watched him. I figured just cuz I'm not getting any doesn't mean he has to be deprived, right? So anyway, he's going at it, aiming for the land humping speed record I guess and he loses his balance and rolls over onto his back. Does he let go of the slipper? Oh hell no, not my little perverted pooch. He takes it on over with him and he's laying there on his back, using his legs to pump his fuzzy bitch (no pun intended) up and down, letting her .. err it ride him. I about lost it then. It was hysterical. I finally lost interest and turned back around the to computer and was working up a graphic. After a few minutes I realized that he wasn't breathing as hard anymore, so I snuck a peek at him and sure enough he's laying there, sacked out, snoring. THAT is when I lost it. I muttered "Just like a male!" without realizing it and completely cracked myself up. LOL

See, told ya my life was pitiful. I really am amazed that anyone would care to read about it. Hell, I'm not sure I care to live it. No no, settle down. I didn't mean it *that* way. Geeze people, I'm bored with my life, not suicidal because of it.

I mean, I don't come up with amazingly told stories like weetabix and I don't get involved passionately in political issues like chromemm and while I think along the same lines as justjill and ms-m I don't have their flair for words.

How many times can I write about Gomez and Kimo and Jasper without driving myself (and you good people, all three of you) nuts? I guess what I need is some motivation.

Hmmm, wonder where I could download some of that?

Until next time~

bisa

Don't argue with a fool. The spectators can't tell the difference. - Charles J. Nalin


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