Bridesmaids are never the cute girl, you never want to show up the bride.  Very few times are the hot girls bridesmaids because women are all bitchy.  WHY am I bitchy?  Cause I can’t break free.  Now some of my dear poker friends will tell me, be patient Sean , it will come.  I know my first MTT victory is so close.  I can taste it.  Yes, I know I have won Dookie’s.  Yes, I know I have won 18 and 27 player tourneys.  But I want a 200+ player tournament victory.  It’s something that my poker psyche needs now.  I guess I’ll just have to change the way I play final tables.   It’s starting to get under my nerves.

2006 APL National Championship 207 runners 6th place.
2007 WPBT Winter Gathering   100+ runners 8th place.

Thank Goodness for Tournament $ , which look like real $ but can’t be cashed out.  I guess next week I have some work to do.

Let’s move on before I get grumpier.  Hell, I almost sound like Waffles.  I need to … never mind.

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I love the bridal show, not because its a bunch o bridezilla’s waiting to bite off the head of the nearest person that don’t agree with them, it’s beacause of my friends that do cakes, flowers and balloons.  I get to see them once a year,   They are normally busy in the spring and summer when I am normally not and I’m busy in the fall and winter when they are not, so it’s good to take the time to see friends from college.

Also I got to see the WAFFLES “GUARANTEED WIN” by the Colts.  Remember Waffles is THE COOLER OF COOLERS! Fade his picks and you should be GOLDEN!

So I pinched a nerve in my neck when I avoided having two bridezillas run into me as they went to the trough at the wedding cake and I fell.  Did either of the 120 lb women even bat an eye?  No.

So I hope the wedding cake goes right to their increasing thighs RIGHT NOW!

So hot pad on the neck & shoulder , and the Cowboy game for me.

Smile!

Good Season Browns…

A lot of ifs..

if you had made the field goal against Oakland,

if you had made the catch against Cincinnatti,

if.. if… if…

See you next year!

I’ll be waiting

could pull me out of the funk I got today…

Which started at work, which I can’t talk about, BUT IT MAY PROCLUDE ME COMING TO VEGAS!

Then continued at home, with Mom being mad, and rightfully so, that the kids didn’t call her to say thank you for their birthday gifts, Ryan cause he doesn’t want to and Shelby because… I dunno.

Let’s not forget my brother no showing his own birthday party and my sister in law ducking my call when I needed to get my brothers cell # again.

Today was just so horrible that I gave up in cards, gave up smiling, gave up laughing.

Just going to go to bed and hope that when I wake up I give a shit again.

Maybe in 2008.

Actually I am going to call Amanda and see if she can pull me out of this funk.

I am less than 4 days away from a miracle.

Not letting go of the past, but embracing the future.

Tonight, my daughter asked me why my friends would call my ex a bitch.

I tried to explain… then stopped and moved on.

You see in the past I would have shown how wrong Angie was. And I did fall into the trap asking Shelby to ask her mommy where the money that she owed me was.

And that where I made my mistake. 

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      It left the delivery station in Louisville, Kentucky… a lone package with a man’s hopes and dreams in it.

It was a Cleveland Browns jersey with InstntTrgdy on it with a # 22.  The man waiting by the door each morning and hurrying home each day to see it arrive.

But then as he checked the website to see when it would come…

(You know the name of the site … huh?)

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The Asshole of the year 2007
is Main Event Entertainment.

Congratulations on pissing me off enough
to never EVER go to your shithole again.

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Today was great.  We went to the Legacy Play Village and then to the Science Spectrum.  I made the kids Pizza for dinner and I took care of everything I needed (in under 45 min) at the office that keeps me away from society for the next couple of days.

Next Stop : Turkey.  Tomorrow I am going to start preparation for a “Damn Good Bird” (tm CNI Enterprises All Rights Reserved).

It’s hard when your eight year old refuses to go to bed and when you tell her to do something that she doesn’t want to do responds with, “You hate me!”

Sorry Shelby, doesn’t work that way.  I love you and Ryan for eternity,

Your mean dad,

Sean