My Dream Life

I can wake up anytime I want to.  Now I only have to figure out if it is from my sleep or the nightmare of living.

After working for 33 years, my retirement from the Carpenter's Union in NJ left me with a nice pension.  Even though those underhanded thieves, the IRS, is dipping into it each month with a levy ( I sincerely hate those bastards and can see why that guy killed himself when he flew a plane into the building) I continue to grind out some cash with Ebay and gambling.

Now, gambling has been the vortex of my Natural Disasters, yet for the past two weeks I have been making money at the Meadowlands Racetrack.  I have developed a system that when adhered to methodically, will churn out a profit every day.  It has nothing to do with figuring out the horses, but instead is a study on probability and statistics combined with a progressive and variable betting pattern.

I do not have to study the past performances of the horses and decide from those results who has the best chance to win a race.  From past experience, they all have a chance to win a race, so with 8 horses in a race, and me picking just one, the odds are against me.  Duh.

My selections are now made soley numerically.  I hesitate to reveal the entire system because if I continue to grind out a weekly income, I will market this system and assist the thousands of horse players who continually play the horses, yet rarely win.  My system will eliminate the frustration that accompanies the weary calculations of selecting the possible winner, only to have your horse come in last, or be nipped at the wire by a nose.

I now, unemotionally, select a designated number on the horse, and patiently await it arrival in the winner's circle.  And as I stated, everyday this week I have left the racetrack with a profit in my pocket.  This could be my dream life.  I am going again today and will continue to record my daily progress.  As with all gambling, self control and your bankroll must be kept in check for a long term winning outcome.

Stop by tomorrow for another update.

Spongebob Averts A Disaster - My Hero

My 28 year old son stood in my bathroom and gazed around at it's theme that I proudly invited him in to examine and remarked, " I find it disturbing, Dad, that a 54 year old man with no small children would decorate like this?"

          




















He was commenting on the Spongebob Squarepants theme that I created for my small bathroom in my one bedroom apartment.  My shower curtain is a bright yellow with Spongebob's big bright yellow face covering the entire curtain.  The ceramic tiles outside the shower area have 3 - 15" stickers of Spongebob in various poses.  A 3" continuous Spongebob border outlines the ceiling.  My mirror is outlined with little 1" x 1" stickers of Spongebob and his friends.  I installed a special towel bar that displays the "never used" bath towel and washcloths, screened with a "Spongebob Surfing" display.  My sink cabinet handles are molded figures of Patrick and Spongebob. And finally, to the right of the sink, I converted a "Spongebob Joystick" into a towel post and mounted it to the wall where I drape a washcloth.

All of the above items (with the exception of the joystick) were acquired through Ebay.

I have been such a huge fan of Spongebob and his friends since I first viewed the cartoon series with my younger son Ray (now 21) when he was a young boy.  I actually try to live my life by many of Spongebob's standards.

That is why when I saw in the news today that the Spongebob cartoon was responsible for the saving of a choking victim, I was proud to have such a hero displayed on my bath walls and relieved that I might not be as "disturbed" as my oldest son stated.  OK, it still might be a little strange, but at least this cartoon character gives my obsession some sanity.

So,  I leave my little apartment today, with my Spongebob crafted door key in hand (a gift from a friend), proudly wearing my bright yellow Spongebob T-shirt, excited to reveal to the world (the guys at the local hot dog stand) the heroic impact that my friends, Spongebob and Patrick, had in a real life emergency.  Check it out here - Spongebob Averts A Disaster

Love And Hate

When I moved into my apartment last year, I can truthfully say that it was the absolute lowest point in my life.  My mother and I became estranged after the death of my father last year.  It was quite a shock to me since I always considered myself to be a "mama's boy" and I thought our relationship was on rock solid ground.

Little did I realize how much of a liability she considered me (because of my financial debacles) and how frightened she was to be left alone to run the family cab business that my father had built.  I should not say alone because she chose my younger brother with which to align herself, while she legally incorporated what was a smooth running cash Taxi business, leaving my name off of all the paperwork.

Sorry, but I am not being a jealous baby here.  While my father was alive, I was the one who handled all his affairs,and did all the business legwork after he lost his vision to "macular degeneration", and most certainly felt that I would be the one to continue to do so after his death.  I was not even offered a clue by my remaining surviving parent, as to how the "now legal" Taxi
business was to be run, and was  summarily cut off from its existence.

I am not embarrassed or ashamed to state right now that while I was busy pissing away the rather good income I earned my entire employed life (a union carpenter), I always had a deep rooted security in assuming that in my older years, I would inherit, or at least be a part of a million dollar Taxi franchise.  To be severed from the family business, due to my father departing from this world first, is a nightmare I could never have imagined.

Thus, the culmination of my Natural Disasters.

Oh, and by the way, the casino chips were genuine.  I sent the blond into the casino on her own as I waited in my car that I parked adjacent to valet parking.  There was no way I was going to go into the casino and stand next to that girl while she passed 25 - $5 chips that she found on the ground, in a white plastic bag, along with 2 hunters knives, outside the door of the visitors annex of the Union County Jail.  Blondie (see previous blogs) later told me that she pawned the knives herself for some pocket change.

So, as my ex "go-go girl" girlfriend emerged through the lobby doors of the Tropicana Casino, with no security guards on her tail, I beeped the horn to alert her as to my location, which I changed after dropping her off.....just in case. 

She hopped in, handed me my cut, and we drove off to another casino up the road, where she proceeded lose her share, and I managed to somehow not even gamble one penny  of it. I just couldn't see driving 2.5 hours to come home empty handed .

As I continue to recount the numerous self inflicted disasters of my life, I am reminded of a glowing bright spot that ventured into my life during the weeks and months that followed the move into my new apartment last year.

This splash of happiness came in the form of a little 4 year old Indian boy named Manu, who resided in the apartment next to mine.  I will save the tale of our meeting and the bond that we developed for a new blog page. This little boy named Manu, who could not speak a word of English, would give my life some meaning again, and help me to understand the power that love and caring for others can have in filling our voids in life.

Natural Disasters meets Natural Phenomenon

ICELAND VOLCANO SPARKS UP SOME LIGHTNING IN THE ATMOSPHERE

I thought this photo of the Iceland Volcano was spectacular, and I wanted to share it with my 20 second viewers.  I have a personal obsession with Vocano(s or es?) as it is.  To be close to one in all its fury must be sensational.

This link  http://www.flickr.com/photos/skarpi/4527797541/sizes/o/ will bring you to the larger photo where the Lightning in the center is much clearer.

The She Devil Was Telling The Truth

                                 THIS IS MY GOLD CAR.  I LOVE IT

I get a call at breakfast this morning, and it is Blondie (you remember, the she devil) telling me that she has the Twenty Five - $5 casino chips from the Tropicana. I hurry to chew and swallow my Taylor Ham Sandwich (God's Food) and jump in my Scion to see these casino chips in person.  Still a little unbelievable that this girl could just find $125 in casino chips in a bag on the ground.  That, is the supposed story.

                                                                    

In preparation for a trip, (in case Blondie's story is true), I fill up my vehicle with gas.  It costs me $30 to fill up, and I am supposed to make $50 out of this transaction after cashing the chips, so I will wind up with a $20 profit.  Just to get away from the TV set to Atlantic City today is making me feel good.  I always try to defend the fact that gambling is not a real addition, but when a small dose of it (like today's trip will be) makes me feel better, I sometimes wonder.  Nah!!  No way is gambling comparable to crack, or coke, or meth, or heroin.  None of those addictions will ever have a positive outcome.  At least a gambling addiction will have you on the positive end of some pocket change (or more) when your done snorting the dice.

I arrive at Blondie's beat up apartment in Elizabeth NJ ( I hate that town), give her a call, and tell her to come to the car.  As she approaches the car in her Yankees baseball shirt, I glance at the white shopping bag tied in a knot , swinging in her hands.  She tosses it over to me, and I untie the knot to reveal the casino chips. That quick feel and the sound of them rubbing together as I poured them into my hands, was enough to convince me that the chips were authentic.  Cool.  Get in the car and lets go cash them.

I am getting kind of tired now.  That trip to Atlantic City and back (5 hours total for me) really burns me out.  Plus, I had a couple of beers while we were there.  So if you come back here tomorrow, I'll reveal the outcome of handing the chips over to the casino cashier in exchange for the money.

Casino Gambling Chips

My two divorces and various choices of women have been a huge factor in a lot of my unfortunate circumstances.  And yet, I don't blame any of them because they were all fairly good girls.  Even my 2 ex wives turned out to be great mothers to my children and were probably making the right decisions when we went our separate ways. 

But there was one girl (the last one I was with) who was a major contributor to a lot of the destruction in my life in the last 10 years.  Not that I still wouldn't have self destructed without her, but keeping this girl in my life was like having my own private mine field, that I knew would explode as I ventured across it, yet kept moving forward amassing additional colateral damage along the way.

Now some people would say that choosing a go-go dancer from NJ to go out with is just looking for trouble, but I tried the other wholesome church goin', family oriented, child raisin', career focused girls and did not have much luck, so what the heck.  Little did I know then, that I was falling for the exotic dancer from hell.

Let's call this girl Blondie.  Why?  Because that's what she called herself.   When I asked her why she would name herself after a pop singer, she informed me that it was a term of endearment that her father called her when she was 3. That should have been my first clue to run for the hills.  I will probably be referring to her many times as I recount many of my natural disasters.  I served an 8 year self induced sentence with this girl, and have since cut the ties and remain alone as of this date.

Getting back to current events and the gambling chips referenced above......Blondie calls me today to tell me that she has happened upon a bag of $5 Tropicana Casino Poker Chips and wants to know if I will give her the money for the chips.  How she came upon this bag of chips is still not clear to me, but reveals that there are 25 of them.  Her offer to me is that she will give me all the chips if I can give her $75 cash.  I will let you know how this transaction turns out.  I am going over to her place tonight.

Let Me Ask A Question ?

Has anyone ever used Ashitaba?

It is some type of Japanese root that is prepared like a tea.

How do you prepare it, and is it beneficial ?

My Cartoon Analysts

I just realized , and have finally stumbled upon the blog of my one commenter.

I am honored to be viewed by a couple who I can only identify as residents of South Park.  Their depictions of themselves in that genre show me that they are not afraid to be real.

I enjoy reading their blog, and it is finally showing up on my clicker quite often.

Now I am experimenting on what I would look like as a South Park clone.  I don't have their artistic talent yet, but I am still drafting my look-a-like

Be back soon

Nothing Like A Good Cup Of Coffee

Upon waking up this Thursday, I find myself feeling better physically than I have in a long time. I don't get it.

I took two ambien (sleeping pills), and 6 percocet (pain killers).  I dread to think that this is what I need to feel good in the morning.

Well, I am going to the Racetrack again today, for the 4th day in a row.  Every day so far has seen my bankroll grow.  Not in huge leaps and bounds, but slowly.  I am still testing my Crystal Ball system and the only way for me to stay focused is to bet in small increments.  I tend to go off course if I bet large , and lose, and then I toss out any structured system that had me winning.

Gambling requires a mass amount of self control.  Probably why I don't drink alcohol while I gamble. 

You know, if anyone wants to comment on how boring or how interesting or how moronic, or how much waste of your time I am committing, please just say so in a comment.

One person actually commented , but I don't know who it was, so I can't have a conversation with that person.  I will always be nice.  I am notoriously nice, to a point where my last dollar will go to someone else but me.

But now that my son (21) has decided to move out of our home and go on his own, I am , for the first time in my life, living alone.  So if any other people live alone, and don't have a lot of friends, maybe you could tell me how to enhance my life.

Supposed to be in the upper 80's today , so the racetrack will have all of its charm out in full force.  Hey, c'mon people, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.  That is so true. Who said that? 

Since I am exposed to a lot of blogs on this BlogClicker thing, I see that 95% of all the blogs are trying to sell something.  So, if I find something to sell, I could list it in my blog like a classified ad?  And some of those blogs indicate that I could make thousands of dollars per week.  I would stop gambling if this was true.  I wonder if there is less risk and less dollar investment?

For today, I bid you farewell.  I am going to check the news to see how many earthquakes we experienced, how many people blew themselves up, how many media personalities committed suicide, and how many politicians lied to us and cheated on their mates. 

Anyone giving odds that one of those scenarios above is in the headlines? And I swear, I have not looked yet.

I Might Need Some Help

The one and only comment on by blog is that I should get some help.  If you read it, the author indicates that their remarks are of concern, and not to be construed as rude.
I can see how the author of the comment might think that I would react that way, but I want to assure the author that I take no offense, and that it is cool that you were so honest.

I think that counseling is just a means of paying someone to be your friend.  And if it is cost free counseling then I conclude that counseling is just a way of making friends that have the same problem.

Yet, in the end, we all know quite well that the end result of counseling is to have the patient take control of their own life.  So I will skip the counseling, and go for the ride.

And I can say that,  without clear thinking,  because I just returned from the Meadowlands Racetrack and have. for the 3rd consequetive day , had a profitable outcome.  So I am a little elated right now and I have those "maybe I can make a living at this" feeling again. 

I may need some help, but I will wait till I go to the Racetrack again tomorrow.  It is supposed to be 88 degrees.  I will enjoy the grandstand and the call of the races in a pleasant surrounding.

Don't Tease Me.....I Think I Finally Have The Answer

I was up for 6 hours last night testing and making simulated bets on the horses with a system that I have been searching for, for months.

Since most horse selection systems generally depend on a culmanation of facts about each horses past performance in previous races, and how they will predict the performance of each horse in the race they are entered in today, the selection one bets on is usually decided on how each individual bettor determines these stats.

I oppose this style of betting because of the statistic that dominates the racing industry year after year.  And that disturbing statistic is that the horse that the public (all the people who bet on the horses that day) selects to be the most dependable horse to win a particular race based on that horses past performances only wins 33% of the time.

This is a clear indication that the public does not know how to select a winner, but conversly , it does statistically verify that the public knows quite well how to pick the loser 67 % of the time.

My system conversly incorporates this statistic to allow me to capitalize on the horses that are beating the favorite (horses that are bet heavily to win by the public) , and turn the tables in my favor.  Using probability and statistics, I have developed a system that will generate a continuous income from betting on the horses.

It was like having a crystal ball today at the Meadowlands Racetrack, as I finally collected more cash at the window than I invested.       

I will test my system for 5 more days before I reveal it to the readers of my blog.

Finally, I might be able to avoid some natural disasters, and at the same time help others who might like to find and easy and fun way to make some cash.

No family to spend Easter with, so I will be at the track again tomorrow (if it is open) to see if I can profit again. Oh, today I made a $225 profit using my Crystal Ball system.

Check back tomorrow evening for my latest result. Perhaps I might have to rename my blog to something more positive.

The Horse Races on a Warm Spring Day

I am putting the finishing touches on this toy chest I created.  What do you think?

So, I went to the horse races instead of Atlantic City with my $621.

First, I stopped at All Star Limousine for a job application.

Then I traveled to Elizabeth, NJ to see if an old ex go-go girl girlfriend of mine could hook me up with one bone to smoke.  I was feeling a little sick and sometimes a little weed eases the pain. So, with my limited funds, I threw her $20 and we proceeded to 
a pick up spot.

I dread going anywhere with this girl because she hangs out with the dregs of life. On one occasion when I was helping her, I was mugged by one of her Latin King friends and sucker punched from behind in my face.  I was in the hospital for 5 days with a fractured orbit and jaw, and my mouth was wired shut for 44 days.  A lot of pain with a lot of percocet.

So I am always edgy now when I am near this girl.  I have a weapon with me at all times now, and I am prepared to use it in self defense.

The weed arrived and off we went to the Meadowlands Racetrack.  Even though it seems like the dregs of life hang out at the track, the open feeling of the arena, combined with the excitement of gambling, helps to release a lot of anxiety.

Being very scared of losing my only money, I was very frugal with my bets.  And it may be a man thing, but no matter how broke I am, I always pay for the girls food and drink, and I even let her bet $2 per rack so she was not bored.

By the end of my session, I had won enough to pay for the expense of being there and I was ready to get rid of the girl and go home.

I may go to Atlantic City today since it is warm again.  But they won't give me a comp room tonite so maybe not.