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P.S. Haha.... I just read this post and the last paragraph makes it sound like I'm not even feeding or giving water to the puppy. To clarify, I am not torturing the puppy into submission...for the analogy's sake, I am having a friend (Truman) deal directly with the puppy and I am receiving updates via test msg at fairly regular intervals ;)

I'm sure most of the people who read this blog have been following Paul in the LAPC. I have told him and a few others about my new strategy for dealing with the crazy ups and downs of railing him in a tournament. What has happened many times in the past is that I get really interested in the tournament from the get go; looking for online updates, bugging anyone there in person with text msgs, and thinking about it constantly. I know it's silly to get so invested so early on, I guess that is one of the reasons I am considered a "n00b", but it happens. Anyways, it is not beneficial for me because when I get that crushing text that reads "he's out", it is devastating.

So I have a new Paul Wasicka Is Playing A Tournament strategy/analogy. I will now look at the tournaments he plays in as a puppy that a roommate/parent/whoever has brought home. Sure the puppy is cute and I really want to hold him and cuddle with him but I won't allow it! What if, for some reason, the puppy has to go back? Maybe the person who brought him home discovers that they have allergies to puppies or that they are the devil and don't even really like puppies?! Then what? If I had allowed myself to grow attached to the puppy I would be very sad to see it go. Yet, had I waited a day or two, anticipating that my roommate was the devil and that they would inevitably realize they hate puppies, I would be much better off and not so crushed when the puppy had to go.

Analogy: I get overly attached to a poker tournament that Paul is playing in and then it is taken away from me and I am very sad...like with the puppy.

New Strategy: I will pretend that the puppy does not exist for at least three days. If after that amount of time the puppy is still around, I will acknowledge its presence and maybe teach it how to fetch.

Stupid Wind!

Thurs night I put out our recycling. I put it out at night because the recyclers come very early in the morning and I never get up in time. Our recycling bin was over flowing with boxes and cans and mail and whatnot because the peeps neglected to pick it up the previous week...I'm still not sure why.... Anyways, it was quite full.

I went to bed and woke up at 4:30 in the morning to a loud gust of wind. When I say loud, I mean Big Bad Wolf (I just read wolf's latest post!) trying to blow our house down kind of loud! I quickly remembered my recycling bin overly stuffed with paper products out on the street. I jumped out of bed, put my slippers on and dragged a half asleep Daisy with me outside to the curb. When I got there I found a half filled recycling bin. I searched as much as I could at 4:30 in the morning for my missing pizza boxes and red bull cans but no luck. Daisy was also not much help. I hauled the bin up to the garage and tucked it safely between the door and my truck hoping this would be enough of a wind breaker. I went back to bed.

Paul and I got up at 9:00 and as he was leaving for the airport I took the bin for it's second trip out to the curb. This time though, I was not going to let the stupid wind get the best of me. Before Paul got in the car to head off I had him grab a rock from the flower garden to place on the bin's lid. Paul made his way over to the bin with the big, heavy rock but seconds before he could get there the wind Gods caught us trying to be sneaky and blew a gusty blow knocking the bin over completely! So basically, what pieces of personal mail not already blowing around our neighborhood were now getting their shot. It was a sight to see. Me, Paul and Truman running around trying to scoop up whatever we could before it got away. The wind Gods must have been having a hearty laugh.

Okay so, I got my stuff picked up, rock on top, ready for the recyclers to come take the crap away. Yay. I left the house to run errands for the rest of the day and ended up at home around 4:00-4:30. I noticed that the rock was no longer on top of the bin and figured the peeps must have come and emptied it. I walked over and opened the lid only find all of my crap still inside. I was so mad!!! This means that this is the second week in a row that these guys have not done their job! As I hauled the bin back up the driveway I was thinking about what I would say when I called Western Disposal and yelled at them. I left the bin in the driveway because I was so pissed off. I headed for the front door.

Just as I pulled out my keys to open the door I heard a familiar grumbling coming from down the street. I turned to see what it was and coming down the street were the peeps. I put down everything I was holding in a heap on the stairs and ran for the bin. Unfortunately for me, I think it was near quitting time for these guys. They were hauling not only recyclables, but major ass! I made it only as far as the end of the driveway with my pitiful, half full bin of recycling before they were gone and on to the next house.

It was a terrible day for me and the recycling but there is always next Friday :)

Even though I was invited to interview for the PA program I think it's still going to be an up hill battle. I was just informed that I am to show up to the interview with a resume. This totally sucks and here is why.

1.) Since the time I graduated from High school I have attended 6 different colleges and have no degree to show for it. I have been going to school on and off for 10 years. What does this say about me as a potential candidate for a very sought after program? I would almost bet money that I will be the one and only candidate there without an Undergrad degree and who has gone to 6 different colleges in 3 different states.

2.) My job history. I do have 3 yrs of EMT experience but what the heck was I doing for the rest of those 7 years since high school? Let's see... I've worked in a ski shop, a hardware store, a toy store, a coffee shop, a restaurant, a fitness club and a gas station. Not exactly jumping off the page with awesomeness!

3.) Resumes want you to list skills, interests and achievements that weren't mentioned elsewhere. The thing is...I don't have any skills other than what I learned as an EMT. I'm not proficient with anything computer related, I'm not an accountant or coach or artist in my spare time. I have never won an award or been "honored" for anything. My interests are cooking, volleyball, softball, hiking and prairie dogs. All of which have nothing to do with being a successful candidate for the PA program.

This just totally sucks. Before I wrote my resume I had an idea that it wouldn't be that great. But now that I've written it, I am truly disheartened.