Psychobabble Wall of Shame
Dateline: By now, from reading Overheard, Pt.1, Pt.2., you know I’m working away at the Professional Bull Riders Rock Bar. I’m on a barstool slugging back coffee and tapping my laptop, surrounded by partiers who are not in Las Vegas to edit a manuscript. Periodically, one of them whacks me on the back and tells me to stop with the laptop, that Vegas is for partying. As the night continues and my ‘friends’ drink and drink, those whacks are harder and harder. I order a glass of iced wine to numb the friendly encouragement.
To make sense of the More >
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Second night in the Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Go to Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas, Get a Grip, Pt. 5 for the particulars on this den of Vegas revelry. For now, on this second night, let’s just say, the Judy Dench Vegas woman, me, perched at the bar slugging back coffee and pinging keys on my laptop—is slightly out-of-sync with the crowd. The line for the More >
There’s a nutjob in every crowd. If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob.
Remember the Basic Self—Pseudo Self dilemma? For most of us, when we are teens, we are willing to devote much of our money, time, and energy on our appearance or Pseudo Self. For most of us, the percentage we are willing to give up to More >
Post in progress.
Well, the Hilton Resort at Cabo San Lucas has fired the first shot. He has emailed all guests for the week between Christmas and New Years with the latest rules on lounge chair use. And they’re tough. Since I have been known to embellish, I must mention that I am not making this up. I will provide the rules as a link in the actual post so that you can see how stress and despair can infiltrate the most protected asylums of peace.
Stress. Anxiety. Stress Management. Psychology. Therapy Online. Anxiety Management. Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Oh, what More >
Banned in Vegas, The Road Rage Tour
Dateline: International Branch Office in the Las Vegas Paris Sports and Race Book. I just won $2.40 on a horse named “BR’s Funny Money.” Initials of maiden name? BR. I had to bet. Even My Sister the Baptist couldn’t pass up that kind of omen.
Set-up: To withstand the horrors of what follows, you need to read Banned in Vegas, Episode One.
Here we are in Vegas, my friend, Janie on her rented red scooter.
Dateline: Las Vegas Branch Office in the Paris Hotel Race and Sports Book.
You’ve heard about the awesome high rollers banned in Las Vegas? The wise guys banned for counting cards or using some other complicated system at the Blackjack tables? The just too famous for their own good celebrities banned for their wild antics?
Well, turns out, getting banned in Vegas is not as nearly as hard as those celebrities make it sound.
In fact, with the help of my friend (Let’s call her Janie) I, too, was able to achieve “banned in Vegas” status.
Anxiety. (That word is a plant. The guy who helps me with More >
Money, the “Seven Days in Florence Incident”
A friend of mine passed away two years ago today. She was eighty-four and a millionaire many times over. Those are two important numbers. 84 years. 12,000,000 dollars.
T was my wealthy friend and because of her, I enjoyed many a treat beyond my economic reach—the use of a condominium, including endless room service, atop the classiest hotel in Dallas, charity balls to hear celebrity bands, and postcards and tales of her world travels. T knew about every culture and every religion in the world. She read extensively and had a curious mind.
But when it More >