A Psychologist on the Loose
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Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Dateline: Las Vegas Paris Sportsbook International Branch Office. Just put my twenty on my team to win over 59 games this season. Usually, I put my twenty on them to win the pennant. Odds 500 to 1. I’m pretty sure the bet taker doesn’t even register my bet. The cashier merely winks at his co-workers and pockets the money. But this time I could bet only on them winning 59 out of 162 games. Happy Dance.
Loyalty is not about winning. Or depending on others, including family, to make you feel like a winner.
Stress. Bizarre Things Overheard in Las Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.6
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
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 >
Stress. Can a Person Really Change? The Teapot Incident, Part 2 of 2
Stress. Can a Person Really Change? Part 2 of 2
Dateline: The Mon Ami Gabi Restaurant in the Paris, Las Vegas. On a break from horseraces nearby and now stressed like crazy. How did that happen? Well, the hostess here in Mon Ami Gabi has jumped inside my head and made my body go into a stress reaction. Here’s what she did to cause my stress. Okay, I’ll admit I don’t fit the slinky evening gown glamour that used to be Vegas, but the young lady didn’t have to frown as I stepped up to the hostess stand dragging my computer More >
Can a Person Change, Really? “The Teapot Incident,” Part 1 of 2
Dateline: Racebook at the Paris in Las Vegas. If you ever have a big project to do that requires hours of concentration and organization, I’d recommend this place. Picture a huge room with forty flat televisions. Across the front is a double layer of theater size babies. Every screen shows a different live sporting event. During the day these are mostly horse races. Now, here’s the good part (not that watching twelve horse races at once isn’t terrific fun, cause it is), the seating is made up of long rows of private carols each with its own screen which you can More >
The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress, Get a Grip, Part 2
The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress. Get a Grip, Part 2
Dateline: North Austin Medical Center. Not my second home yet. But close to being my second DFW Airport.
Set-up: To bring you up to speed, check the Banquet of Consequences.
So, I’m in the office of the gastro-enterologist. He’s showing me pictures of the ulcers in my esophagus and stomach. (Professional driver. Do not try this at home.) I lean in and brightly ask, “Didn’t you mean to say that a very tiny percentage of people end up with a fatal self-inflicted pizza bomb?”
That’s when he started thumbing through medical books to provide me More >
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress. Get a Grip, Part 1
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress.One
Dateline: Threadgill’s International Branch Office. Chatting with Eddie Wilson, the man who set up Willie Nelson’s First Fourth of July Picnic. At a later time, I’ll address the mental and physical reminders of that spectacular event. We could start with a study of the effects of second-hand pot smoke. But, it was Willie’s party.
Set-up: “Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Well, here I am at the banquet of consequences and I write about it, because, alas, I am not alone. (Here’s where you take a look in the mirror, or at More >
If You Can’t Find the Nutjob, You Are the Nutjob! Stress.
Dateline: Center Stage, HEB Grocery Store, There’s a woman over there. I think has escaped from somewhere.
Set-up: After buying supplies (Must read Nutjob, Part 1, to know exactly the list.) I stop at the end of the checkers counter and prepare to re-bag my groceries. You do that, right?
Because, you know how willy-nilly these baggers can be with their youth and devil-may-care attitude. Kids today.
That’s okay though. I don’t mind re-doing the job at the end of the counter next to the real bagger guy who isn’t, at this point, exactly my friend. (I think it had something to do More >