I can’t believe that I’m 8 years removed from high school and now on the wrong half of the 20s.  I’m not going to say that I’m disappointed with where I’m at, but I had higher aspirations.  That’s alright though.  There isn’t much that I have to complain about.  For the most part, I’m pretty content.  I’m certainly a dinosaur compared to most of the poker players out there, but I still have plenty of youth in me.  I don’t have any resemblance to an old nit and probably won’t for quite a while.  There’s plenty of gamble circulating throughout the body that I reside.

Hailey and I went to the zoo yesterday.  I hadn’t been in about a decade when I went with youth group to Santa Barbara.  It’s one of those events that changes a lot when you’re no longer a child.  Lets start and finish for that matter with the giraffes.  It didn’t have anything to do with height or that there was a baby giraffe walking about why they were so popular on Sunday.  It was for far more immature reasons.  Mr. Giraffe had a mission to accomplish and Mrs. Giraffe didn’t want anything to do with it.  That didn’t stop him from trying time and again.  Hailey and I were on the rail that didn’t have an available place to stand while Mr. Giraffe failed to enter Mrs. Giraffe every few minuts for about an hour.  We couldn’t help but root for him a little bit.  He was very determined, but she was as well.  In the end, Mrs. Giraffe stood tall and ate some celebatory hay.

When we got back, Hailey and I played Rummy 500 for a couple hours.  We had a really interesting hand that left me speechless.  Hailey held (1) Ace, I held (1) Ace and there was (2) Ace in the discarded pile.  She couldn’t scoop since she didn’t have a discard, so she had to draw.  The drew an 8 which obviously played and discarded an Ace to end the game.  It was sooo weird!