P.S.

If anyone has advice, like, um, what she should write about, feel free to send those ideas in.

Slight Change in Plans

How much can you cram into one day before you collapse?

Poker Chick's sick sense of humor must have caused her to ask that question in her subconscious. The whole full-time job mom thing, clearly not challenging enough. No, no.
Today, she went to work early. As if that wasn't enough she was also services by 7:45 am. By 9am she had already eaten gotten to work, cleaned out her inbox, and formally grieved for her mother.

At 3pm she finally at something. At 6pm, having had a very busy day, did she go home? No.
She went to class. Yes, class. For some inexplicable reason, Poker Chick has taken it upon herself to add learning how to write a screenplay into her already overflowing life. Who needs sleep?

Smart peeps who can read between the lines will notice that this leaves little time for blogging.
So writing time will have to be re-focused for a bit. At least while the first draft of a screenplay starts coming together. And we all know screenwriting is the de rigeur job loss backup plan. Some prepare their resumes just in case. Poker Chick is going to prepare a screenplay.

This means you are all faced with a decision:

1. Suffer Poker Chick withdrawal for some time OR
2. Be forced to read random scenes in lieu of blog entries and offer constructive criticsm.

Pick your poison, please.

Trimming the Fat

We're going on a diet. Poker Chick is disgusted with herself these days, and how accustomed she has gotten to the excess. Sure, it's convenient. Yes, it's wonderful and luxurious to indulge. It starts out innocent enough. A little here and a little there. But you add up the little bit of carelessness each day and it's doing major damage. So, like many Americans, Poker Chick has made a resolution.

That's right. No more cabs unless it's absolutely necessary. Every day she will repeat to herself: "Public transportation is practical and economical."

It's time to put this wallet on a diet.

Under The Weather

The signs were all there.

She came home Friday a weepy, emotional mess. Skipped dessert and went to bed early. Then she even slept later than usual. The realization that something was wrong hit when she came home from ballet on Saturday afternoon and took a nap. And this girl never naps. Not only did she sleep for over an hour, but she napped intentionally, crawling into bed without so much as a word.

Yep, Poker Chick's sick, all right.

Fortunately, mini was all set to help her feel better. "I'm gonna give you a medicine hug momma, as soon as I finish pooping!" she exclaimed.

Aaah, mini.

Cough.

Sneeze.

An Impossible Request

We realize Poker Chick is asking for the moon here, but if anyone has a Passover dessert recipe that somehow contains no eggs, no nuts, no sesame, no soy, and (obviously), no flour, she would really really really appreciate it!