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Probability and Mathematics

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I have struggled with how to properly tell you about this conversation that I had with my Dad.  Mainly because he TOTALLY went over my head, but was SO excited, all I could do was smile and nod.

So…my Dad enjoys casinos.  He likes to play cards.  He shoots craps (is it crap or craps?).   I wouldn’t say he is a big gambler, I think he likes the energy of the action.   I know in a previous post I told you about the time when we were on the Tom Joyner Fantastic Voyage cruise and at about 4AM, I strolled through the casino and my Dad and Juvenile (yes, the rapper..Juvey) were shooting crap(s) together and chopping it up.  Anyway, we took my Dad to the new MGM National Harbor casino the other day.  Wooooweee!!! NICE!   My Dad wasn’t too excited because the tables have high minimum bet amounts, but he wanted to check it out.  Usually, I take him to Dover, Delaware or Maryland Live.  He likes Dover, isn’t thrilled with Maryland Live and is not interested in the new spot in Baltimore.  So, MGM here we come.  Fifteen minutes from the crib.  GOLDEN!!!

While my Dad was at the crap(s) table,  my Mom and I went to dinner, checked out the casino, the theater and did some people watching.  The Voltaggio Brothers have a steak house there.  I LOVE the Voltaggio brothers.   Hmm Hmm Hmm.    Anywhoo…he gambled for a few hours and we headed back home.  When we left, my Dad said it was OK, but he couldn’t bet the way he wanted, because of the minimum amounts, etc.  He liked MGM but said he would rather continue to go to Dover.  OK, Daddy…no problem

This is where this post goes RAIN MAN.

The next morning, Dad called me and Mom into the dining room and proceeded to tell us that he WANTS to go back to MGM and make that his spot.  He continued telling us that he stayed up and calculated the distance in miles from the house to each of the casinos, the average amount of gas, amount of time on the road, amount of time gambling and factored in the minimum bet amounts with the amount of cash necessary to gamble the way he likes.  He announced that MGM is it, he will just have to change his betting calculations and strategy.  But most importantly, HE WON!!!   BOOM!

The rest of the conversation went just like this:

Daddy:  See….it’s all about probability and mathematics.

Me:  looking directly at my dad, smiling and thinking to myself  – I wonder if Bed, Bath & Beyond has any new comforters?

Daddy:  See….when I am at the table….boomdicddlyboocat. Sctaeddimreladshdl.  Yeahdf;pdrhd….ooooscatdodobyoduf.  TDboetrkloslikg!  You see, when I throw a /#^gRT#F^ADF#&s, I know that..$Bbbodm dddiddddidldy ddeee ddifdley dee..  %d54TGR^#$frg$T536t.  Tevgr365234-sdtyjned50d.  Scat cat diddly dat boom didddly pdiddy doo!

Me: I want a really exotic colorful comforter and comforter cover.

Daddy:  When you bet the 4 & 8 or the 6 & 9, datscat…dr4 olvn7779311 dfnda[fvm ae.  Sumeffgnfgld. bwahD.re digjja’ d!     3%ERgGDte0jq543[-jn g44etmqwt4!!

Me:  hmmmm…maybe all white. Yeah…all white will be hot!!

Daddy:  My calculations determine that dacte ra dfjaw b feurndrundmc fentroa .   ddillly laserfafdnf l.e.   R%#$^^yU, UferefdteEreF$$$$%gadtrj.   bodmr ervbidddly bee bompg boopbnamdj fipbip. E$ a=[q-02i5j-hrwe9jgn3v-tokq32-[vjtkmr.

Me:  Oh yeah, I have a BUNCH of those Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons that I can use.  Yeah, I need to find my purse

Daddy:  So, baby I think I want to go back next week.

Me:  OK Daddy, that works for me.  No problem

Mom:  Mel, you ready to eat.

Daddy:  Yeah, I’m hungry.

ROFL….check out the emoji’s below and the comment section.

Going vegetarian…well…

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It’s Memorial Day weekend and, of course, cookouts and cookout food is priority number one. So…this morning, my Mom went grocery shopping.  She loves Eastern Market!!  She came home with all sorts of stuff.  And then…

Mom:  Hey baby, did you know that Tom Brady and Gizelle are vegetarians?

Dad:  WHO?

Mom:  You know the football player and his wife, the model.

Dad:  Ummm, No..I didn’t know that.

Mom:  I read that they are vegetarian 80% of the time.  I think we should try that too.  We eat a lot of vegetables and I’ve read that it is so much healthier.  I went to the market and got some gooood stuff.   Mel, this cantaloupe is gonna be good!!

Dad:  You want us to be Brady and Jasmine??

Mom:  GIZELLE.   We can try it out…why not?  I’ve got some good recipes.  I think this will be really good.  And, it will give us some new things to try.

ME:  (hands on my head)

Dad: (head hanging, chuckling)  OK Baby

LATER THIS AFTERNOON / EARLY EVENING

Mom is in the kitchen.  She usually cooks dinner on Sundays.  She is doing her THANG!!! Daddy comes in the kitchen right after me.

Dad:  Something smells good Baby.  What’s for dinner?

Mom:  Pork chops & gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and mixed vegetables.

(My Dad walks with a walker.  He STOPPED in the middle of the kitchen)

Mom:  And I made some GOOOOD  sangria with those berries from the market..

Dad:  HUH?  You said we were gonna be vegetarians???

Mom:  Well, I said they do it 80% of the time.  We gonna start Tuesday.  Besides, pigs eat vegetables.

(My Dad looks at me…and makes the crazy sign around the side of his head with his finger and then to my Mom)

Mom:  I see you Melvin!!!!!  Go sit your a** down!!  Dinner is almost ready.

OH EM GEE!!!!!!   WHAT is going on??  She was SERIOUS!!!!  So, I guess we will be vegetarian starting Tuesday.

People been…

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My folks have been quiet lately.  Since I announced that I have created and published my blog, I was beginning to think that they were now, all of sudden, shy.  Yup, they knew I would post their words and antics to FB, but I thought that they were now editing themselves.  LOL

Oh. How. I. Was. Wrong.

So…this morning at breakfast, we are doing our usual check-in.  Daddy reading the newspaper (my Dad reads the entire paper every day) and Mom eating berries.

Me:  June 8th is my Grandparents wedding anniversary (I talk about them often.  I never met them, since they both passed when my Daddy was a child…but I feel SO connected to them)

Daddy:  What year was it again?

Me:  1932

Mom:  You know…(pause)…people been screwing a lonnnng time!!

BOOM – Breakfast conversation takes a turn!!

What do I always say?  I can’t make….