I love thunderstorms, but I hate the rain! Don’t you ever wake up and look out your window, look outside and take in the beautiful sunny day? I didn’t have the pleasure of that today. All I get to do is sing, “Rain, rain go away come again another day, little Jenny wants to play rain oh rain oh go away!” To say the least, it just makes me appreciate the dry Las Vegas weather a lot more. Viva Las Vegas right? Well…now it’s Viva Dela-Where!

Last night was certainly an off night for me. I finished watching some of my guilty pleasures on T.V. I’m so addicted to reality television! Man, do I love those marathons sometimes. Anyways, around 1 am, my mom was upstairs sleeping and I heard my little dog, Icey barking like crazy all around the house. You see, she’s normally a quiet dog, she’ll have a little tough girl bark here and there when she sees a big dog walk by the house, but she was going off the wall. So, it struck me as a surprise and I left my T.V. room to see what the commotion was. I turned on the front door light and she immediately went to the side of my house continuing to bark hysterically. I walk over to towards that direction to turn on the spotlights. I look outside and I completely freeze. There’s a man staring into our house. I’ve experienced a lot of “crazy” things, but it’s nothing like looking outside and seeing someone standing within trees and staring into your house. As soon as he spotted me he ran off. Oh my god! This was just completely terrifying! I think I just stood there like a complete vegetable for a few seconds until I ran upstairs frantically and my mother called the police.

The county police arrived promptly within 3 minutes and came in almost like a parade. Three police cars parked in front of my house, as one circulated the area. Two police come to the door and wow, one was really hot! What is it about a man in uniform especially arriving to save two damsels in distress? Anyways, they question me and my mother. Unfortunately, they couldn’t question Icey because I can tell, she had a lot to say! She got a better look of the creep then I did. I just saw a taller man in dark clothing before my mind went blank. So, after talking with the police for a few minutes, mostly about poker and Vegas, they kept watch on my house and the neighborhood. Fortunately, we have an alarm system and we lock up securely at night, but wow was that alerting! On to some lighter topics…

In yesterday’s blog I wrote a response to a MySpacer named Wendy about what my favorite WPT event was to play in. I mentioned Bahamas because it carries a pretty funny memory that I shared with my parents. After I got knocked out of the tournament, I chartered a deep sea fishing boat. We arrived at the pier and were out at sea and trolling for anything we could get our lines caught with! I really really wanted to catch a marlin. I don’t care if it was blue, or white, but I wanted one really bad. We were getting hits all day but were completely disappointed when we realized we weren’t skilled enough to react at the time of the hit. As the day passed of just a bunch of failed attempts at a wonderful moment, we were told to pull up the lines and stop trolling to head back in. Stop?! All I could think is, “Are you kidding me?!” I was determined! I was going to catch my big fish! So after everyone had their lines up, little determined me, savored any second I could. To my surprise, and I think to everyone else’s, I get a strike! I react quickly and WHOA it’s hooked! I start getting too overly girl excited and start repeating, “Oh my god! Oh my god! I got a monster!” Wow, it was some hard work, reeling that big thing in. As I’m waiting for a spectacular site of a beautiful exotic fish to come sailing out of the ocean and twirling in the air, my arms are about ready to fall off and I’m begging for my father, or the first mate to help reel this giant in. “Why aren’t they strapping me in the chair?” I thought to myself, however, I continue with the ferocious tug of war battle and as the fish gets closer to the boat, I see the first mate and the captain let out a smile, a giggle. They’re laughing at me. What? I mean…I’m working my butt off to get this huge fish boated and now I see why they weren’t making a big fuss of my struggle. The fish comes to the surface and it looks like a freaking bass. It’s a 8 or 9 lb grouper. Yes, my friends, my spectacular moment of thinking I am boating a 150 lb fish turns out to be a huge embarrassment. Especially after my over dramatic commentary as I’m pulling the thing up, “It’s a monster, it’s a monster!” Oh, I got it alright, monster laughs and giggles at me from my parents and the first mate! So…I thought I’d share my little deep sea fishing experience with you all! Don’t worry, you won’t find me in any competitions soon, I’ll stick to poker. However, you should see the chain of pictures my mother took of the struggle I had with the “monster fish” and then finally when it was boated the true face of embarrassment. To my defense though, groupers do have rather large bucket mouths and while trolling the friction of the water with the fish and open mouth gives it an extra hard fight. Okay, maybe not…but, I’m going to stick with that argument!

I’ve received a lot of questions on MySpace from more of you guys, and I’ll post them and respond in another blog. Thanks so much for reading and please, whatever you do…don’t stare into my windows! One creepy experience in my life is enough!