So I spent my Sunday painting my bedroom by myself. I have turned my hideous country blue into a “dark chocolate love cave” as my husband puts it. I felt like I was painting chocolate milk on my walls. Yoohoo. At least now when I am sipping chocolate milk in my bedroom, and my husband makes me laugh, I can snort it out my nose with very little cleanup! And it only took me four years! Now onto the other 9 rooms…
I finally broke down and visited our lovely casino. Used to be ‘Indian Bingo” and now it’s an official Casino. I’m always shocked at the fullness of the parking lot, even at odd times, like Thursday mornings (?). I lived in lovely Las Vegas for almost three years, so imagine my suprise at what I found inside! I must preface by saying they are doing these beautiful large additions to the outside, with all kinds of natural stone and interesting angles, and a large 10-story hotel. However, the inside was disgusting. Cheap carpet and so smoky it looked like they were pumping it in for effect. The best part was that, after trudging through all that smoke with our hands over our mouths, we come upon glass doors announcing – “TA-DA!” – the NON smoking room! too bad you have to get emphysema before you get there….
In Las Vegas, everyone is laughing and having fun and its one big party. In West Siloam Springs, Oklahoma, no one is smiling. everyone needs botox and nicorette. and they stare at you with sunken eyes and frowns as you walk by them, like the undead that are using the rent money to try to double it. very sad.
even more sad – someone that just TWO HOURS before had asked me how they could get the donated school supplies from the Manna Center were there at the casino. i didn’t let them see me, because i don’t think i could have hidden that look of disappointment and judgement on my face. but wow. poor kids.
Teach your children well,
Their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you’ll know by.
That song just popped into my head. Interesting. more to come….
Chocolate Brown sounds fun! Are you using an accent color?
Isn’t that aggravating when you see folks at the casino spending money they need to be using on their poor children? Sometimes I think there not poor people just people who chose to spend their money differently. Although, Randy used to be a craps player. He said he won the best prize ever there– me. Long story…
Debbie -
Yes, it will be accented with dark red/burgandy. He TOLD me that long story while idling away the hours at Chuck E Cheese…lol
I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with gambling if you have a little “extra” money, but geez, if you can’t afford pencils and a backpack for your kids, STAY AWAY! that’s just me….
No, not Chuck’s – Fun City – whatever…
Hey… it’s been a while.
Deanna I love you even more now that I’ve read this post. My experience with walking into the casino for the first time (I’ve been once) went EXACTLY how you described it. The first person I saw was a 75 year old balding guy on a oxygen tank with a … wait for it … cigarette sticking on his lip! Sunken eyes, not smiling, sitting in front of his nickle slot of doom. My first thought was “oh great! when this man explodes, we can all die and go to hell together!” lol
I meant twice. I’ve been there twice. The first time in the old days, once in the new days. And I think that too, Thursday morning 9 am, REALLY!?