that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


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Someone once told me that to be a successful person, both in life and love and all our desires, we need to be able to humble ourselves.

This is me humbling myself.

I wasn’t planning on posting this because it is basically horrifically embarassing, but it’s been over 3 days now and I am still in shock so I figure, it is worth telling.

On Friday (last week) I took my road test to get rid of my ‘N’ (novice in graduated licensing for all you non-BCers). It was a long time coming but I submitted to the fact that I, unlike most people, maxed out on my ‘N’ and it expires in a month so I had to get rid of it. Who has the darn thing for 5 years? Me. Anyways, after driving a flawless (thank you, thank you) road test, I was in the Service BC office doing some mumbo-jumbo paperwork in order to be issued my new, adult-esque restriction-less license.

So I am standing there, my feet on both ‘paws’, getting my picture taken. After she took it, the lady was humming and hawing over my photo. I looked at her and asked her if it turned out ok. I kid you not, this is what she said:

“Well I really like your picture, but there is a big shiny spot on your fore head. You are smiling and the colour is good but you have a massive shiny spot, it looks white.”

I looked at her and said I didn’t care. It’s just a license and the pictures are horrible anyways and the only person who is going to see it is the police (she didn’t think that was very funny at all).

She responds, 100% seriously,

“Can’t you just wipe off your forehead? Yea. Just wipe it. Really good cause it looks like you have a lot on there.”

Hello? Sure I can wipe the massive amount of loudly-spoken-for-in-a-public-office oil off of my forehead.

“Good that would be great…” snap, another picture…”hmm, sorry, that didn’t solve your problem. I guess people are just naturally oily.”

I guess so.

What?! Maybe it’s time for a new foundation… stupid M.A.C.

But hey… if it’s natural, I am glad that the license issuer took it upon her self to point it out to me. I am blaming it on my Holenstein genes.

I digress.