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Mood: Indecisive and suffering from insomnia

Dad called.... He wanted me to go to two different sportsbooks in town today (to compare the lines). Yes, I am my father's little bookie. *sigh* I didn't even leave my apartment today (as much as I wanted to). He wasn't too happy about that, but thank goodness he's not all that mad and understands that I'm feeling under the weather.

Unhappy father + Me = No Bueno

Dad's been gambling since I was born. No, seriously, he started gambling on sports when I was born. LOL. I'm not too sure what I think about that, but whatever. I grew up around it, I'm used to it. I used to take phone calls for Dad when I was younger and scribble messages that sounded like "two on the 49ers." I filled in line sheets and recorded wins and losses for extra spending money. Been around it my whole life, literally. Mom tried to keep me away from it, but what can I say? It's in my blood. I probably shouldn't have mentioned any of that, but oh well... The beauty of a blog.

He's been running really good lately. He mostly straight bets, but once in a while he'll put in a big parlay. Personally, I really don't like talking to him or being around him when he runs bad - he gets a little annoying.

Anyway, I brought up the subject of my moving to Los Angeles when my parents were in town last week. In a nutshell, they support me wholeheartedly (after making me explain in detail, my reasons for wanting to move). I really didn't expect that... I honestly expected them to call me crazy and tell me to stay put. Then again, they didn't call me crazy when I moved to Vegas on a heartbroken whim. And now that I'm thinking about it, they didn't even try to stop me. Hmm... SMH

The second thing out of Dad's mouth after his show of support?

"Do they allow sportsbetting in California? Please check on that right away."

*sigh* The life of the daughter of a gambler.