tampa's "short skirt" trades...

I can’t speak for you, but about an hour before the market opens my heart begins to beat faster, pure adrenalin rushes through my veins, and the excitement of it all nearly overwhelms me.

I suppose that there are any number of ways to deal with excess emotions, but like many traders, I eat.

And that’s where the trouble began.

By 8:15 this morning I had finished last night’s Chinese take-out that I had left sitting on my desk overnight. I followed that with a half-dozen jelly donuts, a quart of milk, a Snickers Bar, two or three handfuls of stale chips, and four cups of coffee.

I don’t know what the problem was – maybe I’m just getting old – but it didn't agree with me, if you know what I mean. Right before the market opened this morning, I threw up all over my keyboard. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to trade as much as the next guy, but typing in orders on a vomit covered keyboard is not the best way to start the trading day.

It looks like I missed a ton of good trades again, but I’m still sick as a dog – maybe I’ll feel better this afternoon.

 

Sorry you are sick Tampa......but ROFLMAO

 

May I assume that you are "cathy" of "bobcatgy"?

I draw that conclusion based upon the fact that only a female would find humor in this tragic tale. I pour my heart out, and you find it funny.

(Women - I'll never figure them out!)

 

Yes, you are right Tampa.....all women are evil.......LOL

 

Why won’t Woodie say good morning to me?

If you read this “journal” you know that I don’t have a lot to look forward to during the trading day. Every morning I sit here breathlessly awaiting Woodie’s arrival in the room. As soon as he shows up, I type in: Good Morning Woodie, complete with a smiley face. Of course any number of others do as well.

Every morning Woodie says: “Good Morning Susan, Good Morning r7, Good Morning Gio (God how that woman bugs me), and Good Morning to everybody I missed.”

How the hell could he “miss” me? I’m always ahead of the others. Why won’t Woodie say good morning to me? He says good morning to all of his “pets”. What am I? Chopped liver? It’s giving me a complex – maybe even effecting my trading (yeah, that’s the ticket).

Or do you think I’m being to “sensitive”?

And you know what else bugs me? earlinarizona. Earl moderates every morning before the market opens. He’s a nice guy, never stole a freight train. But he starts most every sentence with: But again – EVEN IF HE NEVER SAID ANYTHING BEFORE ABOUT THE THING HE’S TALKING ABOUT NOW!!! The guy is driving me bonkers, bonkers I tell you! Between you and me., I think it’s beginning to effect my trading.

 

nevvamind Gio and earl and all the rest................... itz that fookin cat whats the cause of all your problems

put it DOWN !

 

"The market place can humble a man unlike most any other – with the possible exception of his own home. The truth be known, I am in what is referred to as a drawdown – the twenty-third year of a drawdown."


Pretty funny imitating a hypothetical losing trader. LOL

That last post by Tampa had me rolling on the ground with laughter.

 

Sometimes I feel so stupid – really, really stupid.

Last month I hid our brokerage statement under the hood of the car. She (the wife) found it. Why? Because she changes the oil to save money.

The month before, I hid it under a cushion on the couch. She found it while looking for change to buy groceries with. Yesterday I hid in my laundry basket – as I mentioned, she stopped doing my laundry shortly after I began trading. How was I to know that she sprays the basket with disinfectant to hold the smell down?

I was beside myself – no matter where I hide the damn thing, she finds it, and I pay the price. Screeching and screaming. Pulling tufts of her hair out. Throwing things, punching holes in the walls – it’s not a pretty sight.

But then it dawns on me. Like a revelation from on high. The one place I can safely hide the sucker. The one place she never, never goes – the drawer where she keeps her sexy see-through lingerie!!! She hasn’t cracked that drawer in probably twenty, no make that twenty-three years. And unless this CCI thing works, she’ll go to her grave without opening it.

You know, sometimes I feel very smart – very, very smart.

 

Lots of luck! But I'm sure it will be funny, though!

 

Hey Tampa

How was your cci day?

I stunk bad today worst day in weeks

Hope you did better

Woodie doesn't say good morning to me either if that makes you feel any better ....