Betting Different Horse Kind : Betting Stake : Spread Betting For Beginners.
Betting Different Horse Kind
- betting
- (bet) maintain with or as if with a bet; "I bet she will be there!"
- The act of gambling money on the outcome of a race, game, or other unpredictable event
- dissipated: preoccupied with the pursuit of pleasure and especially games of chance; "led a dissipated life"; "a betting man"; "a card-playing son of a bitch"; "a gambling fool"; "sporting gents and their ladies"
- (bet) stake: the money risked on a gamble
- horse
- provide with a horse or horses
- Provide (a person or vehicle) with a <em>horse</em> or <em>horses</em>
- solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped domesticated since prehistoric times
- a padded gymnastic apparatus on legs
- kind
- Having or showing a friendly, generous, and considerate nature
- Used in a polite request
- a category of things distinguished by some common characteristic or quality; "sculpture is a form of art"; "what kinds of desserts are there?"
- (of a consumer product) Gentle on (a part of the body)
- having or showing a tender and considerate and helpful nature; used especially of persons and their behavior; "kind to sick patients"; "a kind master"; "kind words showing understanding and sympathy"; "thanked her for her kind letter"
- agreeable, conducive to comfort; "a dry climate kind to asthmatics"; "the genial sunshine";"hot summer pavements are anything but kind to the feet"
This book by King Yao, author of the widely-acclaimed Weighing the Odds in Hold ’em Poker, should be used as a guideline to sports betting rather than a blueprint. The sports betting market changes and adapts quickly. The underlying principles shown in this book should help you adapt and continue to make good bets even when the market changes.
This book is for you if you want to think analytically about sports betting. It is for you if you do not want to be spoon-fed supposed winners, but want to get some ideas to improve your game. You battle bookmakers and line makers constantly; betting sports is a game of maneuvers and adjustments. You can use as many weapons as possible in this continuous fight. This book should help in that regard.
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I finally came unhinged in the dentist’s office — one of those ritzy pediatric practices tricked out with comic books, DVDs and arcade games — where I’d taken my 3-year-old daughter for her first exam. Until then, I’d held my tongue. I’d smiled politely every time the supermarket-checkout clerk greeted her with ”Hi, Princess”; ignored the waitress at our local breakfast joint who called the funny-face pancakes she ordered her ”princess meal”; made no comment when the lady at Longs Drugs said, ”I bet I know your favorite color” and handed her a pink balloon rather than letting her choose for herself. Maybe it was the dentist’s Betty Boop inflection that got to me, but when she pointed to the exam chair and said, ”Would you like to sit in my special princess throne so I can sparkle your teeth?” I lost it.
”Oh, for God’s sake,” I snapped. ”Do you have a princess drill, too?”
She stared at me as if I were an evil stepmother.
”Come on!” I continued, my voice rising. ”It’s 2006, not 1950. This is Berkeley, Calif. Does every little girl really have to be a princess?”
My daughter, who was reaching for a Cinderella sticker, looked back and forth between us. ”Why are you so mad, Mama?” she asked. ”What’s wrong with princesses?”
Diana may be dead and Masako disgraced, but here in America, we are in the midst of a royal moment. To call princesses a ”trend” among girls is like calling Harry Potter a book. Sales at Disney Consumer Products, which started the craze six years ago by packaging nine of its female characters under one royal rubric, have shot up to $3 billion, globally, this year, from $300 million in 2001. There are now more than 25,000 Disney Princess items. ”Princess,” as some Disney execs call it, is not only the fastest-growing brand the company has ever created; they say it is on its way to becoming the largest girls’ franchise on the planet.
Meanwhile in 2001, Mattel brought out its own ”world of girl” line of princess Barbie dolls, DVDs, toys, clothing, home decor and myriad other products. At a time when Barbie sales were declining domestically, they became instant best sellers. Shortly before that, Mary Drolet, a Chicago-area mother and former Claire’s and Montgomery Ward executive, opened Club Libby Lu, now a chain of mall stores based largely in the suburbs in which girls ages 4 to 12 can shop for ”Princess Phones” covered in faux fur and attend ”Princess-Makeover Birthday Parties.” Saks bought Club Libby Lu in 2003 for $12 million and has since expanded it to 87 outlets; by 2005, with only scant local advertising, revenues hovered around the $46 million mark, a 53 percent jump from the previous year. Pink, it seems, is the new gold.
Even Dora the Explorer, the intrepid, dirty-kneed adventurer, has ascended to the throne: in 2004, after a two-part episode in which she turns into a ”true princess,” the Nickelodeon and Viacom consumer-products division released a satin-gowned ”Magic Hair Fairytale Dora,” with hair that grows or shortens when her crown is touched. Among other phrases the bilingual doll utters: ”Vamonos! Let’s go to fairy-tale land!” and ”Will you brush my hair?”
As a feminist mother — not to mention a nostalgic product of the Grranimals era — I have been taken by surprise by the princess craze and the girlie-girl culture that has risen around it. What happened to William wanting a doll and not dressing your cat in an apron? Whither Marlo Thomas? I watch my fellow mothers, women who once swore they’d never be dependent on a man, smile indulgently at daughters who warble ”So This Is Love” or insist on being called Snow White. I wonder if they’d concede so readily to sons who begged for combat fatigues and mock AK-47s.
More to the point, when my own girl makes her daily beeline for the dress-up corner of her preschool classroom — something I’m convinced she does largely to torture me — I worry about what playing Little Mermaid is teaching her. I’ve spent much of my career writing about experiences that undermine girls’ well-being, warning parents that a preoccupation with body and beauty (encouraged by films, TV, magazines and, yes, toys) is perilous to their daughters’ mental and physical health. Am I now supposed to shrug and forget all that? If trafficking in stereotypes doesn’t matter at 3, when does it matter? At 6? Eight? Thirteen?
On the other hand, maybe I’m still surfing a washed-out second wave of feminism in a third-wave world. Maybe princesses are in fact a sign of progress, an indication that girls can embrace their predilection for pink without compromising strength or ambition; that, at long last, they can ”have it all.” Or maybe it is even less complex than that: to mangle Freud, maybe a princess is sometimes just a princess. And, as my daughter wants to know, what’s wrong with that?
The rise of the Disney princesses reads like a fairy tale itself, with Andy Mooney, a for
Old Timers’ Idaho Road Trip
June 2006
Monday – June 12, 2006
John spent Sunday night at our house in Yakima so he and I could get an early start on our Idaho road trip. We both had our stuff organized in totes, duffle bags, and day packs so it didn’t take any time Sunday night to prepare.
We were up early Monday morning. My wife organized breakfast for us and then headed out for her usual Monday shopping trip with her Aunt Betty. She assumed when she left that we would soon be on our way.
John and I had agreed Sunday night that his Subaru would be better for the trip than our pickup truck. It got twice the gas mileage; would allow us to have all our gear both secure and out of the weather at all times; and it would ride much nicer. It had all wheel drive so that wasn’t a consideration.
My wife was out and about, John’s Subaru was packed neatly and efficiently (John’s gear on one side in the back and mine on the other side). In short, we were ready to go. Only one problem – – the USA – Czech Republic world cup soccer match was being televised. Both of us like soccer. So we stayed in Yakima for another hour watching the soccer match on TV.
When underway we drove the freeway from Yakima to the Tri-City area. At Pasco we took a back road to Waitsburg and then on to Dayton, Washington. It is lovely farming country – – the start of the Palouse.
We made our first fun discovery of our road trip just outside of Dayton. We drove up Patit Creek to see one of the campsites of Lewis and Clark. Since 2005-06 is the two hundred year anniversary of their epic journey, there has been a lot of interest in their route.
Their camp site was two miles out of Dayton. Instead of just the usual sign board; plaque; or combination there of – – they had placed life size metal outline figures in the exact spot where the Corp of Discovery (as the Lewis and Clark party was called) had camped.
It was a unique and effective display. You could almost hear the conversations going on at the camp site. Well done. We took narrow poorly marked dirt roads on up from the campsite and by reckon and by golly, we made an effective side trip loop that eventually reconnected us to highway 12 and then it was on to Pomeroy, Washington.
We stayed on highway 12 all the way to Clarkston, Washington and then crossed the Snake River (now a lake with all the damn dams) over to Lewiston, Idaho. We then missed a turn for the first time among many. We had intended to go up highway 95 through Cottonwood to Grangeville, Idaho. Instead we ended up traveling highway 12 up by Orofino to Grangeville. No harm done.
At Grangeville we were ready to eat so we had the first of many excellent on the road meals at perhaps the fanciest place we would choose. We went into a steak house at Grangeville and had a hearty and excellent dinner.
After dinner we drove to the foot of Whitebird Hill (site of a major battle between the U.S. cavalry and the Nez Perce Indians – – the Nez Perce won that battle handily). We made our first route choice of many on the trip. We decided that even though it was late we would travel to Pittsburg Landing on a “condition unknown” dirt road before back tracking to Riggins, Idaho.
Since we had our camping gear with us and knew there were two camp grounds next to Pittsburg Landing, we figured we just might camp there this first night out on our trip. It was also getting late in the day.
The Whitebird to Pittsburg Landing road exceeded both of our expectations. The scenery was lovely, deer everywhere, and the view down into the bottom of the Hell’s Canyon of the Snake River, from the high point of the road, was as good as it gets.
We both decided that camping at Pittsburg Landing was the right choice. The camp sites overlooked the Snake River, which ran high and fast from all the rain, even though the Hell’s Canyon dam is not all that far upstream.
Once camp was set, John decided to boil up some tea, while I walked back down to the boat launch. Pittsburg Landing is where many jet boat tours either stop (on their way from Lewiston) or originate. They run all the way up river through a couple of major rapids to the Hell’s Canyon dam.
Deer were everywhere (both mule deer and white-tail deer). The bucks were in velvet. I saw a couple as I walked toward the boat launch area. It was getting dark and I saw an animal beside the road. It turned out to be a large healthy skunk that held his tail up high as I approached. I gave him wide berth then found a foot path where I could
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