tampa's "short skirt" trades...

[tampa]

Well the afternoon has been a disaster. If you’ve never been in Woodie’s room you just can’t understand the Gio problem. She’s probably a really nice lady, and she really seems to know her stuff – but she drives me nuts!!!

Anyway, in a fit of rage I went to pull the speaker wires out from the back of my computer, but ended up yanking my DSL cable out instead. Of course the connecter broke, so I had to go get a new one, and while I was gone I missed a ton of good trades!

To put it mildly, I’ve had better days.

But it gets worse. My brokerage statement came today. So I did what I always do – I took it out of the mailbox, slipped it under my shirt, snuck around back, climbed up the trellis to the bedroom window, tip-toed in to the bathroom, and hid it in my laundry basket. My wife hasn’t done my laundry since shortly after I began trading, so I figured it would be a good place. I was wrong. Not five minutes later, I’m sitting in my office, she kicks in the door, fire coming out of her nostrils, cursing, and screaming. She starts turning furniture over, puts her fist through a wall, and then starts choking me! All this just because I had kind of a down month – again.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out how she found it.

But I know that things are going to get better…Woodie is the way…I just know that he is…

 

[Samson77]

Tampa u are hilarious

If it makes you feel any better u only missed 1 other really good trade in the afternoon that was worth taking ... 4 some decent money.

Tomorrows another day good luck.

 

[harrytrader]

This is the first time I read it

Quote from Samson77:

Tampa u are hilarious

If it makes you feel any better u only missed 1 other really good trade in the afternoon that was worth taking ... 4 some decent money.

Tomorrows another day good luck.

 

[wdscott]

Quote from tampa:

Well the afternoon has been a disaster. If you’ve never been in Woodie’s room you just can’t understand the Gio problem. She’s probably a really nice lady, and she really seems to know her stuff – but she drives me nuts!!!

Anyway, in a fit of rage I went to pull the speaker wires out from the back of my computer, but ended up yanking my DSL cable out instead. Of course the connecter broke, so I had to go get a new one, and while I was gone I missed a ton of good trades!

To put it mildly, I’ve had better days.

But it gets worse. My brokerage statement came today. So I did what I always do – I took it out of the mailbox, slipped it under my shirt, snuck around back, climbed up the trellis to the bedroom window, tip-toed in to the bathroom, and hid it in my laundry basket. My wife hasn’t done my laundry since shortly after I began trading, so I figured it would be a good place. I was wrong. Not five minutes later, I’m sitting in my office, she kicks in the door, fire coming out of her nostrils, cursing, and screaming. She starts turning furniture over, puts her fist through a wall, and then starts choking me! All this just because I had kind of a down month – again.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out how she found it.

But I know that things are going to get better…Woodie is the way…I just know that he is…

Tampa,

I have not laughed this hard in weeks. Keep up the trading and posting

BTW, are you still doing LBR short skirt trades?
Or are you following the Woodie methodologies and stopped the Short Skirts?


Best Regards,
Dave Scott

 

[tampa]

Quote from wdscott:



BTW, are you still doing LBR short skirt trades?

ABSOLUTELY NOT! It became obvious that she or a member of her organization monitored this journal and "faded" my trades. Thereby causing catastrophic losses in my account - there is no other possible explanation for the consistent losing trades.

At this time I am involved in a number of lawsuits against quite a few other venders who also apparently "faded" my trades, and I may well seek redress from LBR at a later date. Right now I am trying to track down the assets of W. D. Gann in an effort to recover the losses suffered following the charlatan's methods.

 

[pisspotpete]

I keep tellin' Tampa to give up on real trading and just start writing a humorous "trading" column over at RealMonkey or MarketCrotch!

You da man Tamps.

 

[Samson77]

Hey Tampa

Are you going to re-name the thread ?

By the way love the web site

 

[tampa]

Quote from Samson77:

Hey Tampa

Are you going to re-name the thread ?

By the way love the web site

I would, but Mr Subliminal's Remote Trading Journal seems to be taken - so I'll stick with this.

 

[prs]

tampa, are in the room this morning?......ad earl to the list of moderators driving me nuts. if he says "take a look" one more time, im gonna pull mair out.

 

[tampa]

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.

To be perfectly frank, this has caused a bit of a problem around my house. In addition to some of the things you might expect – such as having the phone and electric turned off from time to time – my wife stopped cooking for me about seventeen years ago.

At this point I should mention that we have two cats – one who likes me, one that doesn’t

The brokerage statement came yesterday, and despite my best efforts to keep the wife from seeing it, she did. Of course she behaved in her usual irrational way – screaming, cursing, turning over furniture, and choking me. But that wasn’t enough. She had to go one step beyond – one excruciatingly humiliating step beyond. Last night she cooked my favorite meal. All afternoon I could smell the tempting aroma wafting from our kitchen. Shortly before five, she set the table with our finest dinnerware. She used our best linen, and adorned it all with a fresh cut flower center piece.

At six on the dot I began to hear the unmistakable sound of a bottle of wine being opened, followed by a knife and fork at work. This was all more than I could take. I quietly made my way downstairs, and to my dismay I saw my wife and the two cats at the dinning room table feasting by candle light. Were that not bad enough, she had placed the cat that hates me in what had once been my seat at the table!

Out in the kitchen was a note with my name at the top, with the words: Bon Apatite. It was placed next to a can of cat food – and to add insult to injury, it wasn't’t even my favorite flavor.

But she’s not as smart as she thinks, having foolishly left her purse sitting on the counter, I rummaged through it, found some money, snuck out the back door, and picked up some Chinese take-out.

But it only gets worse.