Yup, I made it back

Go figure that I have such a hard time getting here.  My great scheme of trying to get here every day sure was thrown under the wheels of the bus.  A few thousands cars ran over it and backed up to make sure they got it again — sideways! Continue reading

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Even watching hurt

I’ve been gimping around as of late.  Little grouchy pains egging on bigger pains and finally made the move to head out the door to the desert late this evening with my doggie-o.  She was crazy to go, jumping around, panting, pacing as she waited for me to get ready. Continue reading

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From there to here

My last post went up a week ago.  *slaps own face* I have been completely out of the loop and out of the mood to sit down and try to put a thought together that makes sense.  Sick?  Yes.  After my adventure to have more testing done which will eventually lead to a consultation with a surgeon (at the end of this month), I ended up with a bladder infection. Continue reading

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Did I mention?

What a screwed up relationship I was in when I learned to deal and play poker in Montana some million years or so ago? Just to give you an idea of how poker doesn’t always build a strong and lasting relationship, I thought I’d toss in this little bit of useless information — it can rip a marriage, end friendships, destroy your work ethic and money handling ability, and in general, fuck up your life really bad unless you know how to put it in the right place and not let it control you. Continue reading

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Just when the streak was hot

it took a big dip…that’s the streak with my ‘post everyday’ idea that fell through.  If good intentions carried the field, I’d be first when the checkered flag hit every time.  Some days are good days for me, others are so-so, and some are just downright shit-tae!

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The boys in the band

You know that when you frequent the same poker games every week, you get to know everyone — and their dog and cat, and family, and all those details you really would rather skip at times. Yuppers…we’re heading back to the past. Continue reading

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Awfully quiet in the house

The boy – Mr. Riot – went home on Thursday evening after arriving the 1st part of July.  He spent one week at home this summer, other than that, he’s been with me, Dan, and Scout.  It seems strange not to have to think food at a certain time, brush your teeth, get a shower, don’t do this, do do that, etc. Continue reading

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On a roll with Montana poker memories

The good ol’ days.  I learned to play 5-Card Stud with a joker in the deck first.  I won’t lie and say I lernt the game really well but I did start to put the pieces together after I bet myself broke when I made a straight and someone else had a 4-card flush showing.  Obviously I lost.  I thought my hand would beat a flush.  Continue reading

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More of the OX

There’s no way to sidestep the fact that I learned the fine art of poker from the kids in the old Oxford games – dealing and playing. In those days there wasn’t a sophisticated network of poker tournaments that brought a flood of people rolling through your town/game. Continue reading

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More of the past – Montana Daze

A little bit of a run down memory lane this last week and I felt the need to add more to the story line.  Somewhere in these pages is a description of the OX.  The high, grease and smoke stained ceilings, the unkempt overall appearance of shabby and cheap hung on it like one of the alcoholics that lined up every day to get the 10th ring on the old bar cash register because they got ‘a free one’ if they timed their order just right. Continue reading

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