Archive for August, 2006

I hit the road on Thursday morning, not nearly as early as I would have liked but I had a few loose ends to tie up before pulling out of town. My great nephew, Eric, (Kee-rist! That makes me sound so damn old) was traveling with me to Missoula. Eric had spent the summer in Vegas working with mybaby boyDarian, and was ready to go back to school and escape the summer heat. Everything went off without a hitch (pun intended). We were on the road by 9:15 a.m. (more…)

I jolted out of a nice sleep around 4 a.m. It wasn’t the hour I chose but it was the time I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I did the coffee thang. Then put the motostat into ’stow’ mode, and started locking down the slides and then out the door to unhook the electrical - BTW, you should haul that 25 foot cord around for an hour or so, talk about heavy! Unhook water lines, sewer line, and start jacking up to hitch up. I was on the road by 6:30. The traffic on the freeways here is unbelievable even at that time of day. (more…)

When you buy a home, you have to live with the neighbors that are already there - or consider the fact that someone may move in that you can/cannot get along with. I recently moved to a new RV park, one neighbor was very quiet, appeared to work at night or disappeared into thin air somewhere because I never saw them or heard a noise, just a vehicle behind their coach every day. (more…)

But instead of dreaming, I was out in the heat, moving things from a storage unit back into Hyman Place. After stopping by the bank, slamming a $100 worth of diesel into the Steed, hitting the USPS that’s openseven days a week to send registered mail, and then food with my sweet boy and his sweet boy (more…)

Ha! You’re thinking that I’m such a ninny butt, stupid wench, idiot thinking, LOA poker dealer, that I can’t even figure out that it’s a media pass. Wrong, El-idioso. The most amazing part of this whole WSOP is the media coverage that isn’t. CardPlayer is the do-all, die-all, bury-all, in this little monopoly of reporting. The rest of us can go shake a stick in a dark closet and hope that someone passes by andshouts out tous what’s going on, and even at that, our reporting is better than CardPlayer’s for the most part. (more…)

I’ve decided I’m going to havea very difficult time getting my own shopping cart to move my belongings around the streets of Las Vegas if I go broke (I’d better keep my job for awhile). Those carts are trained. They are trained to be obnoxious and veer off in a direction you don’t want them to go in. And they are trained to always have a bad wheel so they make a bonking sound like a flat tire running on a rim would make. But worse than that, they are trained to stop at a line. (more…)

I had lunch today with Carole, and then we decided to go sit in the chair I’m going to marry, we took turns, and then I tried out the LandRoller skates. In the store of course. Weird. They would definitely take some getting used to, and at $249, I don’t have the time or desire. We gave up browsing The Sharper Image after we looked at a variety of fun and crazy gadgets and useful doodle-e-doos too. They had an amazing ant farm that’s got some strange looking gel in it, enclosed in a small plastic case, and after adding ants, (more…)