Monthly Archives: August 2009

Sunday morning

This will mark how many Sundays that I haven’t gone to church?  Who could count.  I stopped going to church a million years ago, have visited a few times because of weddings and funerals, but overall, church is not a … Continue reading

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Liars

I used to think that liars were…well, just plain liars.  Now I have a different thought about them and I’ve grouped them in individual categories that feel comfortable to me.  Perhaps that’s what aging does, it allows you to see … Continue reading

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If memory serves me correctly

I’m thinking that momparental said she was registering Riot for K-G about two weeks ago.  Yesterday I hear, via dadparental, that Riot wasn’t going to start school until next Monday – WTF?  Why is he starting a week late?  I … Continue reading

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Simple Linda Met a Pieman, going to the fair

Simple Linda never knew of people to beware.  She’s cried and sobbed and turned away, but still the tale is there.  Poor Riot didn’t go to school.  Momparental – her head was where?

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Badugi!

That’s what we played tonight at the PokerWorks Tournament on PokerStars.  It was triple draw…and painful.  Too many one card draws to 7s and 6s and miss, miss, miss.  P-U!  I got ousted after my fair share of bad draws … Continue reading

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Like the storm waits for the wind to create it,

the poker table waits for people to make it happen.  The table sets, at times alone, at times ringed with the heat of action and players waiting to join when the heat becomes unbearable for another.  A simple construction of … Continue reading

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Petroglyphs in cyber

funny, we bloggers are the future of scratchings in cyber – petroglyphs, the way some of us write (include me in that) it is like scratching stick figures on walls trying to tell a story.  So…here’s part of my story.

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Let me be your guide on a little trip

that has nothing to do with nothing; just a ramble type of day.  It’s a balmy high 90 kind of day out here in the big “P” and I’m watching Glenda in a freeroll on Absolute Poker.  Of course I’m … Continue reading

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The Card Fairy’s in Intensive Care

The little hateful freak isn’t there because I won big bucks but because of a strange twist of interdimensional storms in the fabric of time.  (Yes, I do  believe in the fabric of time and even wrote a book on … Continue reading

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Things

Some THINGS are just ordinary type of things that we all go through all the time like breathing is repetitive…damn good thing. Then there are THINGS.  I happened to get one in the mail the other day.  It was a … Continue reading

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