Life is such a great teacher

the only way to know how you scored is to be able to face yourself every day.  Think about it!  Is it a game where other people grade you?  No, it’s an experimental experience to see if you like you when it’s all said and done and the lights go out at night.  OK, enough mind melt for now…

Will she ever get the skirting project finished?  Will the frigging wind ever ease up????  That’s the real question.  Once the wind takes a break for a day, I’m on it.  I went to Home Depot today with my little list of sizes of wood I needed cut.  I couldn’t cut a straight line if my life was on the line.  I’ve tried mitre boxes, skill saws, wood saws, using a drawn line, and the whole ball of wax – of course if I had a radial arm saw I could make that nice, straight cut…but I don’t. So Jose cut the wood for me, taking his time to make sure he got what I wanted and he even went back and found straighter pieces for me.  Sweet heart!  I almost asked him for a date…WOOT!  And he didn’t charge me for the additional cuts that Home Depot has a big sign posted saying they charge.

Next stop, wood screws, and both sis and I have electric drills, and yes, I can drill a straight line.  So what the hell is the wood for?  The skirting project.  I need to build a semi-box thingy to put under my stairs to attach the skirting to.  I think I can, and do it well, so all I have to do is tip it and pull it out each year.

Aside from that little project, I still have two digs to finish.  They are major…maybe not if you’re a backhoe.

On poker news, Glenda and I played again last night.  My air internet bit the dust and I ended up going for the ATT air card rather than run over to sis’s house and reboot the router.  I missed a few hands but none of my hands were good anyway so I can’t imagine that Aces or Kings slipped by me while I was in ‘sit out.’  I’d like to say I played exceptionally well, but I really never got involved due to the 6 high-offsuit cards I kept getting.  When I busted out of two tourneys, one for $1.10 and the other for $2.20, I knew I lost $3.30 for the day.  I didn’t enjoy playing in either of them…my fault I’m sure.  Glenda placed in the $ again in…second night in a row.  WOOT!

I may try again tonight.  Yes, I love poker.

The life part?  I’m always looking for a lesson, I just pray they aren’t painful…you hear me Life?

About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!
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