Monthly Archives: November 2010

Worlds come and go

but mine stays fairly constant.  Always busy and never a day where there’s nothing to do is how my forward moving view stands.  I often wonder about people that can sit endlessly surfing the TV channels, or just go off … Continue reading

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The great turtle rescue

The property next door…barbed thorn in the brain, stab in the eye, rip in the ear drums for almost two years now.  The place is once again vacant.  It’s a nice house, dark brown wood floors, 2 bedroom, 2 bath, … Continue reading

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Crazy Daze at home

Spending your time out in the sticks would appear to be one of relatively quiet days with nothing but the wind  going on and the quail and doves chirping at each other as they try to kick the others ass … Continue reading

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Not much going on but the wind

Well…there is a little more than that but the wind is outdancing itself right now, having a real session of inviting everything to join in and tumble across the land at excessive speeds guaranteed to send you reeling and crashing … Continue reading

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The WSOP November Nine and Home on the Horizon

Today I head for home. I will be so happy to be there once again, staring out the window at the finches on the sock, the quail and doves running around on the ground picking up anything the wrens and … Continue reading

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Vegas and the November Nine

I hit Vegas on Thursday and Friday.  Thursday was for a custody hearing on the Rioteer.  I’m pleased that Riot will now spend equal time with both his parents; perhaps they can all act their age and things will improve.  … Continue reading

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The cast of characters in Montana

Realizing that many of these people are still alive and kicking and those that have passed on can’t come back to bite me in the ass, I will still relate the Montana Poker Tales to the best of my memory.  … Continue reading

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