Spike is back!

I minced around cutting my hair in the post before last – it wasn’t something that just hit my thoughts, it’s been ongoing for quite some time.  Long hair is beautiful (obviously when it’s healthy and mine was) and always in the way if you wear it down or you have to continually tie it up, pull it up, or wear it as I did the last 3 to 4 years which was pulled up in a knot on top of my head with a bandanna – to keep the short hair that is always growing in – off of my nose and out of my eyes.  I seldom ever wore it down over the last few years – it almost gave me a headache with it flying around the sides of my face and blocking my vision.

So off and on in the last year I’ve twitched with the thought of just cutting it off – might I add that it also takes hours to dry when it’s long since I don’t use a hair dryer – and finally the decision was made.  I pulled it back and braided it and left it for another 3 to 4 hours as I knew I was going to go in and cut it off but figured to wait myself out for a bit and see if any sign of remorse hit me before I actually did it.

NOPE!

It took me a short time to cut it off but about an hour longer of shaping and cutting with a pair of scissors until I halfway got the desired look.  The following day was a bit more trimming up.  Then on the following day I bought a pair of clippers – haven’t used them yet but they will help the next time I decide to cut along my neckline, etc.

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Measuring in at around 15 inches long in a braid, obviously longer straight, it is going to Locks of Love later today.

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Scout, my new dog, will be here Saturday I believe.  Her current owner is bringing her to me from CA, can’t beat a deal like that!  I had planned to meet her in Vegas – she was born and raised in Vegas (not the dog silly) – and figures to come in the back way from CA to Pahrump which is shorter than if she drives into Vegas. Works for me.  I have everything I need – I think – for the comfort of acclimating Scout to her new home and me.  I’m still working on setting up a dishpan or something on the back deck that I can rinse her feet off in when we’ve been out on mud days around the property.  Of course I need to haul wheelbarrow loads of gravel for a path from the front drive around to the side of the house and deck and build a walking path for me and her.  Ouch!  My granny body is crying just thinking about it.

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I played off my 2nd Sunday Million Ticket at PokerStars yesterday.  Damn!  I almost unregistered an hour before because I was tired and a bit out of sorts but like a dumb butt, I didn’t, I played.  Or rather watched 6-5, 6-2, 6-4 materialize in my hand repeatedly.  I picked up Aces once and got no action.  I raised once with A-Q and the blind called me with two Aces K-10 off suit.  Of course he caught a 10 and won the pot.  But he’s supposed to, K-10 is THE poker hand.

I really was never involved in many pots at all.  One I did the major suck-out on a guy that had been raising repeatedly when I had K-6 Hearts in the BB and he raised my blind for the 90th time.  I called.  The flop was K-little.  I bet, he raised me all-in, I called.  He had K-J Clubs.  Yikes!  I caught 6-6 for a full and folded for the next hour again.  I finally went busto on A-Q off  – one off the button when I ran into 10-10 in the BB.  Kee-Rist!   Poker can be so frustrating at times.  First place in the Sunday Million is a ginormous amount of money and would definitely ease a lot of things that wrinkle my brain every month.  I’ll have to FPP in through a satellite I guess.

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The wind has been a horacious animal that refuses to stop.  Damn good thing I’m in a house now instead of the RV or I would’ve hitched up and moved on by now.  In the house I know it’s blowing but at least I’m not rocking and swaying to its tune.  I wish, wish, wish that someone would roll in and buy my RV too.  I’d love to lose that part of my financial portfolio.

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I was going to meet The G for lunch in Vegas today but he’s not feeling well – I’m very sorry to hear he’s not well because I do get the biggest kick out of him.  So here’s hoping we do have time to meet up before he leaves again.

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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