Wahoo! I found a stack of old posts…

At one point I hosted my blog at Blogger.com and when PokerWorks was absorbed into the PokerNews family, the programmers wanted to run it in WordPress…so we did. The original blogging — when I was dumb as hell about setting up a website but did my own, I simply loaded each new post into one l-o-n-g page.  I had the backup for that since it was all on my computer and then published to the web.

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Birthdays and Mom’s day

Let’s see, Riot turned 10 weekend before last.  I had a birthday last weekend, my oldest son, Dan, had a birthday today.  My friend and neighbor, Amy, has a birthday on the 12th. And tomorrow is Mother’s Day.  To all of you, male or female, that helped, or are helping raise a child, here’s wishing you a happy Mother’s Day. Perhaps said child/ren will find it in their heart to shower you with love and devotion for all of your effort but I’m guessing not…at least not until they get older.

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The 2014 WSOP is almost here and summer’s on the way

It’s crazy isn’t it?  How time keeps slipping off into history and almost before you knew it was coming, it’s gone.  The 2014 WSOP is almost here and the insanity will hit Las Vegas again for another six weeks or so of intense poker action, bad beats, good draws, with millions of dollars in the air, waiting to be grabbed by those that get to take home a WSOP gold bracelet and those that make it past the bubble. Continue reading

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Steam burns and cataracts

Wouldncha think that after cooking all these years, it would teach me to keep my fingers and hands away from sharp knives, broken glass, and hot pans/lids/etc.?

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The Blood Moon

I got to see it early this a.m.  What a spectacular treat, especially from my spot in the desert.  I almost missed it because I thought it was supposed to be red around 2 a.m.  Luckily for me, I got a text from one of the truck driving duo and ran out onto the deck.  There it was!!! Continue reading

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Crawling

That’s how it feels.  I’ve managed to accomplish a lot but it still feels like the stack keeps getting bigger and the small bits and pieces hacked off the sides and edges never diminish it much.  Ah, yes…the rambler.  That’s me.  It’s hard to lead a topic in a certain direction when I don’t even know what the topic is…how could I possibly know the direction then. Continue reading

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Grinding at life

It is a grind. I was thinking about the parallel to poker. If you play the game the way you’re supposed to play it, it isn’t any fun — or so the saying goes when you’re playing poker. I wonder… Life is pretty much a grind but if you play it the way you’re supposed to play it, you end up with a lot less bruises and dings in your body, character, and finances. Unfortunately for most of us, when it comes to life, we have to jump off the cliff and flirt with disaster as our parachute manages to shred on the edge of those damned pointy rocks on the way down. Continue reading

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Lunch with a few of the besties

Friday was a trip into Vegas for a visit to the DMV, lunch with a few of my favorite people, and then off to Riot’s school to take him home with me for the weekend.  How could I forget to take my camera when we were going to meet for lunch – some of the old Pan Game crew. I didn’t take it though.  When the resident ‘take-your-photo-free’ person came around, Mark AKA Kram, jumped right on it.  It was fun, and funny, you would have had to be there to appreciate all of it. Continue reading

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Weekends past

I hesitate to write about some things due to the fact that my penning could be read by some parties that could affect the lives of the little people I know.  Nah…I never hesitate to write anything about some of the big people I know if I feel the need to put it down in my own little slice of personal history — Table Tango.  But when it comes to the little people, they are at the mercy of the ‘parentals’ and can’t escape. Continue reading

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Rolling, rolling, rolling…

I hit Vegas on Wednesday, thinking my tax appointment was for that day at 2 p.m. and I had my day planned around it.  Luckily, I happened to go back and check, one more time, because for some reason age has dimmed…just about everything when it comes to times, appointments, where did I put this or that so I’d remember exactly where it was when I wanted it — yeah…right! When I checked back, I realized it was for Thursday, the next day but my plans were set for other things, like picking up my jeep. Continue reading

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