Trumpet vines! Those plants are designed to survive, try digging them out and if you leave any piece of root, they grow out again. You can’t break them off and damage the vine enough to kill it. If they drop a seed pod near anything you want to keep, they grow right into the roots of the plant you want and make it almost impossible to get them out. Continue reading
Obviously that would be me since this is my page and it’s always going to accept my whining and crying — or jubilant shouts of triumph — and some days it may even roll serenely along if I’m just mellowing out and can’t find any sharp corners or screamers to complain about. Yuppers, I have all of those mood swings trapped inside…best not to wake sleeping dogs sometimes.
So far he is a friend but there is no work done on my Jeep. See last post where I whine about being carless. I still am. Friday it will be two weeks since I left Las Vegas and left my rig setting up in the northwest by the old digs. The only good news is that the rebuild kit came in and I had it towed to my Montana friend’s house — Carole — where it’s at least off the street and she will keep an eye on it. Continue reading
The good part of the trip in to Las Vegas on Thursday was spending time with Marie and Gary, mostly Marie because…well…just because, and having lunch with Sylvia Hart after she gave me a ride to the Orleans. Continue reading
Once again it’s been over two weeks since I disturbed the quiet of Table Tango. Of course I need much more than the title of this little mass of mental wanderings…I’m almost a hopeless bag (heavy on the bag) of tricks that lost the last trick a few years ago through a hole in the frayed, torn bottom of the bag. Continue reading
If 2013 was a bad year, shoot the bastard out into space and forget it, build your new year starting now and focus on the way you want it to be. Short and to the point, happy new year to everyone. I’ll be back next year.
Christmas always marks the end of a year and the beginning of something new to me. I leave a lot of stones unturned throughout the year and when Christmas hits and I’ve not even bothered to break a fingernail trying to turn them over, the hell with it.
The blogger’s tournament was at Aria on Saturday. It was my first live tournament in a number of years and it made me very aware of how hard it is to sit for long periods of time at the poker table. My neck hurt, my shoulders weren’t very happy, and my legs were cramped from the foot rail that runs completely around the bottom of the table. Let’s face it, I’m getting old-er, and any time I’m confined to a seat for a long period of time, my body isn’t ready to cooperate. Continue reading
This weekend will find those of us that still blog about poker – and perhaps a few that don’t – heading for Sin City. Count me in that group. I’ve missed the last two years. This year my son will be here to sit the dog and the household while I’m out gallivanting around in Vegas.