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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WAHOO! Tomorrow I get the JEEP!

What the Pointer Sisters said.  “I’m so excited!!!” After almost seven weeks of being ‘carless’ it feels like Christmas is coming early.  And with everything that’s been done to it, it’s a complete rebuild on the engine.  I should be able to drive that baby until I’m 90 or so.  WOOT!  It will probably last a lot longer than I will. Continue reading

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Maybe this is only funny to me

I started searching through emails and blog posts and, and, and, looking for follow-up info on my continuation of The View from the Box with Andy Beal as the spotlight.  I got stuck reading old posts and just shaking my head at the insanity and noise and confusion that abounds in a high limit poker room almost 24/7, only dropping off a bit on graveyard unless there’s a major tournament going on.

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It’s about time

that I put my tush in the driver’s seat at Tango and started spinning out a bit of noise.  There’s a wicked rumor out that my Jeep may be fixed sometime this week. It’s about 6 weeks now and I’m on the verge of LOSING IT! Continue reading

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