Of course the majority of the three weeks of the Grand Prix Tournament blended into one shift nightmare after another – probably best described as one long, square needle to the frontal lobe. We had a short meet before each shift to get our line-up set and if anything new was in the works we were informed about it then. I don’t remember crap about anything new coming up. Some dealers quit, new ones came in, and on it went.
Dealing, Dealing, Dealing, Keep Those Dealers Dealing…
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Dealing the last Grand Prix at the Golden Nugget
My life was on a roller coaster ride straight into hell and the fiery inferno picked up a wicked smile each time the car I was in hit an all time low. My relationship with Rod was as sick as it could get, and for some reason, I tightened up the seat belt and hung around for the ride. In retrospect, I could never be where I am today if I had cut the seat belt loose and dove through the window to the light. Continue reading
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Two days into the New Year
I admit to not liking all the recaps that are going on about the year 2011. Droll. Boring. We’ve read it and lived it already, let it disappear into the past. Continue reading
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All New Year’s Eve!
So…I’m hanging out at home on the edge of dark and cold, really happy to be here instead of being in the middle of light and noise. I’ve been thinking back to more than one New Year’s Eve spent in the dealer’s box. Continue reading
Strategy articles on PokerWorks
My relationship with PokerWorks has gone through a lot of different stages over the years – including different programmers, servers, CMS, and a lot of other things that keep me hopping to always play catch up. Continue reading
Merry Christmas!
MERRY CHRISTMAS! It’s a desert kind of day, sunshine all around, chilly but OK, the only snow is up in the mountains. Feast and feeding going on next door at my sis’s in mid afternoon; along with the wish that everyone has a very Merry Christmas!
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Sorry, I have Tourettes
It isn’t funny but it is. Riot never seems to slow down as he spins like a whirlwind on his way through the argumentative narrative that follows every command he doesn’t want to hear, and dances to his latest favorite song “I’m sexy and I know it” while he’s emitting an air of “I don’t give a damn what is going on over there, I’m over here.” Continue reading
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We took a hike
and found a safe in the desert. It’s a floor model, almost as tall as me, with a combination lock, a Meilink, with the door ripped right off, laying about 10 feet from the safe. A compartment that fit inside the safe with individual cubicles (one that could be locked) was still in the safe. It was new decor for the normal garbage that is mostly dumped out on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) property where we walk. Continue reading
A week?
A week has come and gone since my last post. How the hell? I managed to come down or wake up to something that shot my whole system out into space a mile or so high and then slammed me back down into a wolf spider hole in one neat little package. OUCH! I’ve been sick. Continue reading
Happy Bird Day
It’s the time of year when all turkeys must fear for their lives and try to escape having to dress for the big feast that showcases their wonderful breasts and thighs. Continue reading
