I opened this page and the first thing that hit my thought was the ‘Move to Trash’ link, right beside the ‘Publish’ button. I guess that’s an option, pretend you posted but just move it to the trash instead.
I admit to being glued to the WSOP Senior’s Event live streaming until Memphis Mojo busted in third place. And I was rooting for him to take it down. He had to survive 4,425 players to take it home and he survived 4,422 of them. Hells Bells! What a feat! I’m sure he will have some stories to tell on his blog so check it out. Continue reading
Not for me. I’m sitting out in the sticks, at home, tending to my little doggie-o Scout, Mr. Riot, and my son Dan — along with a few thousand other miscellaneous things. Every year about this time I start wondering if I will ever make the journey in to the world’s largest poker festival and put my full attention into playing for gold. Continue reading
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.
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.
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
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.?
Of course, Dear, this isn’t your first day on earth or at the kitchen sink or the stove. Continue reading
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
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
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