Damn government!

I must not be the only one that ever wonders WTF the feds were really accomplishing when they shut down online poker to the masses. And I must not be the only one that feels I possibly could have started to glean a nice little weekly stack from grinding online. And it’s possible I would score in tournaments too. I feel I got cheated in more ways than one by the U.S. government over the years and online poker is, once again, at the top of the “Linda-got-cheated” stack. Continue reading

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Hearts and flowers

Another Valentine’s Day is about to close the chapter on making your BF/GF or mate or mom or dad or kid or someone out there feel special. How did it go? I’ve been single for so long I can’t help but wonder what the fuss is all about. If you love someone, want to be with them, want to make them happy, then it should be a project for 365 days of the year. Continue reading

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Color me skeptical and jaded

Perhaps I’ve reached the golden age of trust-no-one or it was always there. I can’t help but look for ulterior motives every time someone does a seemingly good deed, especially someone’s that are famous. And even if they don’t do a good deed, I find myself looking under the rug for the cause of their actions. I’ve had this flipping around for quite some time and a recent event brought it all back – my focus is on Daniel Negreanu. Continue reading

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The attack of the Phlegm Bots

HELP!  I’m under siege, there’s so much mucous in my lungs I feel like I’m drowning and can’t cough it up fast enough.  There’s a wheezy rattle going on when I breathe completely out and a wheezing rattle when I suck air…until I cough for a minute or so and dislodge some of it.  Graphically disgusting! Right? Phelgm Bots are disgusting. Continue reading

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It’s beginning to feel a lot like…

I got lost or something. I do remember Christmas and New Year and all the insanity fun in between though. I keep trying to outrun time and life and I’m losing the battle.

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Merry Christmas!

If you’ve outgrown the ‘kid’ in Christmas, please revisit your past.  In my world Christmas is lived on a daily basis, I give a gift when I see something I would really like to give to someone – any day of the year. My gifts are seldom material, except to the small children in my life, but I believe they are the best gifts one can give and receive. They are eternal. Continue reading

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Dog hair amundo and dust up the ass

I do wonder how much dog hair and dust I’ve ingested in the last almost two years of Scout living with me.  I didn’t put a lot of thought into it until I happened to look across the surface of the black leather couch and sleeper ottoman when the sun hit it just right.  The dust and dog hair appeared like a beacon of frustration – it’s here for life. Continue reading

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Yesterday – 911 all over again

I had big plans to be here and then I ran headfirst into the bad news of the Connecticut shooting and suddenly my eyes couldn’t do anything but close.  But closing them didn’t stop the tears.  I couldn’t stand the thought of parents being called and those that heard the news leaving for the school as fast as they could while they were praying one of those kids wasn’t theirs. Continue reading

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Did I know Lou Krieger

It seemed like a very short time ago Lou Krieger posted on Facebook that he had cancer and was undergoing treatment. But only a few months later the post came informing the world that a great poker teacher, writer, friend, and all-around nice guy had passed on. Continue reading

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Just a coupla thoughts

Yes, I do still have thoughts. Some days there are so many in the air around me I can barely contain them, other days, neh, not so much going on. I find myself wondering what teeth would say to us if we listened. Strange thought huh? I have one tooth right now that is saying, “If you so much as touch me or move me or chew on me, I’m going to hurt you for hours. The kind of hurt that only huge amounts of great drugs or a dentist can put an end to. You got it?” Continue reading

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