Little Miss Time Management never seems to keep up with everything and the pages in Table Tango reflect that. Nothing has gone up since I ventured out with the statement that I was going in to watch the November Nine at the Rio. I did go. I didn’t stay long. Continue reading
I played my ass off trying to win a seat in the Online Nine at the WSOP.com. They had value-added tournaments, and I invested in three of them because I got lucky and won an $11 buy-in $500 guarantee rebuy & add-on. Continue reading
My son Dan and I headed for Ash Meadows Preserve on Monday with the Point of Rocks as our destination — I was there with Riot in February of 2009. We were going to look at the blue pup fish that are an endangered species. Not to worry, the government shutting down also shutdown most of the roads that would normally allow access to the Point of Rocks and Crystal Reservoir marsh lands and a few other places.
I don’t have any oil to burn. I’ll just rough it until I run out of steam and then I’ll go crawl into my comfy little bed and wait for the Sandwoman to gently carry me off to the land of sleep and nod. Continue reading
the day to play online poker if you can get in a game without having the feds close it down before you can cash out. Of course that doesn’t apply to the rest of the world, just those of us that live in the land of the free (major sarcastic rip intended there).
The last few days are ‘firsts’ in terms of brain activity related to work duties. Mostly I’ve been in a daze of feel good for a bit, do a few things, eat, feel like shit, exhausted, need a nap, can’t think about anything with a focus on detail, and NOW? Who knows! I am much better though. Continue reading
Years ago, back before the U.S. government bit us all in the ass with their protection theory — in other words, we couldn’t handle the mindless gambling beast that lives within us and the UIGEA was signed into law — I had the dream of having a poker blogosphere here at PokerWorks. We did start with some of the most well-read poker bloggers at the time: Continue reading
about this time, I was in super-coma mode. Throwing up, in pain, but knowing that if I had just jumped off the gurney when they rolled me into surgery about three hours before, I wouldn’t be going through any of that. Before we leave the subject of surgery, how do doctors keep their fingers nimble and on target when the surgical room is so cold you can hang meat in there? Continue reading
I suppose there’s a flaw in my thoughts that always makes me think I’m 20 instead of a granny that’s eligible for SS. I figured I’d have the gallbladder removal done and be up and chipper within a few days. No…I’m not joking. I didn’t think I’d run a marathon but I thought I’d be much more improved than the real picture is showing me…now that some of the fog is out of my head. Continue reading
I made it out alive, throwing up as I went…yah, I hate that part. They gave me anti-nausea medication but it didn’t help much. Even got up this morning and barfed. Trying to sleep my way through as much of the day as I can. In another few days I will be my onery old self. BYE for now