It’s almost midnight

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

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Sundays are…

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).

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Two Week Update

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

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A game of players

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

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A week ago

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

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Barely Crawling

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

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Still kicking but not very high

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

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Just a small pen in the hinge of life

Unparalleled brain glitches tonight.  Too many diet root beers I suppose.  I haven’t been here in days – and then the day I decided to return, something was askew with the server and I couldn’t get in. I’m not sure I can continue to blame everything on Murphy’s Law but there seems to be an uncanny connection with the way things work out. Continue reading

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A sit down with Tango

It’s time to post. A cup of coffee flavored with sugar-free French Vanilla creme is the bomb right about now.  The weather is a bit bizarre, my dog is on drugs…as always when the weather is bizarre, asleep on the floor close to my feet, and my oldest boy is computering behind me in my little office carved out of my living space.  SWEET!  I’m alive and kicking. Continue reading

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What’s on the menu

I think I’m opting for surgery.  An ultrasound showed gallstones and I’ve had my share of sick, disgusting days – yes, I can be quite sick and disgusting at times but the times I’m referring to were me feeling sick and disgusting over the last few years and much worse in recent times.

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