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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On living and dying

Earlier this month I wrote about my long-time friend Sylvia Hart’s dad and the struggle of health and aging. She’s in Texas now with her family and her dad has been going through catastrophic ups and downs in his battle to live. Continue reading

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The days of the rack attack

My last post talked about the Montana days, Poker Used to be so Much Fun, and brought back a rush of the lunacy and some of the antics that I first watched poker players do, and then learned to do myself. Continue reading

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Poker used to be so much fun

I like to think of them as the ‘glory days’ of poker.  It used to be exciting, and tense, and a gut-wrencher at times, but the most important part of it was…it was fun.  Just the thought of playing was exciting. But then I grew up in another time and under a shitload of stress so poker had to be that one giant escape hatch that offered everything I needed to escape from a work-and-raise-kids lifestyle.  Continue reading

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