Great news! My boy Josh and his youngest daughter are in Vegas! My boy Darian will bring them out to me tomorrow, and once again I will have all of my boys together, Love it! Continue reading Let’s go Tripping
Almost forever ago while dealing a high limit game at Bellagio at a table with no automatic shuffler, as I shuffled the deck, Jack Graflund was in a player’s seat and made the comment that when Linda dealt, her shuffle was like soft rain. Continue reading Soft Rain
The world keeps spinning, life keeps moving forward, and if we could time travel, we might find the future is a repeat of the past. Who knows where our path takes us — and why? Do we have choices or is the path laid from the time we are conceived? Continue reading Time does change everything
Before I update the personal and relevant to everyday happenings in the world of MOI…yeah…me, I want to do an update on my dogs. Scout and Chevy have learned to love each other. It took no small amount of time to get them to that point and we kept them separated by a double fence for almost two months before we began to introduce them to each other face-to-face. Continue reading Stepping back into real time
This is a first for me – back to my first ventures to Vegas, I always stopped by the WSOP, even if it was for a few hours. Later I had a media pass and went to take pictures and say “Hi” to players I know that come to Vegas during the series.
The dreams are still running but distorted lately, I’m not in the stress mode of trying to get to work or deal a game, although Jennifer Harman, my ex-husband poker player, and a few others are popping into the dreams, they’ve taken on a different texture lately. But in the meantime, the dreams of thousands of others are kicking off tomorrow in Las Vegas as the WSOP brings the pros, wannabes, newbs, and everything in between into Sin City.
Everyone knows what dreams are but, just for fun, here’s a definition from Dictionary.com:
This could be the big finale of what started two posts ago. BTW I had a crazy dream about poker last night. I have to write about it, it’s too insane not to. In the meantime, back to the follow ups of In the Beginning.
I dream more about poker now than I think about it. Stress dreams it seems, always manifesting in a poker room or situation where I’m late and need to be pushing the lineup or the cards are cut weird or stuck together, or the tables are 20 feet long or some such nonsense. Continue reading In the beginning – follow up
I could have been here many times since the last post. I just didn’t want to. No excuses, simply not interested in penning and mulling through the choices of the road I’ve decided to take since leaving poker behind. Continue reading In the beginning