What a difference a day makes!

And don’t I know it. I know that everything changes, the question is will I run out of time on Earth or out of chips to maximize the big hand before the changes start sliding into effect? The latter part of the question has been on my mind at least a million times when I buckled down for the long haul in a poker game where chips were literally raining onto the green felt. Backtrack to the end of yesterday’s drama and ‘perils of little Linda’ for the first part of the question.

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Stop the world and let me off

It’s come down to drinking. I don’t know what else I can accomplish in the world of high finances – mine – from the Panhandle. I’m screwed, blued, and tattooed, and I ain’t even been hanging out in public. Things have gotten worse on the banking scene. The charge from Fry’s Electronics hit my account yesterday. Maria had told me that it would NOT take the money out of my savings account to make up for the difference still owed on the checking draft. It did! It took all my funds. I don’t even know what I bought. I doubt that I would ever like it, since it’s caused me so much stress. I hope the person that has it chokes on it. Continue reading Stop the world and let me off

Scams, thieves, and people that deserve hot coals up their butt

Here I am, coasting along in the Panhandle, lazing thru the days, finally sleeping the sleep a person should have, waking up early and going to bed when darkness fills the land, and thinking how great it would be to never have to think about another time clock at any establishment in the world. BOOM! The world jumps right into the middle of my face and slams me back onto the pavement. Wake up, Linda! Continue reading Scams, thieves, and people that deserve hot coals up their butt

The Forest and the trees

This is but a few sentences, a note to let myself know that I’m finally connected to the internet in the deep woods in Idaho. It’s not due to motostat though, the damn signal can’t be found through all the pine boughs and trees surrounding my brother’s place. I ended up haunting the 24 hour Wal-mart super center to buy a wireless router for my bro’s computer – helluva long trip to the store and back – and I’m now “ON”. I’ll be back, at this very same spot, in about six to seven hours and continue with this post. Continue reading The Forest and the trees

A shorty. 06 road trip.

I hit the road on Thursday morning, not nearly as early as I would have liked but I had a few loose ends to tie up before pulling out of town. My great nephew, Eric, (Kee-rist! That makes me sound so damn old) was traveling with me to Missoula. Eric had spent the summer in Vegas working with mybaby boyDarian, and was ready to go back to school and escape the summer heat. Everything went off without a hitch (pun intended). We were on the road by 9:15 a.m. Continue reading A shorty. 06 road trip.

All jacked up and somewhere to go!

I jolted out of a nice sleep around 4 a.m. It wasn’t the hour I chose but it was the time I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I did the coffee thang. Then put the motostat into ‘stow’ mode, and started locking down the slides and then out the door to unhook the electrical – BTW, you should haul that 25 foot cord around for an hour or so, talk about heavy! Unhook water lines, sewer line, and start jacking up to hitch up. I was on the road by 6:30. The traffic on the freeways here is unbelievable even at that time of day. Continue reading All jacked up and somewhere to go!

Mobile may be the only answer

When you buy a home, you have to live with the neighbors that are already there – or consider the fact that someone may move in that you can/cannot get along with. I recently moved to a new RV park, one neighbor was very quiet, appeared to work at night or disappeared into thin air somewhere because I never saw them or heard a noise, just a vehicle behind their coach every day. Continue reading Mobile may be the only answer

The Media PATCH!

Ha! You’re thinking that I’m such a ninny butt, stupid wench, idiot thinking, LOA poker dealer, that I can’t even figure out that it’s a media pass. Wrong, El-idioso. The most amazing part of this whole WSOP is the media coverage that isn’t. CardPlayer is the do-all, die-all, bury-all, in this little monopoly of reporting. The rest of us can go shake a stick in a dark closet and hope that someone passes by andshouts out tous what’s going on, and even at that, our reporting is better than CardPlayer’s for the most part. Continue reading The Media PATCH!

The cart stops here.

I’ve decided I’m going to havea very difficult time getting my own shopping cart to move my belongings around the streets of Las Vegas if I go broke (I’d better keep my job for awhile). Those carts are trained. They are trained to be obnoxious and veer off in a direction you don’t want them to go in. And they are trained to always have a bad wheel so they make a bonking sound like a flat tire running on a rim would make. But worse than that, they are trained to stop at a line. Continue reading The cart stops here.