My side of the street

It ain’t always purty. I have ran this thread through my careening, screaming brain waves too many times to even try to put it down in words. so here is the short version – do I create the whirlwind that surrounds my being? The vortex that seems to draw stress and strife towards me? Am I so afraid of dying without tasting, smelling, inhaling, embracing, and merging with the whole experience, that I can’t just sit back and be content?
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Alive and crawling

No Creamy Vanilla Smoothie or Redi-cat-2 on today’s menu. My son gave me a ride to the Endoscopy Center and he arrived early so I had him drop me off early. I got there an hour before my appointment. Not to worry, they were running behind and it was two hours after my appointment time that they finally called my name. Kee-rist! No food, nothing to drink since midnight and did they know I’m a huge aqua guzzler? And that I’m in the desert? They didn’t care. By the time I was called, I had to have the chair surgically removed from my ass which made the appointment even later.

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Pick up the Phone – Call Capital Hill!

Our poker playing rights are at stake! Make sure you take the time, make the call, scream and yell, do everything within your power to keep us from being told we can’t play poker on the internet. Now is the time to act, don’t delay, tomorrow may be too late, and now that I’ve given all the commands and demands, the following is an email from the Poker Player’s Alliance: Continue reading Pick up the Phone – Call Capital Hill!

Gutterball!

The room sits like a discardedmistress that once preenedunder her lover’s gaze and opened her lips and arms awaiting a passionate embrace. Yet hidden beneath the blanket of quiet and overtones of abandonment, there were two full $100-200 LH games running, two $10-20 NLH games, a $60-120 Mixed, and a variety of $30-60, 15-30, 4-8 LH, and the usual $2-5 and $5-10 NLH games.

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Wire to wire

I made it. A full eight hour shift. Except for the last half hour, I was pushing Ilia and he would have the bust-out. What’s a bust-out? The final half hour of a shift is a break. He was going on 32B and when Mary pushed me out of 31, he asked her if she wanted the bust-out (he would trade tables with her). She didn’t accept, I said I would, if he would (deal the same game for the last half hour of the down), he said he would, I left. Yippee!! Continue reading Wire to wire

Do You Wanna Get Scoped?

HELL NO! But that’s where I’ll be one week from today, climbing back into the world after having been peacefully sleeping through an Upper GI. I hate being put under…but then who doesn’t? I’m actually hoping they find something…like the hiatal hernia is HUGE…or something that can be remedied because I’ve had one helluva run with digestive tract problems for a long time. Yes…all kinds of tests, my main menu is nexium, and a few other things going on, but please find a solution to the problem/pain. I want to be well. Continue reading Do You Wanna Get Scoped?

The Game!

While most of the talk around poker rooms and online poker sites and poker blogs is about the game of poker, there are so many other games being played – all the time – that it’s sometimes difficult to catch a reality thread out of the whole picture. Hey…I’m not even drinking. But watching the action/interaction that’s going on, and the faces of players at my table and other tables in the room, one finds a new meaning to the word ‘game’. Continue reading The Game!