Survival of the mentally insane

I survived the day. Whew! The new guy that did my taxes is a poker player…imagine that! I just had a suspicion he wasbecause Carmen Bates recommended him to me. Burt – he plays $30-60 H at Bellagio and has been around quite some time. A great guy, he’s the kind of player a dealer loves to have at the table, never says much, always upbeat, a steady tipper, and he says ‘hello’ when he sees you approach the box. Can’t beat a deal like that. Continue reading Survival of the mentally insane

Did you forget to take your meds?

That was the title of a spam email that’s been drifting in a lot lately. Do these people know me? Frankly, if I had those kind of meds, I think I’d be taking them. It’s another yarn filled with problems. It started like this – last year I sold the PokerWorks.com name, CHUNK!!! A lump in my checking account. Come tax time, the gent that normally does my taxes and I set up a date, I canceled and could never get back in touch with him. He’d been seriously ill and perhaps I should have really, REALLY tried to find him but life has a way of choking me to death with the hands of time. I really can’t get enough – now if I got a spam email and they could sell me some time, I’d be on the reply button in a heartbeat. Continue reading Did you forget to take your meds?

I can’t help but wonder

I never watch the news – unless I just happen to be somewhere that it’s on and that doesn’t happen but once in a blue moon. I don’t pick up the newspaper. It’s too damaging to my spirit to even try to fade through the blackness that surrounds our society as we race headlong in no direction and kill our children and selves as we blindly push forward forgetting there is no finish line. Continue reading I can’t help but wonder

Just hanging out

Literally. I feel as if my stomach is hanging out – in other words I’m too damn fat! I was just starting to kick back into a great eating routine and exercise standard when I made the trip north to the family reunion. I’ve managed to find another four pounds (I’d lost 15 since the first part of May), not to worry, it found my middle. I swear!! Yes I do, but in particular about this damn fat that seems to have chunked itself in a particular spot. Kee-rist, sometimes I wish I had a bottle of wine hanging around the house again. Continue reading Just hanging out

Drat! I’m kinda missin’ the Aruba gig

I just got a picture from our writer Katie Lindsay (check out the article she just did on Vanessa Rousso) of the Aruba beach, and it struck me like a smack in the heart. I’m not in Aruba this year. My first miss in four years. I’m missing it. Not the damn plane ride that’s for sure. I won’t get to see Gene this trip either and that’s about the only time I run into him, other than a Vegas blogger event, or a single, hurried moment at the WSOP. Hang in there, Gene! Stay well and have fun! Continue reading Drat! I’m kinda missin’ the Aruba gig