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 A sit down with Tango
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.
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 On living and dying
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 Poker used to be so much fun
To some it means two days off are coming up, to others, such as myself, it’s rarely had any significant meaning because I’ve worked Saturday and Sunday – and holidays – for so many years, the days just roll together. Continue reading It’s Friday