Back in the box

Well…not exactly. I keep telling myself that I need to just settle down and deal a shift. It’s really quite painless. I know how to do it – almost in my sleep -there’s always money to be made, and I can always use the $$$. So what the hell is going on inside my skull? Hell if I know. I keep trying to delve into the inner being, the place where that secret imp hides, and figure out why I’m not content just to go in and do the 9-5, or in my case 7-3. No answer. Continue reading Back in the box

I’m a single, poker dealing/playing granny

Yeah, but you have kids! Before I start this, please don’t think I’m looking for a mate – I’m not. It’s not that I’m adverse to having a mate, I just don’t want to be with someone to be with someone and if I can’t have the whole cake – icing and crumbs included -instead of just a slice, I don’t want any of it. I’m not lonely and I’m very happy. I’m at peace with me. I certainly don’t need someone else disrupting all those ‘peace waves’ it’s taken me years to surround and fill myself with. This subject is a post of its own so I leave it here. In general, when I’ve spoken to someone about life and living and people and sharing and I’ve commented that I’m single, the general reply is, “Yes, but you have kids.” Continue reading I’m a single, poker dealing/playing granny

Layne Flack called me a freak

More than once! The day I left Aruba I headed for the airport early, arriving about three hours before flight time. It was all relatively painless. The lines weren’t long, going through both Aruba and U.S. customs was a breeze, I found my departing gate and proceeded to find some food and an electrical connection and this year the airport charged for wifi hook-up…well…ok! Continue reading Layne Flack called me a freak

A few random days in Aruba

Almost as soon as it starts, it’s over. I barely got here and yet tomorrow I’m leaving…this trip is like closing a chapter of my life. I mentioned at breakfast with the Duo a few mornings ago, the day they were leaving, that the Aruba trip will never be the same again. There is the possibility that UltimateBet will change their venue and not even return next year – that would mean I definitely won’t be here. But in the event that they do remain, times are changing for the Duo. Jim is attached, he is making plans with his girl, Sarah, and rightly so. He may not make the trip again, and if he does, he won’t be flying solo. Wayne is finishing all of the paperwork to move into his new condo and he’s not sure if he will come again. Of the three of us, I am sure i will come again, I just may have to hang with myself or find a group of newbies to run with…but the end of the chapter is almost finished. Continue reading A few random days in Aruba

Frist didn’t kiss the US Citizens first…

Will us kids in America continue to have an online poker industry? We just lost our freedom. Get out the chains and open the prisons for those of us that want to challenge Frist in a heads-up match on his big move to save us from ourselves. Fuck off, Frist! A bunch of people doing a bunch of partying and hanging out in paradise for the last nine days – add a lot of poker to the mix – were brought together through online poker. Thank you UltimateBet! We aren’t out raping and beating children, robbing stores, trying to take over a country and destroying thousands in the process…we are simply poker players. Does that mark us as horrible, horrible people that must be treated like we’re criminals? Kee-rist! Perhaps the law isn’t totally clear as to ramifications to poker players but it still puts us in jeopardy.

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