I came home from work this a.m. to be faced with an absolute that I find to be quite vexing. I’ve read Tony G.’s blog post and you should too. A year ago I attended my first WSOP sessions with a media pass. It was pretty sweet to be able to move around and through the roped off areas and view the tournaments up close instead of standing behind the ropes and craning to try and see the action. Continue reading King of the Hill →

I was having one of those stress dreams when I finally slipped back into Sand Woman Land, early a.m. for the rest of the USA, late night for me. I was late for work. I found myself parking in a garage that attached to a giant building that appeared to have way too many floors and somehow the corridor I took ended up in a small bar and knew I was lost. I grabbed my cell phone and called my supervisor to tell them I’d be there in just a few minutes and YIKES!!! I looked down to see that I was wearing my uniform shirt (which goes down just below my tush) but wasn’t wearing a skirt or pants although I did have shoes. That was about the time my real phone rang and I pulled myself out of the coma to answer it. Continue reading Dreams…er…ahhh…nightmares →

I didn’t. What I still want to do before I sleep won’t get done either. My time stress has turned into a total blown out, ugly looking fracture. Bellagio has its name tattooed down my back and on my forehead, I ain’t going nowhere but the dealer’s box and when I crawl out of that after an eight hour shift, I don’t believe there are any electrical impulses going on in my brain. The room has been a real screamer and it just keeps filling up. On Friday night we were still starting games at 1 a.m. Kee-rist! I’m crawling. Continue reading What I thought I would get done →