This will mark how many Sundays that I haven’t gone to church?  Who could count.  I stopped going to church a million years ago, have visited a few times because of weddings and funerals, but overall, church is not a thing for me.  Continue reading Sunday morning →

I used to think that liars were…well, just plain liars.  Now I have a different thought about them and I’ve grouped them in individual categories that feel comfortable to me.  Perhaps that’s what aging does, it allows you to see behind the mask and decide whether the action is acceptable or not even if it isn’t up to certain standards.  I don’t care for lying, I just simply accept it from almost everyone I know simply because they aren’t going to tell you the GAWD AWFUL TRUTH. Please, don’t think the whole world is lumped into that statement, there are three or four people that are exempt from it. Continue reading Liars →

I’m thinking that momparental said she was registering Riot for K-G about two weeks ago.  Yesterday I hear, via dadparental, that Riot wasn’t going to start school until next Monday – WTF?  Why is he starting a week late?  I made the trip to Vegas, picked up dadparental, we drove to the school to check and see if he was registered and dadparental wanted to get on the list for emergencies and visitations – you’d have to have followed the whole thing to figure there are issues between momparental and dadparental and Riot is the pawn that momparental wields as her favorite weapon.  Not to worry, there’s no kid registered at the school with dadparental’s last name, and yes, that’s the name on his birth certificate. Continue reading If memory serves me correctly →

Simple Linda never knew of people to beware.  She’s cried and sobbed and turned away, but still the tale is there.  Poor Riot didn’t go to school.  Momparental – her head was where? Continue reading Simple Linda Met a Pieman, going to the fair →

That’s what we played tonight at the PokerWorks Tournament on PokerStars.  It was triple draw…and painful.  Too many one card draws to 7s and 6s and miss, miss, miss.  P-U!  I got ousted after my fair share of bad draws and hung around to watch the finale.  Continue reading Badugi! →

the poker table waits for people to make it happen.  The table sets, at times alone, at times ringed with the heat of action and players waiting to join when the heat becomes unbearable for another.  A simple construction of felt or canvas, wood and metal, drink holders, dealer’s rack, a rail, and chips, the table becomes the magnet that brings everyone together in a universal melting pot.  Continue reading Like the storm waits for the wind to create it, →

funny, we bloggers are the future of scratchings in cyber – petroglyphs, the way some of us write (include me in that) it is like scratching stick figures on walls trying to tell a story.  So…here’s part of my story. Continue reading Petroglyphs in cyber →

that has nothing to do with nothing; just a ramble type of day.  It’s a balmy high 90 kind of day out here in the big “P” and I’m watching Glenda in a freeroll on Absolute Poker.  Of course I’m telling her to watch out, the Card Fairy may come out of coma zone shortly. Continue reading Let me be your guide on a little trip →

The little hateful freak isn’t there because I won big bucks but because of a strange twist of interdimensional storms in the fabric of time.  (Yes, I do  believe in the fabric of time and even wrote a book on magic and the element of time called ‘The Chapters of Time’ that I’ve never completely edited).  But back to the Card Fairy.  The little bitch got thrown off the radar beam she has on my ass and missed being able to intervene in a few hands yesterday during a tournament on PokerStars.  Continue reading The Card Fairy’s in Intensive Care →