I did the normal procrastinate as any hick from the sticks would, finally got every thing packed up I thought I would need, including my own little coffee maker and coffee and coffemate creamer. I hate these little piece of shit coffee pots they have in the hotel with a little diaper filled with coffee in a brand that always tastes like it’s a cross between mud and tar – so the answer is to just bring my own. I’m hooked on Maxwell House French Roast. Now that I’m writing about it I can hardly wait to have my 1st cup tomorrow a.m. Continue reading Let’s talk PITA!
Monthly Archives: November 2009
Almost Show Time
Not for me, but the boys that are waiting to carve out a niche in the history of the WSOP. I can’t help but wonder if they are completely calm and relaxed, going nutzo, or in shell shock that it all starts to play down in a matter of hours now. Continue reading Almost Show Time
Who says there are only
24 hours in a day? I know for a fact there were at least 70 in today. It started at 5 a.m. when I woke up, got up to do the potty thing and couldn’t go back to sleep. Then I was out for the desert hike with Amy at 7:30. Back close to 9 and it was major property clean up time. Sis’s block/heat reflecting/privacy wall is finished. I helped started it but three butts was too much in the small space so I butted out and Vickie and Monte finished it. It looks great. Continue reading Who says there are only
Monday in the Desert
Anyway I think it’s Monday. Even with no scheduled time to really do anything – of course there’s always work – other than make an appointment to a Doctor or Dentist or meet with a friend, I still seem to manage to know when to pay my bills without being late. That’s really nice. As far as work goes, I work at odd hours and sometimes at banker’s hours. Continue reading Monday in the Desert
The RIOT came out to play
He was on a 4 day break from school, sick, had thrown up in class and momparental had to go pick him up – I was already in transit to Vegas when I found out the news. Momparental had things that needed to be done in government buildings and a slew of other things so the decision was made that he would go home with me as planned. He had a fever! SWEET!