What the Pointer Sisters said. “I’m so excited!!!” After almost seven weeks of being ‘carless’ it feels like Christmas is coming early. And with everything that’s been done to it, it’s a complete rebuild on the engine. I should be able to drive that baby until I’m 90 or so. WOOT! It will probably last a lot longer than I will.
It’s windy in the desert today. Really windy, but overall the weather has been funtastic and very enjoyable.
Now that the weather is out of the way, how about that human poker machine Chris Moorman — I want to play like that! Imagine how many triple crowns and titles he will hold before he’s as old as my jeep. Funny comparison, I know.
Poker, I haven’t hit the WSOP.com online the last few days because I’m getting all of my last-minute tax BS ready for my tax person tomorrow, we have a date tomorrow afternoon to hash it all out and figure out if I should just go for suicide or get ready to pay, pay, pay. I wish I made more money and then I wouldn’t feel like I do about it all. Once in awhile I think of that old saying that ‘the only sure thing in life is death and taxes.’ Umnhhhh! Not a fan of either one.
The last time I did play online, I played — by accident — an $18 buy-in $9 knockout bounty tournament. I made $45 in knockout bounties and got knocked out about 8 out of the money so I made money. I butted heads with the chip leader when I flopped top pair (Jacks) with a decent kicker and he shoved all-in. I even thought about it before calling but I did call. He rivered me with a king for a pair, I was good to go before that and if I’d won that hand, I may have won the tournament because I was second in chips when he busted me.
Then I put too much value on A-J off twice in the $5.50 $1,000 guarantee that night. I had a lot of chips and got carved down to grumble-bug status the first time and busted out the second time. I’m not even a fan of A-J, but the conditions were right.
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My poor little Scout managed to break one of her toenails on the right front foot completely off, down to the quick. Not sure how she did it but it happened yesterday. She’s so damned busy chasing cars and trucks up and down the fence when they speed down the street, that she may have done it then. It’s a very clean break. I’ll track it for a few days and make sure it doesn’t get infected or go all ugly, if it does, she’s off to the vet. She needs to go anyway for her rattlesnake booster, I just haven’t had a way to get her there. But…YAHOO…the jeep is coming home.
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The latest edition of The View from the Box went up five days ago. If you haven’t been there, go catch up because the next one is going up soon. And remember, if you’re a dealer and want to contribute some of your dealing stories to the online history book I started with The View from the Box, send me a line, or three. 🙂
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I had one of those hateful stress dreams again last night/early a.m. It kept repeating each time I woke up and looked at the clock wondering if I should just go ahead and crawl out — or try to sleep a little longer and torture myself. I know it’s related to the Jeep and the taxes but OMG, they are hateful dreams. Usually always about dealing poker, and this one was.
I was somewhere, in a building with rooms and hallways, and I needed a job…jump instantaneously forward to a busy poker room and someone (who the hell knows who) hired me to deal that evening shift.
In the part of my head that is reasoning, this isn’t even a possibility. You have to apply, go through a credit check, go through a drug test, go to orientation, grow facial hair, submit a lip print and a pint of blood…OK, just kidding on the last few but it’s a process that doesn’t “just” happen overnight.
In my dream I was trying to figure out how I was going to tap a dealer out in 15 minutes when I didn’t have a work shirt or slacks appropriate for the job, and frantically searching for the guy that hired me to tell him I was going to be late (late is always a key factor in these dreams), and someone standing next to me told me to go to the employee’s uniform supply and borrow a shirt for the night. Great idea! Except that you have to have an ID card to do that and I had nothing. Somewhere in the darkness of this nightmare, I finally gave up, and woke up. Kee-rist! I hate these dreams.
A month ago I dreamt about Howard Lederer. WTF? We were somewhere chatting and shopping. Is that not insane? But that didn’t appear to be stress related, just hanging out, and when I woke up it was vividly implanted in my thoughts. No…no romance or inclination there, just a crazy dream out of space. I have dreamt of Suzie Lederer more than once from way back when we worked together at The Mirage and through some of the Bellagio days. It’s almost as if there’s an invisible cord somewhere that goes back to another lifetime. Sure I believe in that…don’t you?
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Time to fly…my broom isn’t broken and I need to start sailing into the rest of my tasks for the day and get ready to head for Vegas tomorrow. Laters…