I jolted out of a nice sleep around 4 a.m. It wasn’t the hour I chose but it was the time I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I did the coffee thang. Then put the motostat into ‘stow’ mode, and started locking down the slides and then out the door to unhook the electrical – BTW, you should haul that 25 foot cord around for an hour or so, talk about heavy! Unhook water lines, sewer line, and start jacking up to hitch up. I was on the road by 6:30. The traffic on the freeways here is unbelievable even at that time of day. Continue reading All jacked up and somewhere to go! →

When you buy a home, you have to live with the neighbors that are already there – or consider the fact that someone may move in that you can/cannot get along with. I recently moved to a new RV park, one neighbor was very quiet, appeared to work at night or disappeared into thin air somewhere because I never saw them or heard a noise, just a vehicle behind their coach every day. Continue reading Mobile may be the only answer →

But instead of dreaming, I was out in the heat, moving things from a storage unit back into Hyman Place. After stopping by the bank, slamming a $100 worth of diesel into the Steed, hitting the USPS that’s openseven days a week to send registered mail, and then food with my sweet boy and his sweet boy Continue reading What a day for a day dream… →

Ha! You’re thinking that I’m such a ninny butt, stupid wench, idiot thinking, LOA poker dealer, that I can’t even figure out that it’s a media pass. Wrong, El-idioso. The most amazing part of this whole WSOP is the media coverage that isn’t. CardPlayer is the do-all, die-all, bury-all, in this little monopoly of reporting. The rest of us can go shake a stick in a dark closet and hope that someone passes by andshouts out tous what’s going on, and even at that, our reporting is better than CardPlayer’s for the most part. Continue reading The Media PATCH! →

I’ve decided I’m going to havea very difficult time getting my own shopping cart to move my belongings around the streets of Las Vegas if I go broke (I’d better keep my job for awhile). Those carts are trained. They are trained to be obnoxious and veer off in a direction you don’t want them to go in. And they are trained to always have a bad wheel so they make a bonking sound like a flat tire running on a rim would make. But worse than that, they are trained to stop at a line. Continue reading The cart stops here. →

I had lunch today with Carole, and then we decided to go sit in the chair I’m going to marry, we took turns, and then I tried out the LandRoller skates. In the store of course. Weird. They would definitely take some getting used to, and at $249, I don’t have the time or desire. We gave up browsing The Sharper Image after we looked at a variety of fun and crazy gadgets and useful doodle-e-doos too. They had an amazing ant farm that’s got some strange looking gel in it, enclosed in a small plastic case, and after adding ants, Continue reading Window in the clouds →

Today is a day of rest for all the frazzled, worn out WSOP Championship Event players. Of course the ones that have already busted out are probably refreshed from screaming/crying/dying because they got knocked out and have spent all their ire and emotions focused on the dreaded final hand and the ‘donkey’ that busted them. The remaining 1,200 or so have to still be on edge and stressing over their chip position and who they will face when play begins again tomorrow. It’s got to be especially difficult because they’ve made it this far and now have to finish in the top 873 to hit pay dirt. Continue reading Standing on the edge →

I believe I should have the answer to that, after all, I AM AN INSANIAC. At this time, I’m barely able to cope with anything that is going on around me (no, it’s not a suicide thing or denial or hormonal). It’s because everytime I step forward, I have to go back and follow up with something that could/should have been accomplished the first time or the second time through…BUT NO-O-O-O! Just back up, run head first into the stone wall, repeat, repeat, repeat. Continue reading How do Insaniacs feel most of the time? →

The fine part of being a poker blogger is that people read you. Some of them read because they want to know more about the world of poker. Some of them read because they want to know if you’re writing something about them, especially if you’re writing something bad. That ‘bad’ part always cracks me up. What if you’re writing about what they do, say, or how they act? It could be bad but that part is dictated by them, not by the writer. For example, Phil Hellmuth had a few stellar moments in his Day 1B showing at the $10,000 buy-in tournament. And, I heard from a reliable source, that when he went bust and the announcer told the room, everyone in the room applauded. So the truth is that his behavior is bad, it’s not that someone is writing ‘bad’ things about him. There are a zillion more stories about other players just like that one. ‘Name Brand’ players just get more press when they act like butt heads. Continue reading Blogs, readers, and everything in between →