The property next door…barbed thorn in the brain, stab in the eye, rip in the ear drums for almost two years now. The place is once again vacant. It’s a nice house, dark brown wood floors, 2 bedroom, 2 bath, mostly fenced and sets on an acre of land. But the people that have rented aren’t nice people IMHO. Continue reading The great turtle rescue
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Crazy Daze at home
Spending your time out in the sticks would appear to be one of relatively quiet days with nothing but the wind going on and the quail and doves chirping at each other as they try to kick the others ass off of the bird block. The birds are squabbling with each other but there’s always more going on than that. I went out to throw garbage in the can and smelled propane a week ago. Yummy! That’s a smell that makes you want to go somewhere else for a lot of reasons. Continue reading Crazy Daze at home
Not much going on but the wind
Well…there is a little more than that but the wind is outdancing itself right now, having a real session of inviting everything to join in and tumble across the land at excessive speeds guaranteed to send you reeling and crashing into objects that you would do better to miss. Leaving the wind outside where it belongs, I have a few pictures to share. Continue reading Not much going on but the wind
The WSOP November Nine and Home on the Horizon
Today I head for home. I will be so happy to be there once again, staring out the window at the finches on the sock, the quail and doves running around on the ground picking up anything the wrens and finches knock down for them, and trying to get MOI into some regular pattern again with exercise and work. Continue reading The WSOP November Nine and Home on the Horizon
Vegas and the November Nine
I hit Vegas on Thursday and Friday. Thursday was for a custody hearing on the Rioteer. I’m pleased that Riot will now spend equal time with both his parents; perhaps they can all act their age and things will improve. On Friday I came in to get settled at Gary and Marie’s place and get ready for the WSOP November Nine extravaganza. I also met Jennifer Newell on Friday for late lunch at the Gold Coast and that’s where I ran into her and AlCantHang at the bar. We talked about a variety of things and the subject went to body piercings after I showed Jennifer my inner Conch opal barbell piercings. Ah-h-h-h-h…well…you would have to be there! Continue reading Vegas and the November Nine
The cast of characters in Montana
Realizing that many of these people are still alive and kicking and those that have passed on can’t come back to bite me in the ass, I will still relate the Montana Poker Tales to the best of my memory. If anyone out there, living or dead, or living dead, or dead while they are living disagrees, simple leave me a comment. This is, after all, my story and I can tell it however I want but hearing your side of it would be great for my poker memory archive. 🙂 Continue reading The cast of characters in Montana
The road to Las Vegas
It seems that I’ve been there more lately. Friday I had the honor of picking up the Rioteer and bringing him home with me for a few days. It was a pleasant surprise but he was demanding and knew everything and his ears are painted on. They simply do not work. He’s been this way before and if I didn’t love him so much, I’d be forced to tie him to a chair with a kerchief stuck in his mouth for a half a day just to get him to slow down and SHUT UP! Continue reading The road to Las Vegas
Today is a birthday – no poker content
WARNING: This is personal, has nothing to do with poker, it’s part of my life. You may want to go somewhere else and do your daily reading today. Continue reading Today is a birthday – no poker content
Thinking back
Even after a few days of trying to think about the order of how things happened, where I started to recognize the fact that there was a game in the back room, it still eludes me. I’m sure there was a game in the back room, along with the two pan games that ran every day, but I really wasn’t aware of it. Continue reading Thinking back
One step back
I feel the need to add a small glimpse of my history to the ongoing Oxford story. In order to appreciate my own insanity and addiction with poker, it might be easier to explain (without going into too much detail) that my earlier life was fraught with family death, family illness, (more than one family member in both circumstances), and the eternal struggle to put food on the table and pay the rent – in other words B-r-o-k-e, a lot of moves to different states, and general quicksand traps along the way. I won’t even begin to say that I handled anything well, in truth, I really didn’t know how to handle anything and that was another issue that surfaced for me years later. I never had options although I did have choices and I made some bad ones. But those were more related to husbands and relationships and since I never had two thin dimes to rub together, I didn’t make bad financial choices…until I became a poker junkie. Continue reading One step back