and have some fun tomorrow at 21:00 ET – PokerStars as usual. ‘donkeys’ is the password, the cost is $5. + $.50 – you won’t get rich if you win, but you will have fun claiming that you bested all the donkeys. Look for ‘PokerWorks Family’ under the ‘private’ tab or search tournament ID 206313511. And don’t be late! *EDIT – HOLY SHIT – I can’t even get the Tournament # right, try this one #206187063 – and if that fails, go to ‘tourney’>’private’ and scroll to the 25th at 21:00 – PokerWorks Family.
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Fridays are for
who knows what? I used to have the Friday thing when I worked as a legal secretary, but got right out of the Friday mode when I became a poker deal – since Friday falls on any day of the week that is your last day of work before the weekend. I won’t profess to being in the mood to sit here and pen. I’m not. I will profess to feeling that it’s time I did. So…
I’m sorry to report
the word “Grandmom” is completely worn out. If any of you ever thought about using it, you will have to wait for it to refresh throughout the next cycling of word repair. Is it possible for someone to create a counter that one could wear on their person and actually count the number of times a particular word was used? My buddy Riot did the ‘Grandmom’ thing at least 3,870 times while he was here during the weekend. We did have a really good time. Saturday was his day to kick dirt – and he did. He went home to momparental on Sunday and called me Sunday night to tell me to come and get him after school tomorrow. It’s nice to be loved.
Life is such a great teacher
the only way to know how you scored is to be able to face yourself every day. Think about it! Is it a game where other people grade you? No, it’s an experimental experience to see if you like you when it’s all said and done and the lights go out at night. OK, enough mind melt for now… Continue reading Life is such a great teacher
Let’s Talk Poker
It’s everywhere. You can’t find a bare spot on the poker reporting shelves and every little scent of news becomes big news – even if it’s not newsworthy – and ends up on the web, in a magazine, in a newspaper, or a blog. Go figure that once all of the bad beats have had the shit beat out of them by airing them everywhere – and hand history reports are pasted, posted, discussed – what else is there to talk about that hasn’t been aired? Not much…the next new tournament that’s springing up in outer JunkVille? Continue reading Let’s Talk Poker
Time for the PokerWorks Family H.O.R.S.E. tourney
First things first. First I’m extremely tired, dragging ass, ready to fall over on the floor and sleep where I land tonight since I’m not sure I have the energy to make it to bed. What a long frigging day. Continue reading Time for the PokerWorks Family H.O.R.S.E. tourney
Ring Dang Do
I thought I was going to do the whole skirting project today and get it out of my way. The wind fixed me right up. When I started, the air was calm, it was a wonderfully gentle temperature, and I managed to get all of the skirting hung except the part that goes under the fold-up stairs…that part is going to take a bit of ingenuity on my part since we kind of had it jury-rigged from last year and the jury is hung now. Continue reading Ring Dang Do
Ze Cacti Bed
Feeling pretty damned chipper about myself right now, almost patting me on the back. My cacti bed is almost done. I need a coupla bags of decorative stone to fill in some spots and lay around in a few odd places but for all intents and purposes, I finished it up today.
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The loop starts again…
somethings just bear repeating. Like music. You get a song caught somewhere, echoing around and around, jumping back into your immediate thought as soon as some other trivial thing that required your attention is gone. My looper right now is this one:
A few things have become quite clear
Dogs rarely live past 11 or 12 years of age because they never get a good night’s sleep. Their bodies can’t take the terminal stress of waking and barking, prowling and growling, need to make sure everyone knows they are not sleeping well, that goes on constantly over a 24 hour period every day of their life. Think about it. If we never rested, we would expire at a much earlier age also. I still have no sympathy for dogs and their shitty, sleepless habits. I stayed at the old digs the other night, it was a night of torture and unrest, thanks to the dogs around the neighborhood – the dog that lives at the old digs had to sleep outside for the night because another dog needed boarding and they both weren’t allowed in the house so the two of them made the block party and kept it rocking. And there’s no Sleep Number Bed there either. *Sniff*