Tonight – Sunday the 13th at 21:00ET.  Password ‘donkeys’ buy-in $5. $.50.  PokerStars is the place, 7 card stud 8 or better is the game.  Look for Tournament  ID 192541574.  Hope to see you there.

This day still fills my heart with sadness, my thoughts with a despairing darkness that mankind destroys everything. Peace should reign supreme, will it?

It’s been simplistically hectic as hell.  there’s always something to do, some place to be, a phone call to make, an email to answer – you know the drill, you live it every day.  I made a zag into Vegas on Wednesday and had plans to meet Steve for breakfast at Mimis Cafe, along with a few other projects for the day.  The breakfast was great, the company was great, and then the exceptionally great part happened.  I told Steve I had to go to the old digs and load up some Windsor Stone to bring to the new digs.  He asked if I wanted some help.  Holy Shit!  A person that barely knows me offering to do real physical labor in the desert heat…unreal Lucille. Continue reading The daze go on →

at least if you suck air it continues to run out in front of you.  Just watch out for the holes.  And the speed bumps!  And keep on moving. Continue reading The road stretches out →

I opened an email from a dear friend today; it contained the following message: Continue reading WOW! →

I remember the day, for a lot of reasons, one part of it is quite depressing and I spent an hour with frustrated and helpless tears streaming down my face.  Sure, I cry.  The tears have to do with a horrible experience I’m watching with my son and it’s a ball of ‘this has to happen for that to happen to take care of this to solve that – restart the loop.’  Continue reading Monday came and went →

This will mark how many Sundays that I haven’t gone to church?  Who could count.  I stopped going to church a million years ago, have visited a few times because of weddings and funerals, but overall, church is not a thing for me.  Continue reading Sunday morning →

I used to think that liars were…well, just plain liars.  Now I have a different thought about them and I’ve grouped them in individual categories that feel comfortable to me.  Perhaps that’s what aging does, it allows you to see behind the mask and decide whether the action is acceptable or not even if it isn’t up to certain standards.  I don’t care for lying, I just simply accept it from almost everyone I know simply because they aren’t going to tell you the GAWD AWFUL TRUTH. Please, don’t think the whole world is lumped into that statement, there are three or four people that are exempt from it. Continue reading Liars →

I’m thinking that momparental said she was registering Riot for K-G about two weeks ago.  Yesterday I hear, via dadparental, that Riot wasn’t going to start school until next Monday – WTF?  Why is he starting a week late?  I made the trip to Vegas, picked up dadparental, we drove to the school to check and see if he was registered and dadparental wanted to get on the list for emergencies and visitations – you’d have to have followed the whole thing to figure there are issues between momparental and dadparental and Riot is the pawn that momparental wields as her favorite weapon.  Not to worry, there’s no kid registered at the school with dadparental’s last name, and yes, that’s the name on his birth certificate. Continue reading If memory serves me correctly →

Simple Linda never knew of people to beware.  She’s cried and sobbed and turned away, but still the tale is there.  Poor Riot didn’t go to school.  Momparental – her head was where? Continue reading Simple Linda Met a Pieman, going to the fair →