Texas Hold 'Em Reigns Supreme

Over the next few months Shawn watched nothing on TV except those Poker shows on cable. ALL THE TIME. He became completely addicted and forced me to play with him. We did have a game in our own home and it went pretty well.

The best thing I learned was to make sure that next time the trash needed to be totally empty. Neither of us drink, but everyone brought their own beer and filled the trash and the counter top pretty quickly. So I learned a lesson.

On a side note, I don't have much against someone having a beer or 2 as long as they can hold it. I hate to be around drunks and alcohol almost destroyed my family as a child, so I guess I harbor some ill feelings. You drink it in my home, just don't be stupid about it.

Shawn has since played several games at Allan's house. I never go because I get up at 4:30am and stay awake past 9pm unless my goal is too sleep. See, if i actually want to sleep, I can't and become a zombie-like creature. We're having our second game here at the house this Friday. I, of course, am performing Flight of the Bumblebee in cleaning the house, afraid of what people might think of my housekeeping abilities if they spot a dust bunny. Deep down, I know no one really cares. But I care and that's when that obsessive-compulsiveness about me starts to lurk about.

At first I was dreading the whole thing a little but I'm starting to look forward to it. We'd already decided that when I become zombie-like, I'll push whatever chips I have left over to Shawn and let him play them. If people start to overstay their welcome...

I'm going to bed!

I think I'll be a little glad when this poker phenomenon is over. Has anyone else besides me noticed how it EXPLODED OUT OF NO WHERE? There's poker stuff in every store, of every brand. It's on TV all the time, on a third of the channels. Well, I do suppose that's all that's left after all the sex and violence.