Friday, January 2, 2009
We, Christi and I, love Poker, Texas Holdem, that is. One of the things we plan to do is play poker in all the great places we've seen on TV. Little c's game has really come along. We have had a game, tournament style, in our home for about 2 years now and the last 2 years we have gone to the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas for my birthday. Not to play in the tourneys; cost too much, just to watch and meet the poker stars. Very cool. It doesn't look like we will make it this year though. One of our 1st stops will be in the great state of Texas. Christi's daughter lives just outside Dallas and we have been asked to do some work on their home. Ching, we have officially started to line up jobs to fill the Land Cruiser Coffers. Ok, Ok, I know poker can cost money. We each have a very meager poker stake. Oh well, it will have to do.
Who: Mr. & Mrs Hargis What: Tour the united states and Baja Mex. Were: The southern, eastern, northern & western boarding states in the 1st year and then Baja. How: Sing for our site & supper along with odd construction jobs. When: June 1, 2009. Wow, were going to do it! As we prepare for our adventure we will blog our trials & tribulations, somewhat like toastfloats did it. Wish us luck.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
I'm lost. I long. I TOAST??? What in the world am I doing? This odd feeling has slowly taken over my senses. I find myself searching for something but I can't put my finger on it. I talk to my "God sent" wife, Christi, but I have no questions. I look into the eyes of passing humans only to find emptiness. Books, family, history, science? Nothing! Hmm. Internet, ok, calm, sand, a palm tree. Hmm, Sea of Cortez, ok enter. Aah photos, sea life, beaches, mmmmm. Sailing. Hmmm Toast? Ok click. Hmm read, read. I continue to read. Life, read, read, read adventure, sigh, read, read,read trials, read, read, read frustration, read, read, read. Mid-life crisis? BANG!!! Could this be it? I read this heroine's words and could not stop. Toast, hmm I like Toast. I ask my wife, "Honey, can we get a boat and sail off into to sunset?" "How big of a boat?" she asks. I say, "Well, oh say 25' ". "Kitchen and bath?" she asks with lowered eyes. "Ahh no", I reply "And why not?" she asks. "We can't afford fixtures," I reply. She says in a loving tone, "Not right now dear." "But Honey, Toast did it!" I exclaimed. "What is a toast? she asked. I pulled up Toast Floats on her lap top and she hopped around, laughed and got the gist of Toast. "Baby, we can't do that" she explained, "I know you were in the Navy, but we don't know enough about a sail boat to do that! Sorry." I was stunned, not because of the rejection of my 'off the wall' request. It was the tone in her voice. A tone that I've felt growing inside me for a long time. It was a tone of possibility! You see, I am on a dead run to 50 years of age, in July. Damn. My beautiful wife has just passed that milestone. Maybe she is feeling that emotional perculator too. "Honey, can we load up the motorhome and drive off into the sunset?" I ask. She answers, "That sounds so nice! Ok, lets go!" Once again my mind is blown, "Did she say yes?" I ask myself, "YES!!! YES she did!" Happy New Year, let the planning begin. I love Toast! I can now see Order in Chaos. I need a asprin. michaelhargis.com