It’s cooling off in the desert

As a matter of fact, I’m freezing my tush off tonight.  It’s 2:30ish a.m. and I’m considering the electric blanket and bed.  Yummy!  This little guy was supposed to come out today and stay with Grandmom for a few days.

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Ain’t that funny?  He gets a hair about something and he’s got to wear or play with it and don’t get in his way.  Anyway, he didn’t make it out today but should be here tomorrow – or today when I wake up – or something like that.  Then maybe he can catch those damn rabbits that he always tells me we have to catch. He’ll have me running and busy as hell while he’s here…sometimes that’s a good thing and sometimes not.

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This is one of my artistic children, Josh, the one that just had the surgery for cracked Aces…not really…burst appendix and this is one of his pieces of art.  Yah, you guessed it, my son is the one with the frame around him.

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I’ve been figuring my best move for RV skirting, the whole thing, and it’s a bit of a search and struggle, not to mention that it will cost a few bucks too.  And no, I don’t want hay bales or particle board or some hillbilly looking junk.  I also don’t want something that will be a bitch to tear down and dismantle when I want to hit the road.  I’ve been searching some vinyl and corresponding with a few different places that market it.  My one big concern is the wind and I don’t want to have the skirting shred pieces of the coach as it flies off across the mountains.  The skirting I’ve checked on has 5 inch pockets in the bottom to put in sandbags or weighted pipe, and also has tie downs every 5 feet.  Still checking…

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I’ve had an ugly run with poker again.  Tomorrow I plan on posting in the Chasing Chris Ferguson Blog.  And have a hand history to put in the post that still makes me wonder…yes…I’m being cheated.  Awwwww…just kidding!  I think the girls want to dump the project when it comes to the end of the time limit we gave ourselves and that’s next month.  If so, I think to just archive the blog and do all my posting here at Tango.  I barely have enough time to keep up with my regular work, let alone 2 blogs.  Still thinking…

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I had one of those retard, idiotic, where the fuck do they come from dreams last night.  I was in the coach with Riot and Darian and swarms of wasps started coming out of the vents in the ceiling, first in groups of 5 to 10 and then a flood and then I wasn’t in the coach anymore it had magically changed into a house and we were in a big kitchen, diving behind the counters and table and staying close to the floor.  I kept thinking…how am I going to get the bug spray and spray these bastards and as soon as I hit some of them with the spray, are they going to mass attack me?  And I wondered how to get Riot out of the house without him being stung.

Then it gets funny.  As we crouched below the table edge, peeking over it, three of them were picking up full bottles of beer with their little feet and flying in unison to carry the beer off, it was too heavy after a few feet and they dropped the bottle but more of their buddies were trying it and beer bottles were all over the floor, unopened.

Then there were groups of them – swarms – picking up things and flying in unison around the room.  I started to get up follow one large group that was carrying…who the hell knows what?…and the dream ended.

Time to check out the dream factor and see what I can tune into tonight.  G’nite!