It’s late

for the gal that used to stay up until 5 or 6 a.m.  It’s midnight, my butt’s dragging.  I made the trip into Vegas on Thursday to my dentist’s office to see the ‘waxing’ – that would be the way the new veneers, crowns, and magic would all go together to correct my bite.  HA!  Apparently the lab had picked them back up that a.m. because the matrix was off.  I have no idea what that means.  Oh well! 

Marie met me for lunch, and for a change, I got to buy.  Yah, it’s a bitch getting around her and the meal ticket.  The lunch was great and we caught up on what’s been going on with each other.  Soon Gary and Marie will be heading back to Iowa for the summer.  I’m dumbfounded by that at times.  They both play poker almost every day and yet they leave Las Vegas before the best part of the poker season hits, the WSOP.  We’ve talked about it, it’s just what they do.  Damn!!!

I stopped up by the house and Riot wanted to come home with me.  So he did!  He’s asleep on the hide-a-bed sofa right now after wearing himself down to a semi-conscious kid from playing games, dancing and jumping to a Ninja Turtles movie, and just never slowing down all day.  I made him lay down with me for a nap.  I slept, he didn’t.  Usually he’s out for 2 or so hours every day, but not today.  We went shopping for clothes for his B-day today.  I always buy him a toy when he’s with me, this time I decided it should be only clothes.  He got to give me the ‘yay’ or ‘nay’ and we bought a big birthday gift bag to put them into.  He thought it was great.  We ordered his cake on the way out of town on Thursday and he picked what he wanted – finally – after changing his mind three times.

I hate poker.  I hate poker.  I hate poker.  It’s the ugly sack of crap, can’t win, can’t beat one guy heads-up.  I think I’m just never going to overcome it.  A-A snapped by 7’s.  9-9 snapped by A-9.  A-J against 7-7, catch an ace, river a 7.  It’s just repeat nightmare in every hand.  I hate poker.

The wind is back up and being a miserable bitch.  I’d love to be out on the property doing some projects to get ready for summer, but…

And as far as deep cell batteries go, they died.  The alarm for propane gas started going off again a few days ago, deep cell dead city.  The heat is gone from my little Splendide washer/dryer (the day after the deep cells died).  I had the thermostats here for the Splendide (bought them from the guy that fixed it about 3 months after I moved into the coach) and replaced them, but apparently it’s not the problem.  Now I have to call Splendide to see if there’s a repair person in this area.  Sucks the big one.  I suppose three years is about right for everything to start going wrong right!  I keep focusing on the positive, things are good, things are great, things are going right.  *cartwheel – pom poms waving*

Things are going so right that I’m going to sleep and wake up to a new Cinderella Story tomorrow.