No breathing room

yeah, there’s plenty of air.  I just can’t seem to find a spot to move that leaves me time to complete the jumble going on in my brain.  I have the boy, his Riotness, in my company since Saturday afternoon.  I had posted that momparental changed the game plan of my picking him up on Friday, etc., etc., etc.  Not to worry, the game plan got changed again.  I thought I was going to pick him up on Sunday, that would leave Saturday open to go to the celebration of life for Gordon Long – and allow me time to visit Aria later that evening.  Slap your face for making plans Linda! I got the text at 1 p.m. could I pick up Riot like NOW and take him?  OK.  I did.  No Aria, that’s another time.

I’m on my way into Vegas today to do some last minute things for friends and family and that means waking the boy up here in a few minutes to get ready.  The wind has been a real howler since yesterday…it rained earlier in the day and I really thought we’d have snow the way it was spewing and blowing, the sky dried up but left the wind to rage across the land and rock my little coche throughout the day and night.  I do hope the ‘hump’ is clear when we cross in a few hours.  It’s about 10 degrees colder – sometimes more – up there than it is here in the valley.

The truck driving duo got in on Monday.

Riot has never had a Santa Claus visit (I know…I know…how possible?) that’s why they make Christmas isn’t it?  I mean you can celebrate your belief  and faith in God anytime (and you should, it shouldn’t be reserved for all the commercialism of Christmas), so we are hanging a stocking for him, it will be filled with goodies and some small toys, and it will be his first.  I’m more excited than he is right now.

Riot seemed to feel he had something stuck in between two of his lower front teeth and after flossing and using a floss pick, nothing changed.  He said it felt funny, I looked, it wiggles…ruh-roh…teeth coming out time is hitting his small world.  I explained.  He got extremely sad and wanted to brush his teeth immediately to keep it from coming out.  Oh Dear!  We’ve talked about it more than once and he’s convinced he doesn’t want his teeth to come out.  Ain’t life sweet?

I haven’t been in the poker games other than the PokerWorks Family tourney, which 3 of us played.  I was so tired I couldn’t think, had multiple phone calls coming in, and Riot playing different games on the Wii wanting me to “LOOK, Grandmom!”  cmac, clearspine, and I ended up all in the money…imagine that?  Clearspine outplayed us as usual, and even though HE beat me on the river in several hands, I didn’t zing a comment at him about, “Nice river,” like he did me when I beat him in a hand.  The river is part of the game, right?  hahahahaaa, gotcha buddy.

Gotta run, laters.

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