Let’s see, Riot turned 10 weekend before last. I had a birthday last weekend, my oldest son, Dan, had a birthday today. My friend and neighbor, Amy, has a birthday on the 12th. And tomorrow is Mother’s Day. To all of you, male or female, that helped, or are helping raise a child, here’s wishing you a happy Mother’s Day. Perhaps said child/ren will find it in their heart to shower you with love and devotion for all of your effort but I’m guessing not…at least not until they get older.
Riot was here on my birthday, I went in to the bedroom he shares with Dan when Riot’s here for an overnight stay, a few minutes after midnight while they were both jamming up World of War Craft and said, “Hey, it’s my birthday!”
Dan wished me a happy one, Riot who has been trying to convince me to let him spend $25 of his birthday money on a World of War Craft mount, has a case of the ass with me because I haven’t given in to his demands yet. From Riot, “Who cares?”
Aw-w-w-w gee, you little meany-butt!
It’s been over 10 days since he got started with the nag on buying the mount — a frivolous expenditure for a digital fix that would last only until he saw another one he wanted and he already has about 70 of them that he’s earned and won. He will make a great wife someday if nagging is a requirement. He’s approached the subject in so many different ways and reasoned it out before he presents it that I believe he would make a great politician — or a dog that is fixated on a particular bone and you can’t change their mind…even with a doggy snack.
He did get a snake from Momparental, a ball python, crate and all came to my house when Riot came out. It was a first, and a last. The snake really wasn’t a problem, but I’m not big on reptiles or crawly things and we were trying to make sure it ate so we bought a pinky mouse — one from the pet store still on mom’s teat. If the snake had just eaten it, I could have dealt with that. But it didn’t, the mouse lived on and on and on and on. WTF? The object was to see if the snake would eat, otherwise I’d have flushed it down the toilet within five or six hours of getting it. I felt horrible about the whole thing. Probably not as horrible as the mouse felt, but it is what it is.
I ended up spending $ on damned snake things – like an under-the-bottom heater and a few things. Sick. OK, I’m done with that topic now.
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I had planned to play the WSOP.com freeroll for a $10K seat to the Main Event this last Saturday. What an idiot. I didn’t qualify for the event. I may not qualify for the next two, (I think it is), either. Oh well. I am curious as to how much action the World Series of Poker coming to town will bring in. I’m ahead of the game, and play when I feel like it, so it’s a win-win. But I would love a shot at a $10K ME entry.
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I have mentioned Sylvia Hart more than once in my blog, good friend and a wonderful person, but did I mention that her ex-husband, Mike Hart AKA Mike Harthcock, finished in 2nd place in the Main Event? Yuppers, 1986, the year that Berry Johnston won it. This picture recently surfaced on Facebook:
She’s as beautiful now as she was then. Him? No idea! They are friends, they have grown children, but other than that I don’t know anything about him. I have the feeling that his poker wins/losses were what sent her out into the job market.
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The latest View from the Box is up here.
And I’m out for the night. A tornado came up here in the desert about six hours ago. If it isn’t a tornado, it’s an alien space craft shooting wind across the desert to see how long our houses will stand. UGH! I hate these bastards, but I must say, taking them in a house vs. taking them in an RV is 100,000 percent better. G’nite.