The boy – Mr. Riot – went home on Thursday evening after arriving the 1st part of July.  He spent one week at home this summer, other than that, he’s been with me, Dan, and Scout.  It seems strange not to have to think food at a certain time, brush your teeth, get a shower, don’t do this, do do that, etc.

At one point, a number of years ago, I thought about adopting a child since I had a decent home and a million years of knowledge in child raising (it feels that way sometimes) and the fact that I have a spot in my head that loves to be caring and helping — but then I slapped myself and woke up!  But if something happened where I had to raise any one of my grandkids, I would take them in a heartbeat.  I do not want to raise another child and seeing a pregnant woman kind of makes me feel sick to my stomach; figure a kid really never ‘gets raised’ in this day and age so you’re looking at a life sentence.  <-  From a mother of three and grandmother of nine.

I do love them more than life but having your own freedom and choices is pretty important to me.  I don’t need their drama to get by, I lived through my own and it’s painful, I’d rather not be reminded of it by reliving it through theirs. And then there’s the matter of money.  Mine usually ends up being theirs.  Instead of making prudent choices all these years, I blew off a lot on their choices. We grew up together though and had hard spots and thorns at times but I’d like to think we survived it, we’re family, and we all care very much for each other.

How I took off with that whole line of thought is beyond me. In all honesty, I’ve pondered the thought off and on over the years  if I could go back and change my life to no children, would I choose that?  As many times as I asked myself, the answer was always, “No!” I would never change having shared their lives.

Enough on that.

An update on me.  I just had a crown put on a lower molar about 6 weeks ago, chewing away yesterday on something with a little bit of substance to it and I felt a hard spot.  Ruh-roh!  I knew it had to be a tooth, it was the crown.  Now I have to force myself out of bed early Monday and see if I can get an appointment with my dentist for the same day, late PM to get it ‘pinned’ (I don’t think the base will hold without it) and cemented back on. Shit, I’ve had so many issues with my teeth.

I’m off to see a surgeon on Monday in Vegas for girl-related things.  Boo!  I hate the thought of surgery but I will be glad to have it over and done with.  Just need to see what the doctor says and go from there.

Out of the update on me.  The weather here in the desert is great.  The wind has decided to blow itself off to hell and we haven’t had any for a few days, the nights are cooling off nicely and it is even c-c-c-cold along about 3-4 am.  The days aren’t half bad either but I don’t go hang out in the sun – I stay indoors once the temps go up.

I’m in a rut in the online poker games at the WSOP.com.  Can’t seem to make a move up lately.  If I pick up a hand — or even if I want to try and steal — I can’t get away with a few chips.  I know, I know…it’s the game. I’ve been trying to put my butt in a seat every day, playing small guaranteed tournies now like the $3.30 Rebuys because of bankroll size.  If I don’t book a win in xx days or so, I’ll have to buy in again.  UGH!  I’ll stick with baby steps and see what I can do.

Laters…