Todays Highlights - Thunderstorms with Pouring Rains, Flooded streets followed by a Wide Rainbow
It rained outside for about 40 minutes. During that time it poured.
Dusting, Jennifer, Becky and I went for a ride in it.
Desert storms are so confined. We were on our way to Vo Tech Hill to watch the lightning show and drove out of the storm on the way. Then I made a u-turn, and drove back INTO the storm. The truck glided through the flood waters like a boat. People were playing in the instant rivers. The lightning put on quite a show too. In a short period of time, we had floods, pouring rain, lightning, thunder and in an instant, it was all gone. The only reminders we had that it ever happened were a rainbow, and sand trails left on the streets. Pretty cool.
Dustin was a pain today. I laid into him
Everytime I noticed him, he's doing something disgusting.
He was bored, and was laying belly down on the floor, kicking his feet, with his hands between his legs. I told him how it looked, but he kept doing it. (He did it in front of the school on the sidewalk, Monday). I raised my voice and he kept doing it.
Skip and I were talking about 99c shrimp cocktails.
If you've ever been to Vegas, you'd know that they are a specialty here. Dustin walks into me from behind. Then I apologized for hitting him with my butt when he walked into me. Skip and I resumed talking, and Dustin steps between us and says Jim, they say, um, gas is cheaper now than ever. I reprimanded him.
I asked Becky to help me with Dustin.
She should use her laptop's power to research ways to help him. She finds a quiz on manners. Dustin wanted to play, and he sat table with us, put his feet up on the seat and started picking his nose. I blew up! He picks his nose in my truck, at the dinner table, in the stores. This kid is just nasty.
He's eleven years old and still holds his silverware like an ape.
I showed him again, for the Nth time He just doesn't learn.
I told Dustin, either he listens, uses good manners, and tells the truth
or when we visit his grandmother tommorrow, we're leaving him with her.
I meant it too. I don't know about Dustin.
Either he's just stupid, in which case, he belongs in a cage, or he's rebellious in which case, he needs a good spanking.
This being nice crap...trying to talk to him doesn't sink in. He doesn't listen.
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This site was written for Las Vegas, then LouisVille. Now, it seems to be about anywhere. In these phlogs, you'll see a lot of my personal notes and pictures. I like to post my observations here to remember life and celebrate it. I'm not religious. I don't pray for good fortune. I'm ecstatically grateful for the gift of life and I think our time should be remembered and not taken for granted. I'm not a writer. I think pictures tell stories so much better than words. I love just about everything in this life, and, I guess that would have to include you. So, if you've seen me, don't be surprised if your picture is in here somewhere. Of all the critters, people are absolutely the most interesting. 
