Monthly Archives: July 2013
Pictures of dis, dat, and udder stuff








Well, I can now show you all that we have indeed had some rain!





A day in the Valley with Erin.







Just some pictures from a Sunday drive before picking up Erin.
Round 2 Day 2
Everything with ML has been fairly easy to date. She’s polite, she eats, she answers questions, and she talks. Easier to deal with than Shirley actually. Shirley you have to ask questions in multiple ways and she still may not answer or acknowledge your presence. Shirley seldom eats or drinks.
Rain
We’ve had at least 2 inches of rain since it started a few days ago. On the way into Vegas last night we came across the remains of a hail storm. They had to bring out the snow plows to remove the hail from the roadways and Joe told me that there was over 6 inches on the ground.
July 4th
Tomorrow is the 4th and we hope the start of a very good weekend. With the rain all things become safe again. Fireworks, B-B-Q’s, campfires and general outdoor life this weekend can resume in a normal fashion.
Be happy.
Round 2, Day 1
Marylou arrived yesterday around 1 p.m. She was pleasant and polite and grateful even. Compliments all around. Loves Erin, but who doesn’t, right? Tori’s a nice and beautiful girl. (Sucking up to Tori never hurts.) Nina’s a wonderful cook.
Rain!
Wow, did we have rain yesterday! Over an hour of rain left 1 inch of rain behind. It was greatly needed and appreciated! It also gave me a chance to grade my parking lot without inhaling 3 pounds of dust.
Nothing else to report.
Growing old sucks. I won’t live like ML or Shirley, I own guns.
Rain
We had a bit of rain last night. Not enough to leave behind puddles, but still rain.
Today is the day. ML returns. I’m calling this “round 2”. She has been telling people at Vida that she wants to return to Chicago. If she acts up here again, she’ll be Chicago bound as soon as we can find her housing in an acceptable home.
We had a domestic in the parking lot this morning around 5 a.m. I called the cops, but the idiots were gone before the cops arrived. She was the aggressor. I gave the cops the plate number.
We get a lot of strange here at night.
Soy based products are never a substitute for real meat!