Photo Art Phriday, Balloons!

 I wanted to try to get out and take some shots this week, but, alas, my days were busy.  I went back through the pictures and I found a few that I had not posted a couple from the balloon rally.

 I began to think they were not artistic enough, I mean, yeah, they are colorful, but if you look at the other entries at Photo Art Friday, well, I think my photos began to pale...there are some REALLY great photos there!  So, I gave one of my shots another go.  That is below.

Yeah, my shots kind of just aren't up to snuff this week.  On the bright side, you can see some good ones at Pixel Dust!  Here! 

I was driving through town this afternoon.  The guy in front of me braked quickly, I braked quickly also, seeing that the guy in front of him had suddenly decided to turn into a crowded parking lot just past the stoplight.  About that time, I checked my mirror.  The guy behind me was not quite as quick on the brake.  I heard the tires squeal, and braced my foot on the brake.  He hit me alright.  No doubt about it.  I felt it pretty good.  I thought for sure there was a bit of a dent in my bumper.  We pulled over and I found the guy that hit me was an employee of the Washington State Department of Transportation.

He looked positively pale.  He looked very unhappy and quite worried.  I don't know if he thought I'd be angry or if he was just worried that working for the DOT this would not look good on his record.  I'm not exactly what people call threatening, and I was in a pretty good mood since I knew it wasn't my fault, so I figured it was the latter reason that was de-coloring him so.  I looked at the cars.  There was no damage.  Surprising since cars are made of tinfoil these days.  Still, I was happy to let it go as an OOOPS moment if he was.  He visibly relaxed when I said as much.  I wonder what those DOT bosses do to their employees when they get into an accident.

I taught today.  I had a kid that hasn't been working at all this week.  Today he was talking with his tablemates so much that they weren't working either.  I grew tired of his shenanigans and told him he should move to another table.  He said he wasn't going to.  I rephrased it, and said he WOULD move to another table.  He stood up and said he wasn't going to listed to this "F-----g F----t."  I immediately lost my friendly demeanor and pointed at the door.  I said, "Office.  Now."

I called up the Vice principal and said I was sending "Bill" to the office for disrespect and disruption of class.  The VP said, "Bill Smith?"  I said, "Ha-ha-how did you know?" (We have a LOT of "Bills" in that school)  Then I said, "Ahh, frequent flyer, huh?"  He said, "Send me an e-mail."  I only saw the kid once more, when he brought the science book back, in a much more respectful way than I expected.

All-in-all, it was a pretty good day.  REALLY it was.