I always feel like...somebody's WAAAATCHING me.

Rode 19 miles today. Nice, except for this giant "B" staying just ahead of me and staring at me the whole time. If it were a pile of cash with fake eyeballs, I could handle it. Or at least put a doughnut cover over it. Wisconsin is flat, mostly. Nice, though. I like being out of the city. Reminds me of Oklahoma a bit.

We have a "service assessment" team coming to our office this week to grade us on how we did on our record flooding last month. They say they are not there to grade us, but they are. I've been through this before. This time it's a national team with other mets and even law enforcement from around the country. The lawyers want to make sure we did everything right so we don't get sued. I'm not afraid, because we did a good job, and saved lives. One man died, unfortunately. He bet his friend bet 5ive bucks he could swim across a flooding drainage ditch, which ran under the road into the aqueduct system of Chattanooga. Then he jumped in and was swept away. His friend tried to save him but had to be rescued. They found the first man's body two days later a mile and half downstream of the place he jumped in. Sad, but we had a warning out and you just DON'T DO SUCH THINGS! Don't let your kids play around storm drains in the rain, don't drive into water running across the road. Don't. Don't. I deal with death all the time at work and I am so sick and tired of people who turn a nominal situation into a killer flood by being stupid or careless. In Tennessee, if you drive around a flood barricade, you will be ticketed for reckless driving, or arrested, and fined up to $2500 and then have to pay for the rescue. The government is sick of losing rescue workers' lives to morons who can't take care of themselves.

So am I.

Ok, I'm done. Tomorrow in seminary we learn Jacob 2-3. Big time, hard core, call to repentance, that I get to cover in one 40 minutes session with hormone stricken teens. They walk around and leave puddles of hormones all over the floor behind them. It's digusting. Ich.

A funny thing happened to me when I was learning how to text on my new phone. I had them copy all my contact from my old sim card. Great. Then I get home and have about five of each contact. What?? Well, so I decide to text Cindy, Stevie, and Loni to test it out. So I select their numbers and go. Fine. Then I get this message immediately from Loni saying "Who is this?". C'mon, Loni, it's dad. So I respond "Padre!" which is what she had me logged in as. Then I go on with my life. I get a call from "Loni" and try to answer but hit "reject call" instead. oops. Well, she'll call back. Then I call her and say, "Hey did you get my message?" No. You asked who I was. No, I didn't. Oh. Hmmm. Then I checked my contact list and the one I had for Loni is her old number. Oops. Somebody wonders who Padre is. His catholic priest, I guess. I told Cindy and we had a good laugh. So I deleted that contact.

Today I'm working and I decide to text Loni again. Type in "Hey, how's it going? I'm very proud of you. I love you so much." Then hit send. Within two minutes I get a call from "Loni" and this guy says "Why are you texting my wife?" Then it hits me. Again. I tried not to laugh, and just apologized for the mix up and said it was my daughter's old phone and they downloaded all my old phone data to my new phone. I am not texting your wife, Chris. He was not amused, but I was.

So I am deleting all my contacts and starting over. Best that I quit stalking Chris's wife, eh?