The other day an old friend of mine from college said something that really irritated me. The more I think of it, the more it pisses me off. He currently lives in Washington state and wrote a blog about how his area got pounded with the big storms. He talked about the damage and said he felt like he was living in Florida. On his myspace profile he had a couple of pictures from Florida and has made some other comments about Florida.
So I innocently wrote him, wished him luck with the storm, and asked if he had previously lived in Florida. He responded back almost immediately and said that he had lived in Florida off and on for about 10 months over the past few years. He's a claims adjuster, and has been working on insurance claims from the storms. Then he went on to say that Florida is the most God awful place in the world and that he would rather live in Iraq than Florida, etc.
Excuse me? He is entitled to his opinion, but *ahem*... I LIVE HERE! And I happen to love my home very much. I think this is one of the most beautiful places to live. I am surrounded by green tropical plants, tons of birds and animals, the most beautiful beaches, and some of the best boating in the world. Aside from that there is never a lack of things to do, and I love the cultural mix of people that you meet. I literally have friends from around the world. Granted there are some bad things and downsides to living in South Florida, but there are bad things about anywhere.
He doesn't have to like Florida, but at least take your friends into consideration before you tell them that their home is the crappiest place in the world. And the comment that he made about rather living in Iraq really pisses me off. If you would rather live in Iraq, then sign your butt up for the Army and get your ass over there. I don't find comments like that funny at all. Why doesn't he get over there and let my cousin and a few of my friends come home. There are thousands of men and women over there dying or becoming seriously wounded every day. Don't make jokes about it, it's really not funny at all.
And by the way... we don't like claims adjusters that well. They are the agents of the greedy insurance companies that steal our money and don't want to pay out when our roof gets ripped off our house.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I think my mom is trying to kill me
Recently I decided that it would be a good idea to do a little working out. I even switched health care plans this coming year just so I could take advantage of the free membership to a gym that they are offering. Instead of waiting until January, I decided to get a head start by working out at home a little bit. To help motivate me, I asked for a bunch of workout paraphernalia for Christmas. My parents really got into the spirit of it all, and included one of those big exercise balls. It even came with a DVD to show you how to use it.
I almost died. Do you realize how dangerous those things are? No only did I almost roll off it about a million times, I almost broke my nose a few different ways. The first time I was laying on the ball and was supposed to walk forward with my hands until my shins were resting on the ball. The end result was supposed to be push-ups. They people make it look so easy. Do they understand that the rest of us have to deal with something called gravity? I darned near broke my nose when I went a little too fast... strait into my couch.
Then there was the other time when I was supposed to be flat on my back. I was supposed to pick up the ball with my ankles and and lift my legs up until I looked like an L. Then from there I was supposed to continue on and bring my ankles further back until I touched my toes to the floor behind my head. YEAH RIGHT! It wasn't going that well to begin with, but it went downhill when my legs gave out and I dropped the ball on my face.
Maybe I need to start with some more simple moves.
I almost died. Do you realize how dangerous those things are? No only did I almost roll off it about a million times, I almost broke my nose a few different ways. The first time I was laying on the ball and was supposed to walk forward with my hands until my shins were resting on the ball. The end result was supposed to be push-ups. They people make it look so easy. Do they understand that the rest of us have to deal with something called gravity? I darned near broke my nose when I went a little too fast... strait into my couch.
Then there was the other time when I was supposed to be flat on my back. I was supposed to pick up the ball with my ankles and and lift my legs up until I looked like an L. Then from there I was supposed to continue on and bring my ankles further back until I touched my toes to the floor behind my head. YEAH RIGHT! It wasn't going that well to begin with, but it went downhill when my legs gave out and I dropped the ball on my face.
Maybe I need to start with some more simple moves.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
What I'm reading now
I just finished "The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls.
I normally don't read memoirs, but I really enjoyed this one. This was one of those books that you could pick up and finish in a few short sittings. It was perfect to read on an airplane ride.
Jeannette Walls talks about growing up in her anything but conventional family. She started out at around the age of 3 when she caught her clothes on fire while cooking herself a hot dog. Her family was living in a trailer somewhere out in the desert out west. They moved around like nomads in California, Nevada and Arizona, living mostly in small mining towns. Her parents seemed incapable of keeping jobs for any amount of time. Once they exhausted their supplies and started owing too much money, they would do "the skedaddle" and move on to the next place. They settled for some time in Arizona, and eventually ended up in Welch, West Virginia, which is a small coal mining town in Appalachia.
The thing that I appreciated most about this book is that it was written in a very matter-of-fact way. Jeannette Wall's life was very rough. She grew up so poor she resorted to picking through garbage to eat. But she didn't present it in a "poor me, feel sorry for me" way. It was just the reality that she knew, and she just presented the facts. She even told some of the stories with a bit of humor, such as the "loose-juice" room, which refers to their kitchen with electrical wiring that was less than perfect. She goes on to tell how she was able to rise up out of her situation and make a good life for herself in New York.
At no point does Jeannette Walls look back on her life with pity or shame. She admits in her book that she is sometimes embarrassed by her past or her mother who is now living as a vagrant in New York, but she never writes in a way that asks you to feel sorry for her.
This book gets 4 out of 5 stars for me. It's a great little book, perfect for a book club pick. It's a very quick read, so it's perfect for the holidays when you might not have a ton of time to dedicate to reading.
I normally don't read memoirs, but I really enjoyed this one. This was one of those books that you could pick up and finish in a few short sittings. It was perfect to read on an airplane ride.
Jeannette Walls talks about growing up in her anything but conventional family. She started out at around the age of 3 when she caught her clothes on fire while cooking herself a hot dog. Her family was living in a trailer somewhere out in the desert out west. They moved around like nomads in California, Nevada and Arizona, living mostly in small mining towns. Her parents seemed incapable of keeping jobs for any amount of time. Once they exhausted their supplies and started owing too much money, they would do "the skedaddle" and move on to the next place. They settled for some time in Arizona, and eventually ended up in Welch, West Virginia, which is a small coal mining town in Appalachia.
The thing that I appreciated most about this book is that it was written in a very matter-of-fact way. Jeannette Wall's life was very rough. She grew up so poor she resorted to picking through garbage to eat. But she didn't present it in a "poor me, feel sorry for me" way. It was just the reality that she knew, and she just presented the facts. She even told some of the stories with a bit of humor, such as the "loose-juice" room, which refers to their kitchen with electrical wiring that was less than perfect. She goes on to tell how she was able to rise up out of her situation and make a good life for herself in New York.
At no point does Jeannette Walls look back on her life with pity or shame. She admits in her book that she is sometimes embarrassed by her past or her mother who is now living as a vagrant in New York, but she never writes in a way that asks you to feel sorry for her.
This book gets 4 out of 5 stars for me. It's a great little book, perfect for a book club pick. It's a very quick read, so it's perfect for the holidays when you might not have a ton of time to dedicate to reading.
Update on the single front
So I had actually received communication from the ex-whatever he was. I was back up north visiting my family, and he sent me a text message. All it said was "I was angry and I bet you were! but im not and i hope ur well." That's it.
I still have no idea what he got mad about, he never did say. And I didn't respond back to the text message. After 7 months of dating, you don't just drop off the face of the earth and then send a text message a month later.
You gotta treat me better than that buddy, sorry.
I still have no idea what he got mad about, he never did say. And I didn't respond back to the text message. After 7 months of dating, you don't just drop off the face of the earth and then send a text message a month later.
You gotta treat me better than that buddy, sorry.
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