More Thought Provoking Thoughts

Hurricane Charlie is just a bad dream now... The gulf coast is recooperating, most of the landscapers and tree surgeons from all over the U.S. have packed up their chain saws and ladders and headed to the Port Charlotte/Punta Gorda area to make a killing in cutting down trees, removing them from homes/cars/properties. Alot of people are going to get rich from this hurricane. I remember Hurricane Andrew hitting Miami in '92. We didn't sustain any damage, or fallen trees, but neighbors did. But I remember all the men that came down to this area with chain saws, and made soooooo much money from cutting down trees. The insurance industry didn't quite know how to deal with all the devastation, so... many people in Homestead, and the Redlands, and South Miami became rich off their damage. Best friends in Homestead made out like bandits.. They took their insurance money and bought a boat, trailer, 2 wave riders, and a corvette, all in turquoise. Unbelievable.

My S.O. has a second home in Central Florida, cute little town called Winterhaven. Only damage done there were fallen trees, leaning telephone poles.. but no real damage.

My father lived on the last street before the gulf, in Punta Gorda.. Have no idea if he still lives there, or owns in Punta Gorda any longer... One of those parents that was never kind, horrible role model, and just a real lousey bastard. Once heard from a therapist that we "choose" our parents... I can't believe I had chosen that bastard!

We returned from a cruise this past week. We met two lovely men from Punta Gorda, that had just gone through Charlie. They had to take the trip, they didn't purchase traveler's insurance. So here were these two nice men, on a cruise, while their house was wrecked, and in shambles.

People ask me, "How can you live in Florida?" Now that's a silly question. "How can you live in Canada?" You get frigid weather for 8 months, I get hot, muggy weather for 8 months." I still prefer running around in next to nothing, than in a snorkel coat and snow shoes. But comeon, do you think you could refrain from wearing speedo's in my presence? I mean... if I wanted to look at your.... thing, I could turn on Showtime at midnight. Please, please.. wear some boxers. Please?


Stress reliever: paint brush, paints and a canvas.
bad vibes: drinking scotch on an empty stomach, looking at a man from Quebec in a tiny little speedo on MY beach.
The good life: being healthy, happy and with my children.