Let's Get Soaking Wet!!!

Ok, so we have been having some downright crazy weather lately. Hurricane season just started, and already we have had three tropical storms. Being landlocked in Atlanta, one would think that we wouldn't be all that affected by them. Guess again!!!! For what seems like the past month, it has rained nearly every day. Sometimes all day long. There have been people flooded out of their homes due to creeks breaching their borders and spewing forth. People who did not have flood insurance. Who would have thought they would need it. Of course, the people they show on the news that have suffered this tragedy look one step away from a trailer park. Sort of like the people you always see interviewed after a tornado has uprooted their double-wide. And then there are the fools that try to drive through the mess. Picture it: Atlanta 2005, remnants of Hurricane Dennis have dumped a mass amount of God's tears on our city. Trees are down, power is out, streets have flooded. You are approaching an intersection that is clearly underwater, indicated by the Mini Cooper you see floating by. It's decision time. Do you go for it, assuring yourself that if you gun it you will pass through Lake Ponce De Leon with minimal water damage to your vehicle? Or do you do the sensible thing and pick an alternative route? The number of people that choose option one simply amazes me. I watched a taxi attempt to cross a flooded intersection, only to stall out in the middle of it. Water was up to the middle of the doors. I wish I could have seen the look on the face of the passenger in the cab. Surely, this was not what he bargained for.

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go watch this bus float by...

Boys Will Be Boys....

So in a few months, I will turn the grand old age of 36. I know, I can't believe it either. I mean look at me. I could easily pass for a decade younger. It absolutely thrills me to death when I go out someplace and order and drink and get carded. And even more so when I get the 'Are you really that old?' question. But there are a few drawbacks to being so youthful looking. One in particular that happens all the friggin time! I am constantly getting hit on by younger guys. Now I know, this may seem like a good problem to have. And sometimes it can be. But when there is a difference between someone a few years younger and someone over a decade younger. And no matter what they say, a 23 year old is only so mature. I know how I was at that age. I thought I knew what I wanted, and all the jazz. Sure, at 23 I would have told you I wanted to date an older man. Older, but not more than 30 or so. Hell, back then I thought 36 was one step away from a retirement home. And try as I may (actually, I never have tried), I just don't fit in with the whole Abercrombie crowd. Flip-flops were made for the beach, not the bar. I haven't worn a polo shirt since my private school days. And I have never had a 'man-bag'. As flattered as I am to have young guys hit on me and what not, I think I'll stick to the 30+ crowd. At least that way, hopefully they will have outgrown some of those youthful indiscretions we are all guilty of.

Now if you will excuse me, there is a 60 year old somewhere looking for love in all the wrong places that I need to go flirt with...