This is my new pet cactus that I got for my birthday from a coworker. Isn't he too cute!!! I named him Peter (after my old boss).....
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Pompano: Dog, Birds, and Foot
Okay, I know I've been neglecting my blog posts lately. I'm a bad bad blogger. I decided it's finally time to write a bit about the fun things I see living in Pompano Beach, FL. So here it is "Pompano: Dog, Birds, and Foot."
Dog: I was riding in the truck with my landlord headed over to Kmart. We were going to find some items to put in my backyard. I was going to pick them out and he was footing the bill. Oh yeah life is good. We're riding in his truck along US1. We both talk a lot and have problems talking over the other. It's gotten so bad that we tend to ignore the other's persistent interruptions until our points are finished. This day he was talking about mulch. I didn't know you can have a thirty minute conversation on mulch, but it is possible. So Jimmy's blabbing on about red mulch, brown mulch, dry mulch, etc. I'm listening but my attention is looking out the window. Passing us on the right is a big fat man (and I mean FAT) riding a little itty bitty mo-ped. I was very impressed this mo-ped was holding him up. In between his legs, on the platform was a dog. This is highly more entertaining than mulch so I try to interrupt Jimmy. I figured he'd enjoy seeing fat man and dog riding mo-ped. "Jimmy look at that!" I'm ignored. I try to get him to stop his mulchy talk and look right. The man seriously does not miss a beat and keeps mulch talking. The fat mad and dog are puttering away. He's going to miss it, so I'm getting peeved now. I keep saying "Jimmy look! Jimmy look!" over and over like an annoying five year old. Once he is finally done making his point about red mulch vs brown mulch he asks what I'm looking at. By this time fat man and dog are gone. I then tell Jim what I saw and he does not believe me. We proceeded to have an argument of how it is "impossible" for a fat man to ride a mo-ped with a dog.
Birds: I live three miles from the ocean. It's awesome to drive five minutes, park the car, and just be a beach bum for the day. A few weekends back, I went to the beach with a good friend of mine here. We got to the beach that day and went through our normal setting up process. She puts on SPF 50; I put on SPF 15. She opens a huge umbrella for shade; I lay out my towel three feet away from her to get away from her shade. She puts on her huge hat (just in case the umbrella missed a spot); I put on my sunglasses. Kim is a little afraid of the sun, needless to say. After we went through our ritual we both start to people watch around us. Mainly there are tourists around, the cutie pie life guards, and other beach going patrons. At this point we both notice a man walking. He has a line of birds walking in front of him, birds sitting on top of him, and a line of birds walking behind him. Kim and I look at each other to verify the other is seeing this and look back at the man. He didn't appear to be feeding the birds, yet they were there in a row. The birds would fly and trade places at times. The front birds would land on the man, the birds on the man would move to the back, and the ones in back would fly to the front. Man and birds were walking down the beach like it was an every day occurrence. I still don't know why those birds liked him so much. Maybe he had crackers in his pockets.
Foot: I live and work off of the same main road. Also on that road is a little out door mall. Sometimes during my lunch break I'll go home to eat or go walk the mall for an hour. A couple weeks ago I went to JC Penneys during my lunch break. They had a sale and I really wanted a sandwich maker with interchangeable parts. I got my small appliance and was in the truck getting ready to leave. I see a man on a mo-ped (yes they are popular down here) coming up behind my truck. Not wanting to hit the man, I wait to see where he parks so i can carefully back out of my parking spot. This is when I notice his left foot is pointing the wrong direction. It's pointing backwards instead of forwards. I decided to watch him get off his mo-ped and walk around. I have never seen someone walk with a backward foot before, so I thought this could be an interesting site. The man parked his mo-ped and turned it off. He then proceeds to pull up his pant leg, take off his prosthetic leg, turn it around, pull his pant leg back down, and get off and walk like a normal person. I couldn't figure out if he purposely pointed his fake leg in the wrong direction or if it just twisted around that way while he was out joyriding on his mo-ped....
Dog: I was riding in the truck with my landlord headed over to Kmart. We were going to find some items to put in my backyard. I was going to pick them out and he was footing the bill. Oh yeah life is good. We're riding in his truck along US1. We both talk a lot and have problems talking over the other. It's gotten so bad that we tend to ignore the other's persistent interruptions until our points are finished. This day he was talking about mulch. I didn't know you can have a thirty minute conversation on mulch, but it is possible. So Jimmy's blabbing on about red mulch, brown mulch, dry mulch, etc. I'm listening but my attention is looking out the window. Passing us on the right is a big fat man (and I mean FAT) riding a little itty bitty mo-ped. I was very impressed this mo-ped was holding him up. In between his legs, on the platform was a dog. This is highly more entertaining than mulch so I try to interrupt Jimmy. I figured he'd enjoy seeing fat man and dog riding mo-ped. "Jimmy look at that!" I'm ignored. I try to get him to stop his mulchy talk and look right. The man seriously does not miss a beat and keeps mulch talking. The fat mad and dog are puttering away. He's going to miss it, so I'm getting peeved now. I keep saying "Jimmy look! Jimmy look!" over and over like an annoying five year old. Once he is finally done making his point about red mulch vs brown mulch he asks what I'm looking at. By this time fat man and dog are gone. I then tell Jim what I saw and he does not believe me. We proceeded to have an argument of how it is "impossible" for a fat man to ride a mo-ped with a dog.
Birds: I live three miles from the ocean. It's awesome to drive five minutes, park the car, and just be a beach bum for the day. A few weekends back, I went to the beach with a good friend of mine here. We got to the beach that day and went through our normal setting up process. She puts on SPF 50; I put on SPF 15. She opens a huge umbrella for shade; I lay out my towel three feet away from her to get away from her shade. She puts on her huge hat (just in case the umbrella missed a spot); I put on my sunglasses. Kim is a little afraid of the sun, needless to say. After we went through our ritual we both start to people watch around us. Mainly there are tourists around, the cutie pie life guards, and other beach going patrons. At this point we both notice a man walking. He has a line of birds walking in front of him, birds sitting on top of him, and a line of birds walking behind him. Kim and I look at each other to verify the other is seeing this and look back at the man. He didn't appear to be feeding the birds, yet they were there in a row. The birds would fly and trade places at times. The front birds would land on the man, the birds on the man would move to the back, and the ones in back would fly to the front. Man and birds were walking down the beach like it was an every day occurrence. I still don't know why those birds liked him so much. Maybe he had crackers in his pockets.
Foot: I live and work off of the same main road. Also on that road is a little out door mall. Sometimes during my lunch break I'll go home to eat or go walk the mall for an hour. A couple weeks ago I went to JC Penneys during my lunch break. They had a sale and I really wanted a sandwich maker with interchangeable parts. I got my small appliance and was in the truck getting ready to leave. I see a man on a mo-ped (yes they are popular down here) coming up behind my truck. Not wanting to hit the man, I wait to see where he parks so i can carefully back out of my parking spot. This is when I notice his left foot is pointing the wrong direction. It's pointing backwards instead of forwards. I decided to watch him get off his mo-ped and walk around. I have never seen someone walk with a backward foot before, so I thought this could be an interesting site. The man parked his mo-ped and turned it off. He then proceeds to pull up his pant leg, take off his prosthetic leg, turn it around, pull his pant leg back down, and get off and walk like a normal person. I couldn't figure out if he purposely pointed his fake leg in the wrong direction or if it just twisted around that way while he was out joyriding on his mo-ped....
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