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It's annoying when any man other than Billy (my hunny) calls me "Sweetheart". Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's terrible. I shall fight the good fight in your honor, too. Yes, the doctor's office was just as irritating, but for different reasons. I was there 3 hours!!! I had an appointment, of course. Supposedly they're the best and everyone in the waiting room just raved about them. I was repeatedly apologized to for the delay and thanked for my patience. What they don't know is I have no patience--except for animals, elderly & children in that order. My sweetness was a phasade---Afterall you don't want to upset the person who is about to stick something in you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Nice thought... but I like to think of myself as one-of-a-kind. As I peer into Billy's closet I see nothing I didn't buy for him--not b/c I changed his style---but b/c in our six years together, the man's extent of wardrobe-shopping consists of: one bag of socks. I admit though, it makes me hot when he gets excited and tries them on when I get them for him and models them around for me. No, I don't ask him, too. Wait, I hope that wasn't supposed to be a secret... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Mos def'.

I like you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I called the # for the provider straight from my carrier's network list on their website. I think it doesn't matter who I go to anyways, but they still have a list of providers on their website and I picked the nearest one to me. We'll see if I get a bill. But, I dont like seeing a box telling me "You owe." We'll see if "I owe." I normally wear this hat: but mess with my shoe fund and I put on this hat: Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

No deductible. And simplyputsi I think you're right. While I don't pretend to be an expert by any means on insurance, I do recall getting a "summary" once before through another carrier but the bill from the provider never came. After three months I called the provider (Yes, I'm royally anal if you haven't picked up on that yet.) to make sure there wasn't a mistake as I always pay my bills, in full, right away and I didn't want anything on my credit if they'd sent it to the wrong address or if it was lost in the mail, or whatever. They explained the whole adjustment thing to me and said there was no bill b/c I did not owe anything.

Well, if it's genetic then my father has a closet full of shoes I am unaware of. OK, substitute shoes for cars in my father's case and then I'd definitely say it's genetic. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I just got off the phone with insurance provider. I have full coverage through my employer. I went for a routine annual exam and then got a "Benefits Summary" aka "How We Screwed You Summary" and I owe $60 which will be billed to me, likely, by the provider soon. Of course, the "summary" was in greek---I mean it used English words, but the message was definitely greek. I understood that the provider charged more than my insurance carrier allowed. But, what I did NOT understand was this was a provider I picked from my carrier's own website. I won't even get into the conversation with the idiot I spoke to. He had the nerve to say, "Do you usually shop for the cheapest doctor?" I had nothing extra, nothing special, just the routine annual goodies performed by a provider that my carrier referred me to. IMO, the carrier should cover whatever they charge, then. I paid my co-pay like a good girl. Why should I now pay another $60??? Insurance sucks (pardon my french).

I'm a saver & a planner. Damn shoes get in the way, though, sometimes. Why do they have to make them so irresitable? And why is shoe-shopping so cathartic? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's fabulous! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You and Billy (my hunny) have a lot in common then. It's his choice though. We make a good team--balance each other's strengths & weaknesses.

and you. Cash only for me, too. I was in college at the time, thus, I did one level/month as that's all the cash I could muster up.

I like you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I'm convinced I have a spy hired by a certain celebrity. Seriously... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I don't think skydiving got me interested in flying or the desire to fly got me interested in skydiving. The two are very separate for me. I already skydive a LOT less than when I first started. I tend to have a lot of hobbies and I'm always wanting to try new things. I'm just as excited now at 25 to learn to fly, as I was at 20 to learn to skydive.

I'm royally NOT star struck. Though, I admit I think I might do a double-take if I saw Michael Jackson walking next to me---I mean that's just someone you want to see up close out of curiosity. But, seriously--not only do I not get star stuck, I'm almost anti-star struck. I absolutely do not understand the need to gossip/read about, etc. stars. Now, granted my magazines are filled with stars--but I'm looking at the fashion. Do I really care about Britney marrying a douche-bag? No way. And Paris seems like a perfect example that you don't have to be poor to dress & act like trash. I don't need to drop names---I know or have met several "celebrities". Growing up in Orlando, spending a lot of time in NY and South Beach, that tends to happen. But, I don't/didn't treat them any differently than anyone else. In fact, one celebrity sitting next to me at the bar at Ruth's Chris ordered turtle soup--and I grimaced. He thought I was hilarious and talked up a storm with Billy and I. I'm with windcatcher---value shouldn't be placed too much, if at all, on someone's fame or fortune---value is about so much more.

Sounds fantastic! I just don't see the point in getting licensed if it has to be perfect conditions for me to fly. Not that I WANT to fly in less than perfect, but I live in Florida where if you don't like the weather, wait a minute. So, I think it' safer to know. Speaking of clouds--that is one of my most memorable skydives. I was only on jump #14 (or so) and the entire porter load exited despite total ground cover as far as you could see. Needless to say our "estimated" spot was off. From about 3k down to 800 ft it was all clouds and no way to avoid them. It was my first time (obviously) ever in a cloud. It was so amazing. B/c how many people can say they've actually experienced a cloud in this world? When I'd be flying commercially as a little girl I took so many (terrible) rolls of film on just the clouds from the airplane window. They look so fluffy and seem a lot more dense to look at then they are to be inside. It sounds hoaky but it was really an exciting experience to me.

I pray and then run through my planned skydive in my head and also go through my emergency prodecures. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I bet you do. I will, indeed.

Izone cameras. I loved those little sticky pictures. They're great surprises in funny places. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

So how many of ya'll are pilots? Were you a pilot first, then a skydiver or vice versa? Did either or develop the interest in the other? Billy and I have decided (no official plans as of yet) to get our instrumental licenses. I'm REALLY excited. Billy has a good friend of his family that has always had a standing offer on the table---of course I found this out only recently and this was my face: I can't believe I've dated this man for six years and I'm only now finding out about this ace in his back pocket. I'm one to take advantage of every ace I get. Of course, we got to talking about many of the jump plane pilots we've met that have thousands of jumps themselves, but then became pilots. Just curious... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Convert me? I'm already a dedicated member of the club.

This thread amuses me. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.