Shake, Rattle and Run Like Hell

Well, it finally happened. Last night I experienced my first earthquake. I will entirely admit that it was a very minor quake (3.7) but it was one of the strangest sensations I've had. Keep in mind that I hail from the ever geologically stable area of central Texas so the notion of the earth moving is entirely foreign to me.

So last night I come home from work, get some food in my stomach and am waiting on the couch for Dan to call me to meet for drinks. I start to feel a slight vibration and initially concluded that my dog was scratching himself against the couch below my feet. That was quickly dispelled when the entire couch began to lurch with me on it. So what do I decide to to?? I get up and start running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off. The shaking was quite brief but I'm not entirely sure I had a clue as to what I was doing. I just knew that I needed to move....somewhere. As fast as it began, it ended and I just stood there for a moment to allow myself to phase out of fight or flight mode.

I'm sure all the seasoned bay area residents are snickering at this given that it was really minor and maybe I'll be of that mentality one day but it freaked me out. So I've decided that it's finally time to go buy my earthquake supplies (bottled water, non-perishable goods and xanax for my nerves). If that was minor, I can't imagine what a "big one" must be like.

Diamonds (and Bob) are forever.

I haven't really had much to blog about lately and apologize for the radio silence. This afternoon however, a friend sent me a link to a site that horrified and cracked me up at the same time. It's called LifeGem and I invite you to click around the site for a minute.

Essentially this company offers to take your loved one after the die and turn their carbon into a diamond that you can wear forever. EWWW!!!

"I love your new ring Gladys". "Why thank you Susan...it's Bob....he was a good for nothing schlub in life but look how he sparkles now"!!

I can understand that people have trouble letting go but this is just a bit creepy. I will admit that the marketing opportunities are virtually boundless:

"Didn't like your mother in law? Snatch a finger out of her coffin at the viewing, bring it to us and we'll make a prince albert out of it for you! Now you can literally piss on her grave every day".

So if this weren't creepy enough, they actually have a "Family Plan". Sure, your kids are going to die some day...why not just avoid paying health insurance and get on JemLife's family plan instead? You'll be able to show off your new jewelry before you can say Chicken Pox.

I don't know about you all but I plan on changing my will to strictly forbid anyone from taking my carbon to JemLife.