Update

BIL, SIL and niece are okay. They ended up not being evacuated from the hotel where they were staying. They said that it was not as bad as they thought it was going to be and they really weren't all that scared. Alyssa (the baby) slept through most of it and had no problems. So now they just resume their vacation and won't be coming home until Wednesday, as planned. Kind of a suckass vacation, but being the thrill seeker that I am, I have to admit to being a little jealous. I've experienced earthquakes (man of them), A tornado and a blizzard. Never a hurricane. If I could be in one like they were and I got to come out of it intact, I wouldn't mind.
Speaking of earthquakes, aren't we do for a good little shaker up here in San Francisco? Not one that causes damage, just one that will scare the shit out of us.
Speaking of thrill seeking. Michelle is a poopoo head. She knows that I like doing crazy things. Here was a conversation we had once. You be the judge.
Carey: Honey, I really want to bunjee jump and I really want to skydive.
Michelle: You know that I love you, yes?
Carey: Yes, why?
Michelle: If you were in a car accident and were mamed, I would still love you. I would stay by your side and make whatever adjustments were necessary to make sure you were comfortable.
Carey: Your the best. I love you.
Michelle: If you go bunjee jumping, or skydiving and you get mamed, you're on your own. I'm not helping you through anything.
Carey: silence

Now. I have this great insurance policy. It even pays me $50 anytime that I go to the doctor for preventative care. Gotta get the coochie checked? bam, $50. Got get the oobies checked? bam, $50.
Here is where my insurance sucks dog ass. It agrees to pay me something like 90% of my salary if I am ever permanently "damaged" and can't work. Unless..............I am "damaged" skydiving, bunjee jumping or piloting a plane. *sticks tongue out at insurance company*
I can be a passenger in a plane but I can not be flying a plane. Nor can I jump out of a plane. Nor can I jump off a bridge with bunjee attached around my ankles. This is really poopy. Because not only will my insurance not cover me, neither will my girlfriend.
*note to self* check with the insrance people and see if this rule applies to all of their customers or if Michelle called them and told them to put this is the contract.
When I get that news one day that I really do have nasal meningitis or the bird flu or mad cow or west nile or whatever ailment that I am always sure will kill me, I am going to bunjee, slydive and pilot a plane. I'm gonna be dead, what the hell do I care if my insurance company pays for it or not. Hrmph.