You know, it seems like I constantly have something going on. I’m not even going to get to deep into the skating rink. A short synopsis—the skating rink’s owner went completely unprofessional. He offered my husband, a professional established DJ who provided the rink with both the audio equipment and the latest music, minimum wage. Are you kidding? The rental of just his audio equipment is more than double what they were trying to pay them for the night. After attacking my husband for not being Christian enough, the owner told him that he could make any one of “these kids” (referring to the high school students he hired to work at the place) a DJ. My husband told him that’s what he’d have to do, and quit. Big mistake. Maybe it’s assumptions people make about me based on… looks? My quiet demeanor? Anyway, it was a bad underestimation for them. I wrote a nice complaint to the Better Business Bureau, including turning them in for cohering new employees to volunteer and having people work without filling out tax records. Bitter? Not really, I just like when “big shots” push people I love around I get to “push back”. My husband also sent a similarly worded message to the owners politely pointing out that if they want to push their values at their establishment they need to warn customers, or they’ll continue to have troubles.
The result? While my father visited this week he went into the skating rink (they don’t know him) and low and behold, they are advertising that they are a Christian skating rink. More power to them. I just worry that some people won’t be Christian enough.
Anyway, moving on the more important issues on my mind…My parents came to visit my new apartment. They are the first visitors that we’ve had since we got married. They said they were expecting the gettho. Surprise! We live in a nice, quite part of Florida call Melbourne. Of course they started making “hick” and “country” references about 30 minutes into the long drive from the closest major town that filled with wonderful views of cows, pastures, swap and vultures. I like where I live—it’s a nice mid-sized city. I really enjoy the different nuisances of this flat-behind state. I hated Florida when I first moved here, but not anymore. I was super excited to show my parents what I call “real Florida”, where the beaches are lined with a thick layer of trees, right before it opens up to white sands and blue waters—heaven.
I’m taking them back to their car tomorrow, so they can make the long trip back to “civilization”. When they asked me what time I wanted to leave, I said after rush hour. Oh, that was great. My father said the rush hour here was probably like that Malibu commercial. I had to laugh—it is a funny commercial.
My Two Cents: Government Health Care and Obesity
I’m starting my family so issues that are in the news are really catching my eye. My parents and I were recently talking about the anti-obesity campaigns that are being launched by former President Clinton and First Lady Michelle Obama. I really think that it’s a great idea. National Health Care is closely, and obviously, linked to the general health of the nation—and America is fat. The children today are far bigger than the average kids when I was young, and definitely bigger than the kids my parent remembers. But the children are just a mirror image of the adults. The lifestyle of the average American is unhealthy, and it’s showing on the waistline.
And since I’m a tax payer, and I might be footing the bill for this new government run health care…and since my Humana coverage gets more and more expensive…I care. It cost everyone. When people are sick more often because of weight related issues and I suffer shorthanded, or with lower productivity, it affects me. When I can’t see my doctor as quickly as I need, or the Emergency room is over run and its staff stretched thin when I rush in with my sick nephew, it affects me. When my tax dollars are used to supplement health care for avoidable illness of those who can’t afford private medical care, instead of supporting cancer research, it affects me.
If the government and private healthcare can find a way to nicely persuade overweight clients to live healthier lives, and this decreases the strain on the entire medical system, I’m all for it. But that’s just my two cents.