Claim Smakk
While making a lunch pit stop at the house today, I find an interesting letter in the mail from The Hartford Insurance Company. "Dear Mr Smakk...blah, blah...trying to reach you about your claim...blah, blah...please contact us....blah, blah." Since I don't have Hartford as my carrier and I haven't been in any fender benders or other suit worthy actions that I can recall (lately), I decide to give Jenny (the rep on letter) a call and see what's up.

Smakk - "Yes, I calling about a letter you sent me referencing a claim #..."
Jenny - "Is this Mr Smakk?"
Smakk - "Yes"
Jenny - "We've been trying to reach you about the claim regarding your accident with frieghtliner?"
Smakk - "Huh?"
Jenny - "The freightliner you were operating that was in an accident."
Smakk - "I wouldn't exactly call my boat a freightliner and I haven't been in any accident." (Yes, at this point I even realize a freightliner is a brand of semi truck, not a ship carrying freight.)
Jenny - "Boat? Are with blah blah trucking company?"

Needless to say, apparently there is another Smakk out there that is an off road truck driver. Now if he would have really been the captain of a freight bearing ship, I might have paid the claim thinking it was an accident from one of my weekend sails... Ahoy all!

Wind Smakk
The biggest challenge with living in Big D has got to be dealing with the constant high winds here. Most people probably don't notice it that much unless you regularly participate in one of the following activities:
1. Boating - It always seems like a great idea for a nice little jaunt out to Lake Lewisville for some fun in the sun and time cruising around the calm lake waters. Typically though, it's a man vs wild battle with fresh water white caps spraying over the boat as the Bunny cowers under the windshield with her death grip on the seat as we try to find a calm cove to anchor up. If you're out for wake boarding or skiing, usually the only calm areas to get some good action are so over jammed packed with every other skier avoiding the wind area that the wake is just as bad plus the bonus of dodging other drunk captains on their boats & jet skis. Our lake time will be greatly limited due to fear of launching Smakkette into the stratosphere if we brave to venture out with her.
2. Golf - If you are a regular golfer in Dallas, you should automatically get a 10 stroke break in your handicap for dealing with 30-40 mph regular gusts that seem to kick up right about the time you address your drive from the tee box. And I'm not sure how it works out that you are hitting against the wind on every damn hole. It gets so bad that your ball is moving on the green before you putt. At least you get to combine your round with dodge ball when crap starts falling off all the trees and landscape.
3. Running - My least favorite activity that I still do almost 5 times a week is running. But it's even so much more loathsome when you add the Dallas wind to the fun. I'm out there in the morning looking like I'm doing the running man dance because of how slow I'm going. Now that the Bunny is running with Smakkette, I'm just waiting for a gust to turn the stroller into some kinda of giant kite. Maybe we can work it for some press time like balloon boy.