Friday, June 8, 2007

Storms

So the forecast said severe storms last night. Which is fine. I like a good thunderstorm. I made sure to clean out the garage so I could park my car back in there. Since I moved stuff over memorial weekend I still had some of my coke collectibles in there, and no room for the car. So I spent about an hour moving boxes from the garage to the attic in 90 degree heat. --note to self.... just move it when you bring it over. This waiting for the hottest day of the spring thus far, is for the birds-- so I get the garage cleaned out, get the car all nestled in snug and tight. (have I mentioned how small this garage is?) Then communal leader 1st wife comes over and tells me I have to take in all the lawn ornaments cuz we're going to get 70 mile and hour winds.... ugggh. So i start pulling up yard stakes and Shepard's hooks. Now mind you, I moved from a yard with an acre and a half, and a 10' x 5' flower bed. I have LOTS of lawn ornaments. --I look like a stinkin grandma-- so I pull all that up and put it away... in the garage. I put the hanging baskets on the lawn, cuz I want them to get SOME water, then I was planning on bringing them in.

then I wait....

**Crickets**

So around 11pm I pull the flower baskets in the house and shut the lights off and go to bed. And think... yeah right... all that work for nothing... stupid storms. Whatev! I turned on the fan in hopes that if it DID storm I would just sleep through it. You see. While I enjoy a good storm.... I only enjoy a good storm if SOMEbody is around. You'd think after living in the tail end of Tornado Alley for a year I'd be desensitized to storms. I mean once you've had your pizza whisked away by a man in uniform, pushed into the back, and served breadstix in a cooler while a tornado rages 1 mile down the road... well really... you'd think I'd be over storms. And yes, believe me.... NOTHING will compare to that experience. It's kinda funny looking back. But nooooo I still, if the storm is REALLY bad, I still get a little.... nervous. Usually I have to put on a brave face because of the boy. I don't want him to be at all nervous so I'm like, Oh.... it's all good. Just a little thunder. But last night.... the boy was at his dads. No brave face needed!

Anyway, I wake up about 2am... to loud claps of thunder and an almost completely illuminated home--from the lightning-- it was crazy. And I didn't think TO much of it, other than mild annoyance that a) it woke me up, and b) it was so LOUD that it was keeping me up. I looked outside and yeah, it was pretty windy, and I thought... hmmm.... should I be nervous? :) Then I said... "Aaaah screw it" and crawled back into bed.

So I'm laying there when I hear the weirdest little snap crackle sizzle just enough for me to go huh.. that was weirrrrr.... (and mind you the noise was behind my head!) so then I saw a bright light, and Great Aunt Bertha was beckoning meee... Oh no wait, that was my dream... anyway the house lit up while simultaneously there was the biggest the hugest, the LOUDEST, clap of thunder I've ever heard in my life. At that point I realized that the stinking lighting had just either a) skirted across the power lines just outside my bedroom, or b) on the fence, or somewhere close by so I hop out of bed. And now I'm pissed cuz... HELLO I was SLEEPING... and I go looking around, and I'm thinking... what am I going to do if there is a freakin tornado? I don't have a basement! My bathroom has a window in it, so there's no moving in there for safety. So I go dig out my flashlight look around and think... well there really is NO where safe to hide here in case of tornado. And we're only under a watch. AAAAAND the other issue is whether or not one of those HUGE trees are goign to come down on my head while I sleep. Because there are a LOT of huge trees right in line of my house. Sooooo I thought about it, and figured Meeeeaaah. If a tree falls, I have an attic space that will slow it down. If a tornado comes I'm screwed either way, so I crawled back into bed, nuggled up with the flashlight, pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.

Is that wrong? :)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You have a crawl space idiot!!!! :)
GET IN IT!!! OR BETTER YET. Use the communals husband basemtn

Just me said...

I'm not going to go into the communal husbands basement at 2AM you freaknut. I'd have a better chance of dying running the 358 yards to his house then to just batten down the hatches at mine.

PLUS you freak... My tool case is covering the crawlspace for the time being. And it's hard to get in there! AAAAAANNNND.... there's spiders down there.... eeewwwww!

:)