I'm feeling like a bad person this week. All of this hub and bub about Joplin. (On the off chance some alien life form finding this, or some teenager doing some research in the year 3062 about the olden days, this is what I'm talkin' 'bout:)
However, I'm having a hard time watching the Joplin coverage. I've found myself on several occasions having to turn the channel, or perform some ninja like techniques to avoid it online. I guess it makes me feel like a bad person because maybe it seems like I don't care about what's happening to the people directly impacted. The real deal is that watching the coverage freaks me the fuck out. It makes my heart race.
That tornado practically took out the entire downtown area and claimed 32 lives.
(http://www.ohiohistory.org/etcetera/exhibits/swio/pages/content/1974_tornado.htm)
Our elderly next door neighbor, Walter had been away from home as the tornado barreled our way and I can still remember what his old (newish at the time) white Oldsmobile looked like after it had been beat up by flying debris.
Still today I work under the SOP that a tornado (or lighting) anywhere remotely close to my proximity, is in fact, trying to kill me. Not maybe or possibly. It is trying to end my life.
Needless to say, that leads to some stressful moments in state prone to tornadic activity. This time of year I keep water (for me et Uncle John) and some sort of snack, candles/flashlight, etc., readily available in my basement (home office/tv room), in case we got stuck down there. When the tornado sirens screech I head to the basement with my cell and charger, so that it has as much juice as possible, Uncle John food to get through a day, Uncle John, a leash, my ID (yes, for easy body identification) and shoes better than the flops I'm inevitably wearin' if'n I have to climb out dodging nails and other pointy and sharp debris.
Yep. I'm that girl.
And that girl doesn't need to know any other details about how fuckin' frightening tornados are. That girl does not need to be extra amped up the next time bad weather is breakin' out. So Joplin people, my heart and prayers go out to you. But I've got to turn you off. I'm sorry. (And I'm sorry if that does indeed make me a bad person.)
We've had near nightly tornado warnings around here and they're expected to continue until Saturday.
As a rule I like being knowledgeable 'bout the goings on in the world. I'm not necessarily a news junky, but I definitely keep up on my surroundings and world ta-doins.
However, I'm having a hard time watching the Joplin coverage. I've found myself on several occasions having to turn the channel, or perform some ninja like techniques to avoid it online. I guess it makes me feel like a bad person because maybe it seems like I don't care about what's happening to the people directly impacted. The real deal is that watching the coverage freaks me the fuck out. It makes my heart race.
I am so chicken shit about storms. I was (apparently) scarred for life when as a child (5ish?) my Mom and I took shelter in the basement from a tornado which ultimately touched down in a city a too damn close 20 miles away. I can remember being petrified as Mom made every attempt known to man to soothe and comfort me. Being a terrible child, of course I was havin' nooooo part of that. I can remember sitting on the giraffe my Papa made me, just knowin' I was gonna die. Period.
(My Papa made little girl furniture, including my giraffe -far right)
That tornado practically took out the entire downtown area and claimed 32 lives.
(http://www.ohiohistory.org/etcetera/exhibits/swio/pages/content/1974_tornado.htm)
Our elderly next door neighbor, Walter had been away from home as the tornado barreled our way and I can still remember what his old (newish at the time) white Oldsmobile looked like after it had been beat up by flying debris.
Still today I work under the SOP that a tornado (or lighting) anywhere remotely close to my proximity, is in fact, trying to kill me. Not maybe or possibly. It is trying to end my life.
Needless to say, that leads to some stressful moments in state prone to tornadic activity. This time of year I keep water (for me et Uncle John) and some sort of snack, candles/flashlight, etc., readily available in my basement (home office/tv room), in case we got stuck down there. When the tornado sirens screech I head to the basement with my cell and charger, so that it has as much juice as possible, Uncle John food to get through a day, Uncle John, a leash, my ID (yes, for easy body identification) and shoes better than the flops I'm inevitably wearin' if'n I have to climb out dodging nails and other pointy and sharp debris.
Yep. I'm that girl.
And that girl doesn't need to know any other details about how fuckin' frightening tornados are. That girl does not need to be extra amped up the next time bad weather is breakin' out. So Joplin people, my heart and prayers go out to you. But I've got to turn you off. I'm sorry. (And I'm sorry if that does indeed make me a bad person.)
We've had near nightly tornado warnings around here and they're expected to continue until Saturday.
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