I started this post last night, and finished it this morning, so it may seem a "little" fragmented!
Things were really rockin' & rollin' in my neck of the woods last night. We had almost a continuous tornado warning for about 8 hours. The rain was off & on, and at a couple of points we had some good-sized hail. We had to go down into the basement a few times.
My main concern in all of this were the baby bunnies Pepper discovered Tuesday evening. I was outside with the girls, and Pepper walked under a tree and was sniffing at something. I looked over and thought it was a bird's nest that had fallen out of a tree. As I got near, I looked down and saw a couple of little-bitty baby bunnies in a little burrow! I shooed Pepper away and let CH & YS know so they would watch her when she went out. Ally had no interest at all. She's pretty clueless.
I checked on the bunnies when I got home yesterday. Mama bunny had covered up the burrow pretty well; if I didn't know it was there I wouldn't be able to tell.
When the boys were younger, when it stormed I would always "sing" this cheer to them:
Thun thun thun thunder...
Thunderation! We're the (Small town!) delegation
When we fight with... determination we create a...sensation
(And then you repeat that until someone tells you to be quiet!)
When I was little, I was terrified of storms. As a matter of fact, it wasn't until after I got married and CH went to an Army School that I put my big girl panties on and it didn't bother me. The Rosary was my biggest comfort when it stormed at night. I would lay in my bed and say the heck out of some Hail Mary's! My parents didn't believe in any of us getting in bed with them. I guess they figured that if they let one in, they'd have to let all of us in. The couple of times I remember getting my courage up to even go to their door, I was turned away with the reminder to say my Rosary.
A few years ago, the high school football team opened their season at a high school that's about 3 hours away from us. We could see the storm coming, but CH & I (and a few other idiots) thought it was just a little summer storm, and it would pass over. The announcer told everybody to go to the school, but some of us decided to ride it out under the concrete bleachers. BIG. MISTAKE. People were praying, some were laughing, telling jokes, and some were singing gospel songs. The wind blew, the lightening was intense, the thunder was loud, and the hail came down. The lights went out and the wind started swirling. At that point I thought, "we're okay unless it starts hailing." About that time, down it came. More Hail Mary's were prayed as I hid behind CH and was holding his hand as hard as I could. All I could think about was CH's high school that got hit by a tornado, and that I didn't want to die under the bleachers of a high school stadium in a place I've never been before. Obviously, we got out of there just fine, found MS (YS was spending the night at my parents' house & OS had just started college) and headed to the hotel. I took a long, hot shower; the best shower I think I've ever had before in my life.
No school today because of downed trees blocking roads and power outages. Our yard appears to be okay, the only casualty was the "stick tree" that broke off. Our cars had minimal hail damage, or appeared to. MS' car (that he had brought home a couple of weeks ago but decided to take back to school on Sunday) apparently has a branch through the window. I saw mama bunny this morning near the burrow, so hopefully they're okay.
I realize I'm rambling, but it was a crazy night. How do you handle thunderstorms/tornado warnings? Do they make you nervous, or do you love them?