I find this picture funny, but honestly I don't think of myself as "bat shit" crazy anymore. It took a long fucking time, and I know I think differently than some, but I am far from crazy.
I believe I left the last post talking about a tornado warning. We did the usual drill and hung out in the basement. My youngest completely freaked out as usual, and we thought it was just another storm we were dodging. This one was different, though. The warning period lifted, the town siren quit, and we came upstairs for just a few minutes before it started all over again. It was eerie. There was no wind for this one and the sky was crazy. Brian and I knew this was some real shit. The tornado did not touch down in our little town, but it did nearby in a few places. Essentially, it took the route of my old drive to the town I used to work in. When we were finally able to emerge upstairs and Directv started working again, we learned of a few places it had hit, including the town I used to work in. My heart went into my throat. Lynn and her glorious basket live there, along with Laura and other friends. I began to get texts checking on us and then checked on friends. We were all okay, with one friend, taking on a little damage, but not bad. Man, what a sense of relief. I then heard the tornado had gone through the tiny town that my friend K lives in...For a while, again, scared, until I learned they had moved, thank God. Anyway, come the light of day, we learned of many people we know and all that occurred. A guy one cubicle over from me, lost some horses in the storm, and his in-laws lost their house. From what I hear, this is the most substantial storm to come through our area. Anyway, it was truly awful....
My youngest sister, Brooke, was in Chicago yesterday. She was just here for one day as her and my cousin left today for a trip to the Domincan Republic. It was so very nice to see her. Oh man...I miss living close to family and friends. That's really been getting to me lately. No joke. Brooker and I were able to spend some good quality time together before we met up with Jouni and after a bit, Jouni's boyfriend met up, too. We were having a really good time, having some drinks and dinner. In the middle of it, BOOM, mofo....the beer hit my wrong. This has happened the past few times I've drank. I just get super, fucking sad when drinking. A couple of good friends have gone through this in this last year and have quit drinking as a result. I felt bad that alcohol would affect them in this way. Almost always, drinking is a total "up" for me. As you know, I love it...But lately, alcohol has not been my friend. Son of a bitch. So, instead of fighting it and drinking more to try and snap out of it (which hasn't worked for me), I just went back to Jouni's place and let them go to the next place without me. They were already a couple of Jaeger bombs in, so asking I insisted they go out and continue to have fun.
I believe I left the last post talking about a tornado warning. We did the usual drill and hung out in the basement. My youngest completely freaked out as usual, and we thought it was just another storm we were dodging. This one was different, though. The warning period lifted, the town siren quit, and we came upstairs for just a few minutes before it started all over again. It was eerie. There was no wind for this one and the sky was crazy. Brian and I knew this was some real shit. The tornado did not touch down in our little town, but it did nearby in a few places. Essentially, it took the route of my old drive to the town I used to work in. When we were finally able to emerge upstairs and Directv started working again, we learned of a few places it had hit, including the town I used to work in. My heart went into my throat. Lynn and her glorious basket live there, along with Laura and other friends. I began to get texts checking on us and then checked on friends. We were all okay, with one friend, taking on a little damage, but not bad. Man, what a sense of relief. I then heard the tornado had gone through the tiny town that my friend K lives in...For a while, again, scared, until I learned they had moved, thank God. Anyway, come the light of day, we learned of many people we know and all that occurred. A guy one cubicle over from me, lost some horses in the storm, and his in-laws lost their house. From what I hear, this is the most substantial storm to come through our area. Anyway, it was truly awful....
My youngest sister, Brooke, was in Chicago yesterday. She was just here for one day as her and my cousin left today for a trip to the Domincan Republic. It was so very nice to see her. Oh man...I miss living close to family and friends. That's really been getting to me lately. No joke. Brooker and I were able to spend some good quality time together before we met up with Jouni and after a bit, Jouni's boyfriend met up, too. We were having a really good time, having some drinks and dinner. In the middle of it, BOOM, mofo....the beer hit my wrong. This has happened the past few times I've drank. I just get super, fucking sad when drinking. A couple of good friends have gone through this in this last year and have quit drinking as a result. I felt bad that alcohol would affect them in this way. Almost always, drinking is a total "up" for me. As you know, I love it...But lately, alcohol has not been my friend. Son of a bitch. So, instead of fighting it and drinking more to try and snap out of it (which hasn't worked for me), I just went back to Jouni's place and let them go to the next place without me. They were already a couple of Jaeger bombs in, so asking I insisted they go out and continue to have fun.
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