It looks as if Hanna won't be as bad as I thought. But Ike is totally freaking me out. I am compulsively checking the hurricane tracker to find out where it is, and how fast the winds are. I have bought water, lots of batteries, and today is clean out the hall closet day. I have some food that I can throw into a duffel bag to put in the closet with us. And Lucy's mattress is the easiest one to grab. I've even thought of putting their bike helmets in with us to help protect their heads. If there were any way for all of us to jump in our car and head west, without Matt getting in trouble at work, I would totally do it. Also today I'm going to find all of our picture DVD's and make sure they are with me. Along with our birth certificates and passports. Am I going over the edge?? A bit. But when people don't take these warnings seriously, bad things like Katrina happen. My ideal place to go would be the basement of the hospital. But I have a feeling that they wouldn't let me stay there. I wish I had a basement here. The one we had in Texas flooded like crazy, so it wouldn't have been a good spot for us to go. Although it had these really really heavy doors. I am learning from all this that I really do not want to live in this part of the world ever again. I know that every part of the world has some kind of thing that it has to deal with. But these days of anticipation just about kill me. I would much rather deal with an earthquake (which you have to be ready for all the time) and just get under a table. Most of the buildings in So Cal are earthquake ready. And there isn't any anticipation. It just happens. I cannot wait until we move from here!!!!! Just a few more months....thank goodness.
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
A bad day in Paris is better than a good day anywhere else.