Tornado Warning

I am writing this from the floor in my hallway...yes you heard it right

I was watching Pearl Harbor for the second time tonight (the first time I only caught the last hour) and all of the sudden a tornado warning flashed across my screen. Growing up in the middle of Tornado Alley I knew what to do, but I kinda just sat there. I flipped to local channels, but it's not like in Texas, no one was broadcasting where the tornado was spotted or anything. So then I decided to go outside.

It sounded eerie outside...

So I freaked out and decided to head for the hallway...the puss dog (Henry is scared of thunder) is still with me, Sammie got tired of sitting in the hallway.

The warning has been over for fifteen minutes, but I'm still a little freaked out. There's just been too many run ins in my day.

When I was younger we stayed with my aunt for a week. She was bringing us back to our townhouse and as we were driving through town to get home the sirens were going off. We had seen like 3 funnels (none had touched down thank god) outside of town.

A tornado landed near the house that my dad lived in when we lived in Iowa. My dad was driving my sister and I back to my mom's so we weren't there, but still freaky. That tornado took the roof off of high school in the town.

I was out at my friends house horseback riding and when I came home it turns out there were tornado warnings. The tornado was near the road where I was driving and I didn't even know.

Last summer when J was in "A" school I was out at my parents house and it was storming real bad so I stayed out there until it blew over. I was driving back to my apartment and the lights at the end of the road were out. Turns out there was a tornado like maybe a mile from my apartment.

I've always been lucky, but you never know luck runs out right?? All I can say is bad storms freak me out. I hate that we moved to Florida just for the reason that there are hurricanes here. My favorite place had to be Alaska...you never had thunderstorms, just rain. No tornadoes, no hurricanes...just earthquakes. But never the big ones like in California.

Doggie Jail

I was talking to my dad today and he told me a story that about made me pee my pants...Sooo, I want to share it with you!!!

(Before you read this I need to explain something. My dad and mom bought three Labrador retrievers within a year of each other. They have a yellow one, a black one, and a chocolate one. Affectionately they call Coco the "Mexican" one. It's all a big joke and I don't want anyone to take offense of the story!!)

My dad called and after a few minutes I started asking about a few of my sisters. My sister "C" moved out with her boyfriend about a month ago and she took her dog Coco with her.

I asked How "C" liked living with boyfriend and my dad said: "Good, but Coco got into a Mexican knife fight and got thrown in doggie jail. She narrowly missed the electric chair."

Instantly, I was like "huh?"

So he says this time: "'C' took Coco to a family reunion. She got into a Mexican knife fight. A little girl pulled a knife on her so she bit the little girl. This landed her in the doggie jail for ten days."

Okay, at first I was stunned (and mind you I believed him the entire time) and of course I was like "poor Coco" and then I just busted up laughing...because who could believe a little girl would pull a knife on a dog, but it was still a funny story.

Now here's what really happened. "C" did take Coco to her boyfriend's family reunion. Boyfriend's sister has a daughter (who my baby sister loves) who, according to my dad, Coco was playing with all day with no problems. Coco was taking a nap on the floor and the little girl came up behind her and scared her so Coco nipped at her and got her above the eye (Coco is a big dog). The mom of the little girl is the one who decided that Coco needed to go to "doggie jail" but did raise a stink until FIVE DAYS AFTER her daughter got bitten.

Poor Coco, I'm sure she didn't mean to bite the little girl, she was just scared...

Bleh

So, I'm sick...again!! I think I've been sick more in the past two months than I have in an entire year. Maybe it's stress...maybe it's the fact that I've been around lots of little kids, I dunno. My mom wanted me to go to the doctor and I laughed at her. I know she just wants to make sure that I feel better for when my cousin and her baby comes, but I hate doctors. I'll be fine, ya know?

On a good note, my cousin will be here in FOUR days. We're going to go to the zoo and go out to the beach since my cousin or her son has never been to the ocean. I'm very excited to share that beautiful place with them.

Less than 25 days till J gets home. I'm very excited about that. *doing a happy dance* Lol

Only Half Here

I know I've been a bad poster lately.

I've just been so blah lately. This deployment is starting to strain me and I'm just ready for my hubby to be home. I've tried very hard to keep up appearances with my friends, but lately I've just been more content to stay by myself in the apartment. I've been doing half-a** at school because I just can't concentrate anymore. All I can say is the next forty days need to FLY.

On that note, my cousin will be here in two and a half weeks. I'm very excited to see her and her baby. I haven't seen him in almost a year and he's grown so much. We're going to take him to the zoo (I love the zoo).

My air conditioner was busted the last few days. It hadn't reached more than eighty degrees, but it was like 85 degrees at one point in my apartment and my poor puppies were miserable. And it's only destined to get hotter and muggier down here so I didn't want to keep subjecting them to the miserableness.

I'm excited for the last few weeks before J comes home. I get to pamper myself (I had to scrimp the entire deployment and we finally have quite a bit of extra money, yeay!!), so I'm going to get a pedi and mani and I'm going to buy a new outfit for homecoming. And I'm going to get Henry (my cocker spaniel mix...the pretty golden one) groomed (the poor baby needs it. Sammie I can do by myself and will, but Henry won't let me come near him with clippers, lol.

I'm thinking about trading in my car (PT Cruiser) this summer to buy a truck for my hubby. We currently have two vehicles, but we're selling my husband's truck because it's a standard and I can't drive it while he's always gone because I suck at driving a standard. We can't afford to have two vehicle payments, but we can afford to trade in my car and have a truck payment. Well, I hate my car and J has never had a new vehicle (his first car was a hand me down from his grandma's boyfriend and his truck was his mom's), so I'm very excited to do this. I'm going to try to surprise him, I just hope it works.

Pat on the back

So I just finished doing our taxes for this year and I am feeling like patting myself on that back.

I've never done taxes before and it makes me feel like a grown up. My dad always use to do them and then last year we had them done professionally.

But Megan is a big girl now and is so proud of herself!!!