Funnel Cloud Friday

Yikes!  We’ve had a rash of Tornadoes here!  That’s not good for a lady with a nervous condition.  I was blessed by my Creator, who loves me and knows me like the back of His Hand, with peaceful, restful sleep.  Yep, I slept right on through the sirens and everathang.

That’s not to say I wasn’t pretty worried before I drifted off.  Growing up I heard stories about what a tornado sounds like.  (When they come at NIGHT, you can’t exactly LOOK for the OBVIOUS.)  By the way, I am so very thankful for all the grown ups who were in my life who told this scaredy cat about every frightening sound, disaster, and futuristic prediction that has ever come down the pike.  (My mom watched stuff about Nostradamus and Asteroids with me!!!)

Here is my inner dialogue during a windy night in Alabama.

“Okay, I think a tornado sounds like a train going by.  That’s what several people have told me.”

“Now, that sounds like a train.  Should it be like a fast train, or a slow meandering train?”

“Maybe the train story comes from the funnel cloud making the sound of a train whistle!”

“Okay, that sounds like a really close train.  Should I put the kids in the fireplace (NOT LIT) and cover them with a mattress?”

“Is the shower a better option?  Someone said hide in a tub with a mattress, but we have a SHOWER!.  Maybe I can put the kids in the shower if the sirens go off.”

“What if the roof comes off, and the kids are in the fireplace and that knocks some of the chimney rocks onto their heads?”

“That definitely sounds train-ish!!!!”

You see my line of crazy?  I just gave up and went to bed.

This morning I got up and read about all the tornado trauma.  I am so glad I slept through it all.  There’s only so long that I want to talk to myself about the wind.

While cleaning up my bedroom ( I blame the tornado for the mess) I found where my husband got his eyebrows.

Paul Clements aka Pawpaw

LOL!  I found the photo underneath the dresser.  I put it back together in its frame and lovingly placed it where it would not stare at me.  (It’s rather large, and very imposing.)

I also came across a picture of these two kids.

Jon and Liz-Gettin Hitched

That brings back some memories.

Suddenly surprised that the room was clean, I decided to snap a picture.  The last post I did about the house did not include a shot of our bedroom.

ta-dah!

My room is the meeting place for every dresser in the house.  The wardrobe leads the meeting in the corner and the others wrap their way around to the door.  Each one has a home, I just haven’t moved them yet.

Enjoy your Funnel Free ( I hope ) Friday,

Stay safe and God bless…

lizzie

Theoretical Thursday

Today I am going to do preschool with the kids.  Should I be successful, I will then take them outside to play.  Barring no unforeseen emergencies, I plan on doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, and doing dishes.  After avoiding several emotional land mines I hope to prepare a wonderful meal, do more dishes, bathe and shine the children, tuck them in, then fall into bed.  Unless there be a wily page that gives me a paper cut, I will read 5 lines of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest, and pass out.

There's A Message Here...I Just Know it!

 

Good luck to you all, and God bless

lizzie

Until I get rich…or bored…this is the blog!!

I am throwing in the towel.  Stick a fork in it for now.  This – blog- is -clee-uh (clear).

Always thrilled to throw in a Poltergeist reference along with the proverbial towel.

I was getting used to my little home over at Blogger. (Sniff-sniff) Time for the big guns to come out.  If this blogging thing is going to be my thing, I better get on the stick!!!  Twenty lashes with a wet noodle if you can remember what the name of the typing teacher was who would shout “Time to get on the stick!”.  That would be for my old school Hanford High peeps.  The name has completely escaped me.  I am old.  He had the crazy eyes, and clown hair.  Real serious, except for his occasional outburst of donkey like guffaws.

Sampson

See?  You can teach an old dog new tricks!!