Wornoutwoman

So as a brat, moving every few years my tenure in most states includes a couple years of middle school here - a year of junior high there - and maybe if I'm lucky I got a longer stay for high school. I spent two years of my high school in the state of Virginia, twenty miles south of D.C. - then my dad's next duty station took us overseas for my junior & senior years.  At this point, it hit hard as I'd finally felt like I'd come into my own as a teenaged girl and suddenly I was forced to pack up and move away from all close my friends and my comfort zone.  As a military brat, you get used to this sort of thing but it's not like you love it all the time. Long story short ... my older sister and I are going back this weekend for her class reunion.   She also attended this same school and had to leave right before her senior year. Although it's her 30th high school reunion - it's also an 'all-class reunion' as our high school is celebrating it...

So, it seems that every Wednesday that rolls though brings severe weather and tornadic possibilities. The tornado that hit last night was a nail biter - like all of them are.  But this one hit a little closer to home than I'm comfortable with. First let me state that we, in Oklahoma, have some of the most amazing meteorologists in the world.  They predict this terrible stuff hours before clouds even roll through our sky. So when they say, 'it will hit within the hour - find your safe spot', and you look up to the sky and see nothing but blue sky ... heed their warning as they're usually on target. Yesterday, there were conflicting reports on when it was going to hit.  Some stations said 3:45 while others said 6:15.  But all said to find your safe spot by their predicted time. And as a mother ... I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I took my kid (at a time somewhere in between the two), packed him in the car, stopped at home to ...