I’m expecting the blog-police to show up and arrest me for neglect. I used to write on my blog almost daily.Yeah, it’s been quiet around here. I’ve been a little preoccupied. Why do I have this lovely white stormtrooper helmet over here? I’ll share why in a minute. For now…
Ready for a few excuses?
- Our oldest daughter is graduating from college in a few days.
- Our oldest son is graduating from high school in a few weeks.
- I’ve been speaking at MOPS groups, women’s conferences and the likes.
- Working on my next book proposal. My agent has been extremely patient.
- We’re moving.
- Far away.
- I have to have my house packed and ready to leave in 55 days.
But, who’s counting?
Our family is leaving the west coast and moving south – Tennessee to be exact. There’s quite a bit I’m looking forward to. And, as you can imagine, quite a bit I’m not looking forward to…like saying goodbye to my family and friends.
Still, there’s a little something that has me a teensy bit concerned.
I’m a fourth generation-Californian. I know an earthquake when I feel one. Growing up only thirty minutes from San Francisco, I was around for the “big one” in 89′. As a matter of fact, I know people who were first-responders to the collapse of the Cypress structure in Oakland. It was a very sad thing. But, to be honest, I’ve probably felt two dozen earthquakes in my forty-four years. Earthquakes aren’t scary.
Seriously. They’re not.
What I find scary is a black vortex of death racing towards your home and sucking up everything in its path. Sure, you get a little notice. But, who cares? It’s not like you can do anything except listen to your house exploding and imploding. However the wind decides to beat up your home.
My husband thinks I’m overreacting. I told him recently, “Have you checked out those YOUTUBE videos of the Nashville area I sent you?”
“Why not? You need to see that tornadoes are very real down there!”
“Because, you’re worrying over nothing. And, I for one, don’t want to take a ride on your anxiety-train.”
How he can be so calm? After researching how many tornadoes have touched down in Tennessee since 1856, I decided to google “mom blog Tennessee tornadoe” because I knew for sure I would find a reliable, truth-telling mom-blogger source. And, I did.
Except, what she shared made my stomach flop.
When the tornadoe sirens sounded, I grabbed my little ones and ran into the pantry, grabbing our bicycle helmets along the way.
Did she say bicycle helmets?
“Paul! Hey, I just read a mom-blog from Nashville. This gal puts bicycle helmets on her and her kids when they take cover, on her dog too. I think it’s time I get a few new bike helmets.”
“Did you hear me, cutie? I’m going to purchase a big ol’ bicycle helmet and I’m going to wear it…”
Paul shouted from the other room, “You’re seriously going to wear a bike helmet when we’re living there? Would you like to guarantee our kids will be beat up at school?”
“Yes. I most certainly am. I plan on wearing that thing as soon as tornadoe season begins.”
“Oh brother…” He huffed.
If you happen to be in the Nashville area next tornadoe season, I’ll be the one wearing this white helmet to the grocery store, the library, and even my kids sports events. One can never be too careful.
…and don’t you dare bring up floods. I’m not even going there.