Weather freak out

I am a weather freak.  I check the weather dozens of times a day.  If it storms at night I stay up all night until the storm passes.  I have a plate signed by the man who was the local weatherman from my childhood on display in my kitchen.  I'm over obsessive about the weather.  I like to be in control of my surroundings and the weather is one thing that I have no control over whatsoever and it makes me feel very vunerable and uneasy.  I was 8mons preggo on bed rest when Katrina hit (we lived in South Mississippi at the time) so I have extensive history with bad storms but tornadoes are a whole other variable.  We knew Katrina was coming.  We had time to prepare (although no one was prepared for the 8days without power and gas shortages.)  We saw it coming.  With tornadoes you have no clue where they will hit and it is strictly the fickle finger of nature as to who/what gets hit and what is left untouched.  We have been forecasted for severe storms here this weekend so I'm drinking my Coke Zero and getting ready for a long night ahead of me.

Snow in the South

We had 9 inches of snow last weekend.  The kids were out of school for 3 days plus the weekend--that made for 5 very long days!  Last year we had what the weatherman called (at the time) a "freak" snow of 14 inches.  Hmmm....We've lived here 2 years and year 1 we have 14 inches and year 2 we get 9 inches.  Somehow I think snow is becoming an expected thing and not so much a "freak" thing (Al Gore anyone?!?)  Or maybe it's just God's way of punishing this Southern Mississippi girl who's used to wearing flip flops year round!

When hubby lowered the tailgate on the truck we had a perfect batch of snow to measure.  Note the quarter inch layer of ice on top.  We had ice/sleet/freezing rain come through first, then heavy snow for an entire day, and then another night of freezing rain/ice on top of the snow.  Needless to say hubby banned me from going anywhere.  You know us 'Sippi folk don't know how to handle the white stuff. I can ride out any hurricane but don’t have a clue what to do with snow!  The pan was in the back of the truck to catch clean snow for snow cream.

Our snow dogs!  The big one loves snow but the beagle hates it, but it was over her legs up past her belly so she had a really hard time walking in it.  The big dog would bound through the snow like Tigger on Winnie the Poo just hopping everywhere.