Oh What a Night!

When I work up this morning I knew things were going to be off-whack (all you rednecks know what I mean). First, Jeff woke us up at 4:50 a.m. so he could go running and I COULD NOT go back to sleep. THEN, I realize my friend Stacie won't be work today, because she has an interview somewhere else. So I finally get ready for work and am running a bit late because I'm putting food into the crock pot and I dash my way to the car only to find out that MY CAR WON'T START. I keep on pumping gas and cranking it to get to start. I make it to work (with 6 minutes to spare thank-you-very-much) and becaues it was so hot out, we had to have a heat day, meaning: we play educational games with the kids then watch an educational movie. Apparently during the movie a tornadic storm moves through and right when it's done they let the kids go home early because it might get bad again. So, we're all walking about 1/2 a mile through rain, thunder and lightening...oh yeah and there were tons of trees, too.

I was thinking...WOW, WHAT NOT A GOOD DAY! But, it was only to get worse. I get into my car, after running in the rain et al, and put the key in...it won't start. I figured out it was the damn battery and call Jeff, who takes off work, to come and get me. My brother's baseball game in th great state of Iowa was cancelled because of bad weather, so my mom and dad came down to help fix the car (Jeff and I don't have the tools to do it here).

Of course, the weather refused to cooperate. I figured that by the time they made the 1.5 hour drive down to Nebraska we would have about 1 hour before the next round of bad weather hit. It takes 15 minutes to get to where I work, 15 back, if it took 15 to get it started, we should be fine, right?! UM...........I WAS WRONG.

As we pulled into my place of work the clouds are formed in a down draft formation and there is one huge mother-fucking wall cloud. My dad used to be a storm chaser and was trained to spot bad weather. When he gets nervous, I know it's bad. Anyway, we go up to my car and it takes about 10 minutes to get the stupid thing jumped and during this time, the wind is whipping and whirling with huge (cold!) rain drops. My stupid car finally starts and we head out of where I work onto flooded streets (which is SO MUCH FUN when you're driving a car with little charge in the battery) when it hails for a moment. By this time I'm fairly nervous being in the middle of traffic, with a broken-down car and did I mention... I'M DRIVING?

When I finally pulled into my garage (my dad made ME back it in there, too...can I say NOT FUN) it was raining really hard and there was some very sharp lightening. Dad got the battery changed (Jeff and I picked one up on our way back to our place before Mom and Dad got here) and they finally came in and ate my supper--cooked cabbage and ham, it was YUMMMM-O!

The things I don't get... with Stacie gone, this is the one day I can't get a ride home; this is the first day of actual bad weather we've had since I've had this job; we got a ton of rain, my parents in Iowa barely got 1/2 an inch.