Saturday, May 2, 2009


  Every thing's bigger in Texas, including the storms. Tonight our area had a Texas-sized storm and our family went into the closet more than once with our panic-stricken dog.  Almost all of our family anyway. Dad didn't want to be in a 4 x 4 space with three sick people (Noah's sick too). And so he waited outside, checking the weather updates and the damage done so far on his phone.

  Dog's are supposed to have a good sense for these kind of things. I really hope that isn't true. By the look of our little dog you would've thought we had Katrina, Ike, and Rita combined coming at us. Our bigger dog Buddy on the other hand, was just a tad calmer, and that put us more at ease. 

  During one of these closet party's, my Mom commented that there wasn't a lot in this house that she was attached to. That got me thinking. She's right! If something like Katrina or Ike were to happen, how many of the things that I hold dear now would hold the same value then? Again, I get a chance to put things in perspective. 

  I feel so blessed!

 My dog just barfed. Good feelings gone.

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