Thursday, May 20, 2010

Tor-nada.

You would think after living in Oklahoma my entire 31 years of life, I would be used to tornado season.

Nope.  Hate it.

The first real threat of the season occurred last night.  No sooner had Mike Morgan said, "Stillwater, this is headed directly toward you," I packed up the kitties and had them in the car before D even had his shoes on.

My "safe place" is my building on campus.  The Journalism building is over 90 years old, made of cement blocks, and with an office in the basement, I knew we'd be safest there.  Unlike my house, where there is not an interior room/closet or basement to go to.

So off to campus we went.  Having just left for the work day, I was not happy about going back, but just fine if it meant we would be safe from tornados.  I really hate them.  Hate hate hate.




After we put the furbabies in my office, we went back outside (as most Oklahomans do during an impending storm...), and apparently, the entire town of Stillwater wanted on campus too.  The parking garage next to my building was full within 15 minutes with a line of cars still wanting to get in.

(My co-worker Barbara brought her two cats in her rolling suitcase.  She couldn't find their carriers.)

The O'Colly has a large tv in the newsroom, so several of us went in there to see how much time we still had, as David, the amateur storm tracker himself, decided to "walk around and see what's going on."

I swear, he would chase the damn storm if I let him.

(we didn't take this video, but it shows just how creepy this thing was)


The sirens were going off, and the PA system on campus warning us we only had 3-5 minutes to take cover.  And David is still out walking around.  Most likely contemplating how to get on the roof of the Student Union for a better view.

So I called him to tell him to get his ass back to the Journalism building, as this thing was fast approaching.

And what does he tell me when I ask where he is?

"I noticed the Sigma Nu's were on their roof, and that's awesome, and I thought that I'd..."

I interrupted him here to tell him to GET.HIS.ASS.BACK.TO.THE.JOURNALISM.BUILDING.

Needless to say, the storm was pretty anticlimatic, and for that I'm thankful.  Pretty sure the tornado-chasin' husband of mine was hoping for a bit more excitement though...maybe next time, I'll let him get on the roof of a fraternity house, if only for a better story for him than "so we took the cats up to the O'Colly..."

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