The last two days were chock full of tornado warnings around here. One touched down in a trailer neighborhood (it's not a trailer park... it's like people bought lots of land and plopped down either a trailer or a house... it's all mixed) and relocated parts of some of the trailers. When they interviewed the owners of the destroyed trailers, they were all well spoken and none of them seemed to be typical trailer trash. Then one of the women interviewed looked really familiar. Then they mentioned her name. She was B&T's preschool teacher when they were 2 years old.
It's a really weird neighborhood. There will be a creepy, crappy trailer, then a rather decent house, then a fairly new double wide, then a little block house, then another creepy crappy, then a cracker shack, then another decent house.... totally devoid of any sense of order.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I'm going to actually transfer the backups from Journalspace to here. Yes, I did have backups, but they were from a year before the disaster. But that's ok, because that's when the boys were at their most amusing. Funny how when they get bigger, belligerence and general misbehaving is no longer funny.