Sunday night we had a nasty storm come through. it spawned three tornadoes that touched down and numerous funnel clouds. needless to say, I was scared out of my tree. Hubs was very confidant and seemed to actually be enjoying himself.

My eldest son was born in late October, and the summer after he was born, the very first thunderstorm we had I got scared. how do I protect this baby form mother nature herself?? Since that day, I have been terrified of storms. I love summer, but I dread the storms. I think about them during winter months, planning how we get out, where we hide during a tornado and what papers I would need to bring during an evacuation situation.

Sunday night I was literally shaking. I made many trips to the washroom becuase I feared that if there was anything in my bladder, I would pee at the next loud crack of thunder. At one point the hail was coming down so hard (it was two inches in diameter) on the skylight that I was hyperventilating. I would have been in tears, but I was too panicked to cry!

I wanted to run screaming out of the house! In the hail, thats how loud it was. I had taken my four year old out of his room on the upper levels, and put him to bed with his eldest brother in the basement becuase I was worried about how to get the dog and cat down when the time came to hide from the tornadoes they were warning us about.

And in the morning, when I went out to survey the damage, I cried. My beautiful apple trees were ruined. The leaves torn, the apples bruised.

It seems like we are having one storm a week with hail. I cannot remember a summer where we get more than one storm with hail, and in 2008? This is the sixth time!

I am So damn tired of storms.

Last post I bitched about my Step mother not giving me the number to the woman who has the dogs who has the puppies. Uhm. Lets just ignore that sentence’s structure for now!

Round one PM this afternoon I got a phone call saying that my brother’s girlfriend, J, Might be in labour (she is six weeks early) and would I be able to find a baby sitter for the boys and go to the hospital to be with J becuase my brother is 14 hours away at work.

I said of course!

We get to the hospital and they cannot figure out what is wrong. She is in obvious pain, and having contractions according to the monitor. but, she is not dilating – not even close to dilating either. Her cervix was “long and hard”. But why the pain? She had a UTI two weeks ago so they did a few tests on her urine and that came out clean – after a very long wait where we had convinced ourselves that it was just a UTI and the baby is A-OK, I might add, so now what?

They wanted to do an ultrasound, they feel she may be having problems with her kidney, but the U/S techs are gone for the day at this point.

But she lives an hour out of town and it is hard for her to get into the city for this kind of stuff. Plus, by now we are pretty darn hungry. We made arrangements with J’s doctor for the U/S techs to call to make an appointment for her and she was discharged, still in pain.

But what does all of this have to do with the puppy lady you might be asking yourselves!

Simple. My dad, who had driven J in, and picked me up, decided we would stop at McDonalds for dinner before heading home. While at McDonalds, my dad, my step momma, who had driven into the city and J figured out the name of the lady.

Since she lives in the same small town as my dad does, it should be quite easy for me to find her number and giver her a call!

needless to say, I will keep you updated!