Okay, so I’m trying really hard to not be that girl.

You know, that girl who freaks out when bad weather presents and I’m home alone with a couple of mutts and there’s no basement and I live behind a trailer park.

I’ve never been that girl before.  I mean, I’m a military spouse.  We’re built Ford tough.  And we’re used to being alone.  But those storms from a couple of weeks ago and then the ones that blew through Alabama last night and are currently swirling in the skies overhead kind of made me realize how much we’re all just sitting here all vulnerable and exposed like those little moles that pop out of the holes in that game at the fair and we’re just hoping we don’t get whacked on the head with a rubber mallet.

Or a tornado.

The tall, skinny pine trees in my back yard look like giant blades of grass blowing around in the wind.

There’s no rain, and that somehow makes it a little scarier.

We’ve been told the storms have weakened significantly since their run through Alabama, and we shouldn’t expect to see anything that we saw before.

But the thing is, before is still now.

I took these photos from a moving vehicle a couple of days ago:

Yep, that’s our Lowe’s Home Improvement store.

Lowe’s again.

Huge trees just snapped.

This used to be a nice little neighborhood.

Wow.

Nature is powerful and awesome.

And sometimes it wants to make sure we remember that.

The rain is here.

Something just hit my window.

I think I’ll go hide in the closet now.

Why don’t we have basements here??