The earthquake story.....

Yea, I don't know why, but I thought I would share with you.... 'The Earthquake Story'. If you are reading this and you live on the west coast and are used to earthquakes, feel free to laugh at this. I myself had never felt one, in my LIFE. Did I mention we had an aftershock last night? Yea, that was cool. And now if you are a stalker I'm sure you've figured out where I live. I will hurt you. Just sayin LOL

How to send a neurotic paranoid pessimist into a complete panic??

Simple... add an earthquake and sprinkle with hurricane possibilties all while the husband is on the other side of the world. Today has been rough. Everyone has their own stories on this day. Their own worries, thoughts, etc. I don't mean to come off whiney... and I don't want to bore you with my... whining. But wow... yea... panic was not even the word for the feeling that I had today. Living only maybe 20 miles (as the crow flies) from the epicenter of today's insane earthquake and being completely alone with 2 small children in the house asleep... panic is not the world at all. I am not a west-coaster. I know nothing about this ground-shaking business. It startled me. At first I thought perhaps I had something off-kilter in the washing machine... then realized there was nothing in the washing machine. The rumbling got louder. The dog cried and howled and ran to the door. Things fell off the walls... There was this loud bang in the midst of the rumbling... I jumped up and ran... I ran up the stairs and with some herculian strength I did not know I possessed I plucked the twins from their cribs and ran back down the stairs with them both in my arms, hurdling over the baby gate at the bottom like some possessed gold-medal seeking track star, and out the front door with the dog at my heels. Heart pounding... shaking like a leaf... watching trees sway... I tried to tell them it would be ok. Finally it ended after what seemed like an enternity, and I went back into my house and straight to the phone... which did not work. Most of the afternoon was spent in a panic. Answering phone calls, attempting to make phone calls. Texting. Trying to keep small ones happy and tantrum free. And while folks in California sit back and laugh at us... I, myslef, feel acutely aware of the responsibilties I currently have and that I am having to handle on my own. Which led me down another path of thought. God bless our soldiers and all that. But what about my husband and all the other folks like him supporting our soldiers. Where is their support? Where is the support for us... the families sitting here at home harboring the same fears as the soldiers families? Shouldering the responsibilities alone like a soldiers wife without the support of the military or the support of the public in general. It's almost as if people assume that because my husband is a contractor that he is making good money and good money replaces the need for emotional support. Wrong. I am still here being mom and dad, talking long distance to the man that I love on crappy phone connections, worrying about his safety, praying for him, taking the trash to the dump (his job, lol), dealing with vehicle breakdowns, and mother nature and natural disasters... on my own. I do not envy single parents. I do not want to be a single parent. I never intended to be one. And yet here I am. I have excellent friends and family who check on me often but ultimately... my children and my home... my responsibility and it ain't easy bein cheesy... being a grown up stinks. Not sure what my point was here, but I feel better anyway. Craptastic day... The aftershocks aren't helping either. Jeesh. Settle down already.

And that, is the Earthquake Story. *Applause* Thank you, thank you very much. Elvis has left the building....