Progress

Very slow progress, but it is progress none the less. This was last week. The foundation has been poured since.

Fears

People are afraid of many things, bugs, snakes, or spiders. My fear is tornadoes. I would go as far as saying I have a phobia and probably should be medicated. When I was a child I remember getting so nervous, I threw up. I always get nervous, even with thunderstorms. I don't sleep (at all). There have been times as an adult I have cried. Yes, I admit, it is irrational.

This week was tough. Beginning on Monday, the forecast was for VERY severe weather and tornadoes on Tuesday. Tuesday morning came and around 11am, we got an emergency notification from work asking all of the employees to take precautions and to review emergency procedures and shelter locations. The nervousness begins, the pit in my stomach grows. I am constantly looking out the windows and really can't concentrate on work.

Around noon, the phone call from daycare comes in. They want all the kids picked up before the storm hits. Pictures of my child being corralled into a bathroom with 20 other children and a handful adults trying to keep them calm. The image sickens me. The nervousness continues, the sick feeling grows in my stomach.

A little after 1pm, we were told that all the of clinics were closing at 3pm and to finish up all work so we could leave. First time ever that we have been sent home early because of summer weather.

I left at 3:15pm, arrived at daycare at 3:50pm and the first tornado was already on the ground. It was west of the metro and moving in. I got home and started packing stuff. I was piling blankets and flashlights into the bathroom. I started packing items that we would need assuming there was going to be nothing left. Irrational? I don't know. Multiple pairs of underwear for Spencer, jeans, wipes, pull ups - who knows where we will end up. Irrational thoughts screaming through my mind.

The tornado is on the edge of NW OKC. Three separate cells merge in southern OK, heading straight toward Moore. Justin walks in, there is a tornado in Chickasha (just 20 miles southwest of Moore). Justin calls our friends Clay and Shyla and ask if they have room in their storm shelter. We leave immediately. The prediction is the tornado hitting us dead on at 5:55pm.

At 5:45 we all head into the shelter. It is dark, hot and loud. We can hear it pounding outside. The weather radio talks about a tornado at 164th & Western, one mile from our house. We finally emerge to find out that more tornadoes had touched down.

The evening went on. People are dead, babies missing and I hold my babies tight and watch as the evening unfolds more horrors.

Irrational fear, I don't think so.

Mowing Grass

Spencer likes to mow the grass. You see he is supervising. Justin is actually mowing the grass, but Spencer is not allowed to get down while he is mowing. He sits in his chair with his cup and watches dad at each pass. I really think in his mind he is saying, "daddy, you missed a spot."

His legs are always crossed.

This is what he does after he mows. AAAAHH, a quiet house.

Car Show Photos

Helicopters and Cars

On Saturday we went to a car show. The car show was a benefit for our neighbor who is battling cancer. He has been an EMT for 15 years and the Medi-Flight helicopter was FIRST thing we went to see. Spencer was amazed and loved looking and touching it.

The cars were awesome (future post) and we all had a blast. The firetrucks, ambulances, mustangs, fairlanes, cobras, roadsters and a WHOLE lot more that I had to ask Justin about. It was just a really good show. I was giddy and I mean giddy about the pictures I got. BUT I was so happy to see Spencer giddy over the helicopter!

Facebook Page

To my readers (if I have any, really don't know), I have created a new Facebook Page to showcase some of my photography. I had an awesome friend help me make a "logo." I don't know where this photography thing is going, but I enjoy it. I'm not ready to dive into a full blown business, but wanted some how to display some of my photos.
Facebook is free to upload pictures and I can place my new fancy logo over the pics to protect the images while allowing people to check them out. I would LOVE for you to go and "like" my page and share with friends. Please search for Misty Dawn Lucas Photography.

I know some people are not on Facebook, so here is the new logo. It was designed off of a picture I took in New England.
And yes, that really is my name.

Orphans

Let's face it, we have all seen the shows where there are orphans waiting to be adopted. Have you ever wondered what it was like to be in an orphan's shoes? Think about this for a moment.


You live in an area with very little personal belongings. What you own is in a box or a suitcase. When there is word that someone is coming to the orphanage, you scramble around gathering your things in case they want to take you home. You brush your hair and teeth, shine your shoes and put your best foot forward when you meet them. There is an energy that fills you up. The "what ifs" start happening. What if this is thee family? What if they don't like me? Maybe I should have changed clothes.

Once the family finally comes and goes, you wait to hear your fate. Did they like you? Are they going to discuss it. How long will they talk? You wait to hear the feedback.
Nope, it's not your turn today. CRUSHING your spirit, until the next visitor comes along. You go to bed wishing for Daddy Warbucks' bald head to come in and take you away.

Selling a house is like an orphanage. All of our personal belongings are gone. We don't really "live" here anymore. Our items are in storage containers and boxes. When we finally get a showing, we scramble to fix up the house just right. The anticipation that this might be thee family to buy our house races through my mind. After they leave, we hope for feedback. We wonder are they going to come look again? We pray that Daddy Warbucks will walk through our door and adopt our house; it needs a good family.