Which One Are You?

When you go to the doctor and have to have blood drawn, which type of person are you? Do you have to look away when the needle goes into your arm or do you have to watch it go in?

I am definately a watcher. Roomie is definately NOT a watcher.

Yesterday afternoon, Tropical Storm Ivan came through downtown Atlanta with an attitude and an agenda. Winds were blowing around 40 MPH with gusts over 55 MPH. Not fun when you live in a little wooden house that sits under trees that are easily 150 feet tall. I, being the "watcher" type, sat glued in front of the southwest facing windows as the bands came through (Roomie sat in the back room with the blinds closed). It truly is awesome to see how flexible these trees are. The wind was blowing the tops of these trees -almost- horizontally for most of the day and the rain came down in buckets. Hartsfield airport recorded 5", but they usually get the least amount of rain compared to the burbs. The rain was also scary since Frances really eroded a lot of soil around the trees and they were getting uprooted all over the city.

Roomie, being a non-watcher, said he didn't want to know when the tree fell through the house. I'm the type that wants to know exactly where, when, and how the tree falls through the house. That way, I can appropriately gauge my panic mode.

We also managed to be probably the only neigbourhood in the city that didn't lose power (at least not for long periods of time). This meant we could watch the weather radar (thanks to WSBTV for awesome radar) and we could tell when another band would come in or where the tornados were. Apparently, there were a bunch of twisters all around the Metro area which is the really scary thing.

And the Dumbass Award this morning goes to: All those fucking morons who decided to go home from work just as Ivan was really showing his teeth. Not only was the weather horrible, but the flooding started around 2PM. Two million people driving on the road in that kind of weather made a fucking mess of the city and really put a strain on the fire/police folks. I mean, it's not like the weather folks didn't fucking tell us that the storm would be here by noon. Check out this moe-ron who though he could drive through this puddle on Scott Blvd.




It was too dark this morning to do any real yard survey. I'm anxious to see how much damage we sustained. I guess I'm thankful we don't live near the famous Peachtree Creek which rose to record levels this morning, flooding out a whole bunch of really, filthy rich pricks. Now, the filthy rich pricks want the Corps of Engineers to re-route the creek. I say, move the filthy rich pricks, keep the creek. It has been there a lot longer.

Should continue to lightly rain today, but tomorrow and Sunday are supposed to be beautiful. Not sure if we'll do a yard clean or wait to see what Jeanne will do. Oh yeah, and Karl is swirling off the African coast, too.