So I just got out of my car to walk back into work after a thrilling meeting. It is freaking hot here, I mean like San Antonio in the middle of July hot. 95 degrees with a 101 heat index – not pleasant when air conditioning is “not really necessary save for a couple times a year” according to many a New Englander. Maybe that is true, but those times when you want it – you really freaking want it. At any rate, I listened to the weatherman talking about the coming severe thunderstorms and he sounded as giddy as my kids talking about Christmas presents. I guess if you live in New England, and are a weatherman, the threat of severe hail, tornado’s, and thunderstorms is something to get geeked up about. Kind of like a weatherman in Atlanta talking about the coming Blizzard. I’m not sure I would be happy about life if I was a weatherman and this was exciting to me. I just think ”man I hope it cools off” and “man I hope the hail doesn’t dent my car.” But, what do I know – I think a lot of things are cool that others are sure is lame. To each their own
June 10, 2008
June 11, 2008 at 3:39 pm
I’d like to be a weather woman.
June 11, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Then last night would have been a rockin’ good time for you. It definetly stormed. Highlight of the night is when Christina walked to the window and was doing the “I’ll press my face to the glass so I can see sideways rain when the lightening strikes” and “KAAFREAKINGBOOOOOOM!” I have never heard thunder as loud as that one! I remember sitting on the flight line (unlike Steve) while the Thunderbirds were doing their air show. One of the guys went by haulin azz. Breaking the sound barrier that close was loud – this topped it. Christina jumped back and yelled (I think I could barely hear her). Not sure why that is so funny, but man – I think she needed to change after that one. Good storm!