Many people don’t know this about me, but I am a tornado magnet. Ask my mom.
My fave/worst tornado story was when the tornados came through Chattanooga in 2011. Aimee and I were at school when UTC cancelled all of our classes because of the tornados coming. As we were headed home from school both of us were like, “WE ARE SO HUNGRY.” We decided, “Let’s casually stop at Panera and get food to go.” [We were dumb; and by we I mean that was totally my idea].
I open my car door and the wind was so strong I couldn’t get it to close. Exnay on the Anerapay. We got back in the car,
sped, drove safely home.
We get to the house and we’re trying to figure out what to do. We don’t have a basement. The storm is coming. Our neighbor runs out into the street to tell us a tornado just struck down 10 minutes north of us. And me, Maury and Aimee are yelling at each other trying to figure out whos house we need to go to and where.
Do we go up on the mountain? YES. So we start loading up the car (dogs and all) when Ali, Aimee’s sister calls and says she see’s funnels forming behind her house which is next to the mountain. We unload the dogs and run back into the house. What do we do?
We yelled at each other a little more. Nobody panic though.
We eventually made a decision (I think I bullied them into it). We went to Bonnie’s that was about 2 miles down the road to stay in her basement. I’ve never seen Maury drive so fast. I think she ran red lights. Maybe that’s my imagination… I’m pretty sure she california stopped those… But we were safe! And I have five more tornado stories since then.
Tonight we’re anticipating some severe storms. With the drop in temperature, it’s perfect tornado weather. I have both of my windows open and as I was finishing up work stuff, I kept hearing a train. And then I realized, it was a real train not a tornado.
In lieu of a slight, “Not again,” moment I decided I’m too young to part with the world. I have 30 Things I Want To Do Before 30 (thanks Natalie!).
Here they are:
- Moonwalk at a wedding I crashed
- Write a Women’s Devotional (I’ve started!)
- Learn how to make cookies. I just can’t.
- Paint a picture of heaven while blindfolded in a park with Jesus
- Learn more Spanish. No habla español, chica.
- Spend an entire afternoon at a cooking class learning how to properly cook steak.
- Write a song, preferably about being in love with Jesus.
- Go on vacation just me and my mom (sorry mom, I’m a missionary. It’s on your budget.)
- Grow something useful. Not marijuana you hippies. Like a potato.
- Go back to Africa to share Christ with DiaDia
- Learn how to cook Ethiopian and Senegalese food.
- Make hilarious YouTube video with Christine. CAUSE YALL.
- Watch the Star Wars movies. I’ve never seen one.
- Read 30 books. Wait, let me specify. I need to read them from start to finish. I cheat.
- Dance in the rain… I do that every year.
- Go legit camping. None of this “glamping” stuff.
- Get a dog. YES. I almost did it today and then I thought, “DUMB.”
- Go to Montana. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard.. Well. I’ve never heard anything, but I’m sure it’s beautiful!
- Learn how to kayak/be able to flip it. That’s terrifying.
- Stay the night in a treehouse with my California Avenue girls.
- Build a fort with chairs, sheets and Christmas lights and watch all the classic Christmas movies.
- Invite a homeless man to eat at a restaurant with me and hear about his life.
- Go to a park and secretly recruit random strangers to participate in a water balloon fight. There will be a red team and a blue team.
- Do one thing I’m majorly terrified of each year (ie: hold a spider. ride a roller coaster. No more ziplining. I’m done with that).
- Dress up as a man (with fake facial hair) and walk around with a camera man interviewing people about news that didn’t actually happen.
- Marry somebody I guess.
- Move back overseas to reach the 10/40 window.
- Memorize the book of Colossians. It’s my jam.
- Own my own furniture. DREAM BIG.
- And lastly, be in Epiphanie’s wedding in the Cameroon. :)