A Long And Life Changing Weekend: Part One

I don't even know where to begin when it comes to writing this post.  I have so much to say.  So much in fact, I'll probably break it up into a few posts.  Anyway, I may tell too much about our life, but I feel this story has to be told.  I don't want to sugar coat it or hide how I was feeling just so this will be a good read.  I'm going to tell the whole ugly, raw, story.

First off, Wednesday morning started out like any other day here at the farm.  It was hot and muggy but they were calling for thunderstorms that would cool things off.  Around noon, Country Girl (formally known as Glamour Girl), called me up saying that there was a tornado warning.  She was at collage in her car, and didn't know what to do.  I checked the radar and told her to come on home, she could beat the storm here.  And she did.  We sat and watched the storm go through.  No tornado.  We were happy about that.  About the time the next storm hit, Jack had tried to get underneath the window air conditioning unit and knocked it to the ground.  Country Girl and I went out in the pouring rain trying to lift it back up into the window.  It was raining so hard the water was pouring off the roof and hitting us right on top of the head.  Neither one of us could see because of the water in our eyes.  We were laughing, it was horrible that the air conditioner was probably broke, but what else can you do when something like that happens.

After we finally got it back into the window, we run back into the house.  As we turned around and looked, Jack had somehow sneaked into the house behind us.  Nothing like having a sopping wet, heavily shedding, St. Bernard running through your house.  We yelled at him and he runs into my bedroom.  Ugh!!!!  We run in there to get him out.  CG grabs his collar and he sets down.  I push from behind.  He is scooting across the concrete floor leaving a BIG wet, hair trail, behind. We finally get him outside and we turn around.  It looks like a giant indoor slip-and-slide with hair.  Ugh!  I'm in the middle of making dinner so CG grabs old towels and wipes it up.   I'm glad I have her here.

Then after Hubby comes home and we are sitting around eating fajitas, we tell him about how we think the air conditioner is broken.  By the time we tell him the story, we hear a big SNAP!  We see sparks coming out of our chimney!  It looks like someone put off a fire cracker inside our house!  Our chimney had been hit by lightning!!!!!!! We race outside to see if it had hit the house.  It hadn't, but the chimney was lightly smoking.  Then we realize that we are standing in the middle of a lightning storm. SMART!  We run back inside.  We start looking at all of our electrical things.  It zapped our phone, t.v., the brooder light for the chicks, and the most important thing of all, my new dishwasher.  AUGHHHHH!!!!!!  We haven't had this dishwasher more than 6 months.  My first dishwasher too!  I was in love with it.  Oh well, I guess it could have been worse.  It didn't burn down the house.  But at the time I asked myself, can it get any worse?  Just so you know, don't ever, EVER, EVER ask that question.  Because, it will.  And it did.......... Life changing events.

I will leave you there in suspense.  Plus,  I really want to figure out HOW I'm wanting to tell this story.  It's a very important story for me to tell.  I don't ever want to forget it.  I don't think I ever will.

So until next time,

Small Farm Girl, changed.