As I watched the weather channel this morning (to see what our crazy-ass weather is going to do today), I saw a piece on the Alabama tornado that hit a school and killed several children. I do NOT enjoy storms that hurt or kill people. Destroying homes? Yes it is devastating and sad. But my personal opinion is that if you come through something with your body and spirit intact and relatively unscathed, you are blessed. Life and love are what really matters, material possesions mean nothing. My heart is torn for these parents who blissfully sent their children to school that morning never to see them again. I could probably just sit down and bawl for these parents, but who knows what the people in my completely male dominated environment would think about that. I sure don't want to be seen as an emotionally unstable "girl", so I won't. But my heart is definitely heavy right now.
On another note: this weekend I'm going to figure out my camera and start posting daily pics. Or, I'll definitely try to achieve that anyway.
A second note: it's jeans day at work and I'm sitting here in scrubs. Why, you ask? Because my almost 15 year old child hates me and has not only not washed my jeans, she apparently HID them. Some days I fear one of the two of us is not going to survive her childhood.
And my last note will emphasize just how dark my humor is (and how I'm able to work on a masters degree that will lead me to a lifetime of dealing with gory deaths). Wednesday while doing my assigned readings for my forensic pathology class I came across a photo of a man who had asphyxiated himself while drunk by falling between a bed and a wall in a position where his head and neck were on the floor and his (naked) body was up in the air. His body put so much pressure on his neck that it closed off his windpipe. Sad, you say? I have been laughing EVERY time I think about it. Can you imagine the funeral? We're so sorry your loved one got so stinking drunk they accidentally killed themselves. And oh, we're sorry that naked pictures of your loved one will be captured and recorded forever in forensic pathology books. What a stupid way to die! I guess living with my frat boy husband and attending enough frat parties to realize just how idiotic drunk people can be has lowered my tolerance to that sort of behavior a bit.
Hope I haven't disturbed anyone too much today!