Well, we didn't so much tame it, as it rode us. We were down at the beach this last week, during hurricane something or other (the one after Katrina if that helps, lol), and the weather got a bit fun. Monday afternoon they came through w/ a truck saying there was a mandatory evacuation for Oak Island (that's US!). Well, it was ONLY a tropical storm then, NOT EVEN A HURRICANE, and we knew it was just cause everybody was freaked out over Katrina's damage that they were even saying that. So, of course we had to stay and ride it out. The bridge to get off the island closes down after sustained winds of 40 mph. It started coming in hard on Monday night, the whole house was rocking and creaking throughout the night, but of course Dave slept right through it (except when I woke him up, he was very sympathetic for all the 30 seconds he managed to keep his eyes open). Then Tuesday the power went off at 7 am. The Summer's family were down at the beach w/ us, along w/ my whole family (excluding Shannon and Shaun's family). As soon as we got up, Brad, Daddy, Dave and I rode around the island to see if anything had power or was open. We got to the LAST gas station before the bridge and it was open! It had a generator of course, but we bought coffee and those lil white donuts and got the morning gossip, so we were doin good. The lady said the worst of the storm was yet to come (we didn't mention that to Laurie and Mom, they weren't very happy we had stayed by this point). The wind and rain had done some damage to the roads, and a couple of signs and awnings, but other than deep water that was it. We played the LONGEST game of Phase Ten I think I have EVER sat through, and then we went looking for adventure. The kids had woken up by then and were starting to get restless (NO MTV, WHAT DO WE DO???). So, after pushing the warnings of our mother's aside, we went out into the storm, dressed in our bathing suits and holey soles; we were prepared for anything. We played in the ditches by the house, as they had become pretty powerful streams by then, but we had to hide behind bushes every once in awhile, because 75 mph rain hurts! Then, we headed to the beach. Brad and Daddy geniously explained to us that because the sand was so wet it wouldn't be flying around, so we would be fine (ha ha). By the way, even after Laurie and Mom's warnings, they were too curious to stay inside, so they came too. We started running for the beach. We had to wade through a lot of water even to GET there, but we were there. We headed over the sand dunes and......................................we got PELTED w/ 75 mph rain AND sand. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH! You could hear everyone screaming. Brad, Daddy, and Dave were trying to get to the water just to step in a lil, everyone else was running screaming for cover. We waded EVER SO quickly back through the water and to the house. My ears were killing me from very cold rain and wind being pushed in them, but we had HAD our adventure. We played some more card games and did a few more runs around the island in the truck, to pick up gossip magazines and the other necessities, and waited out the rest of the storm. The power came back on about 7 pm. 12 hours w/o power, and we had survived. The bridge was still closed, but we had our TV back! And we could cook spaghetti! Yes folks, that is our story, and we're stickin to it. I would do it again, Mom and Laurie, not so much--but it was fun, just sittin around thinking of things to do and just being w/ family and friends. I had a great week at the beach guys, it was so much fun. Thank you Mom and Dad for letting us come. Thanks Brad and Laurie for letting us tag along, we enjoyed your company very much.
The End....until next year
Saying of the week-- "IT'S ONLY A PHASE 1 HURRICANE, HOW BAD CAN IT BE?"