HOLY ST. BARBARA BATMAN! LIGHTENING!

SO, I had planned on posting long before this point. I mean, a lots happened in my life, like taking Forensic Anthropology courses at Mercyhurst College for a month, working at camp again, watching a ton of totally ass-kicking movies, getting into a rather terrifying fenderbender, etc etc etc…

And what should inspire me to finally break internet silence?

Motherfucking Lightening Hitting My Motherfucking House, that's what.

SWEET MOTHER OF GOD. There I was, lying in bed, enjoying a lazy Sunday where I was awake, but still reflecting on a batch of awesome dreams and just residing in La-La land, when--

KABOOM!!!!!!!

It sounded like something had exploded, like when we blew up the car for the bomb reconstruction course at Mercyhurst. So, I'm out of bed in a flash, clothes get thrown on, and I run downstairs. And lo and behold, the garage on the other side of the house (my room is a corner room, and the garage is the other corner of the house, so yes, I'm grateful the lightening decided to choose THAT side rather than MY side) has been hit by lightening. There were CHUNKS of the ROOF strewn over the driveway and lawn. There's a section of the roofing popped up like the lid of an opened can of sardines. And on the inside, in the guestroom (it's the room about the garage, and so the lightening hit the crawlspace above the guestroom) the nails in the wall popped out, and there's STILL a lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Further on the list o' damage, the circuit breaker for that side of the house is blown, no power to speak of no matter how many times we flip the breaker switch. Also, the spliter was blown, so the telephone/TV/Internet was down, but my dad was able to replace that.

But hey, it could have been worse! The house could have gone up in flame, one of my worst fears! And to ended on a sillier note, here's a list of Nella's rather-silly-if-you-think-about-it Regional fears:

1) Bears. I am TERRIFIED of the thought of meeting a bear in the wild. Oh, I like Bears and all. I just like them far, far, far away from me. Hence why I shall Never. Ever. Visit Yellowstone National Park.

2) The Moose. These motherfuckers scare me so much they get a "The" in front. I love visiting Maine, but while I am there, enjoying the beauty of Acadia National Park, I've got one eye over my shoulder for these 10 foot tall Mo'Fos.

3) Tornadoes. No, it's not because I loved the Wizard of Oz as a child (though it DID take Dorothy to Oz so one would think I'd been more favorable towards them…) Tornadoes are TERRIFYING!! COME ON! They touch down and there's no running away, you just cowering in a cellar and hope God's not calling you home today! Never mind the DAMAGE they can inflict!

I'll stay on my nice Long Island, where all I need to worry about is the deer, the people, the Nor'easters and the hurricanes.





EDIT: The lingering smell of smoke in the guest room and attic is gone. Thank goodness for the torrential downpour that soon followed the lightening?

EDIT 2: MOTHERFUCKING HAIL??? GAH MY TOMATOES!! *Covers her eyes, scared for what damage she will find in her garden when it all blows over*

EDIT 3: The Storm appears to have stopped for the meanwhile. Huzzah!