Fake Spring Break

Today is the first day of Spring Break.

It’s been spitting snow all day.

It was 38 degrees.

The wind chill was 28 degrees. In Alabama.

I had to get our taxes done.

We have to get a new AC/Heating unit put in later this week. (The one that’s kaput is only 5 years old.)

If I had thought this through, I would have gotten my sister, and we would have gone to her condo in Florida after I rescheduled the above tasks.

Sea Oats

On the upside, we are getting a tax refund. Nice, since it’s our money anyway.

How has your first day of Spring Break been?


Caught in a Tornado!

Caught in a Tornado!

Today I was sitting at my desk, trying to finish up grading, when I heard that baseball-sized hail was headed my way. Thinking that I could get home ahead of it, I grabbed my stuff and hurried to my car.

It was raining when I left, with blue skies in front of me. No problem. I can stay in front of the front and all will be well.

Not when I get stopped for the full rotation of at least three lights.

The hail started first. Then, the blinding rain. Since I could still see blue skies, I thought that surely I could make it home.


At one point I was totally engulfed by driving winds and blinding rain. I thought the car was going to be lifted off the road. I was scared.

When it was clear to me that I was in a tornado—sometimes I’m a little slow—I pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. I was afraid to get out of the car because I might get blown away since I still thought the car was going to lift off.

I was praying like crazy.

Then, a little bitty woman ran in front of my car and into the restaurant. Shoot. I figured if the wind wasn’t blowing her away, I’d be okay since I’m about twice her size.

I walked as fast as I could into the restaurant, and in the 10 feet I walked, my clothes and hair were completely soaked. After feeling that wind, I now understand how people’s clothes are ripped off of them in a tornado.

I didn’t think I was that scared, but after I got inside I started shaking all over. I could hardly control my hands enough to text my husband that I was all right.

Just like that, it was over. The skies cleared, and I drove home.

Here’s what I saw after the storm:

It’s supposed to be a rough afternoon and evening. Here’s hoping we don’t get hit again.

Rotten Alabama Weather

We have a saying in Alabama that if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes and it will change. (I said this a couple of weeks ago.) Well, tonight the five minutes can’t come fast enough because we are supposed to have tornadic weather starting around midnight.

I had pretty well gotten a mental grip on dealing with the frequent turbulent weather around here, and then April 27, 2011, happened dealing the state with the worst, deadliest tornado day ever. I guess I thought since it was so bad last year, we might catch a break this year.

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But noooo. We are having March weather in January. Currently, it is after 9 p.m. and the temperature is 65 degrees. It should be 30-35 degrees. Last year we had snow, for crying out loud.

We’ve had rain, rain, and more rain this January. Snow is much, much better.

Here’s hoping the night brings only rain, with nary a tornado in sight.

Gotta Love Alabama Weather

We have a saying in Alabama. If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes, and it will change. Today is the perfect example. Here’s how it played out.

When I woke up this morning, it was raining and a relatively warm 58 degrees.

When I was driving to work, the sun was trying to shine.

When I got to work, it was misting.

When I was teaching my first class, it was raining.

When I was teaching my second class, the wind was blowing.

When I was teaching my fourth class, it was cold, cold, cold outside.

When I was keeping my office hour, it was snowing.

When I was driving home, it was snowing more.

When DH was driving home, he was in a blizzard whiteout.

When I looked out this afternoon, there was a pink sunset.

When I was carrying grandgirls home, there was only spitting snow.

When my DIL was driving home, it took her 40 minutes to cross a very short bridge due to wrecks from the icing caused from the sudden drop in temperature.

When many people were driving across the bridges in the area, many faced hours of delay due to as much as 25-car pile-ups.

Schools in the area, including mine, have a two-hour delayed opening in the morning.

Why? We had .20 inches of snow.

In all fairness, the delay is because of the icing of the roads which will not thaw out over night since the temp is now 27 degrees.

You gotta love Alabama weather.

Bootless in Alabama

I felt a little left out today. It was a rainy, stormy day in Alabama, and I didn’t have any rain boots.

It’s kinda funny because used to I never saw anybody wearing rain boots around here, and today it seems like every other female had on a pair.

They were in all different patterns: flowers, plaid, polka dots, but best of all–


And that, my friends, may just convince me to buy a pair for myself.

Roll Tide!

Weird Cold Weather Dressing

In Alabama, the season shift is a weird thing temperature-wise. When you leave in the morning, it can be 30ish and by noon anywhere from 70-85 degrees, causing some strange sights in attire worn by obviously confused people.

Here’s the sight I saw walking down the sidewalk the other day:

College female sporting Ugg boots, bare legs, short shorts, and a long-sleeved shirt with an oversized neckline draped off her left shoulder. (If you don’t know what Ugg boots are, just think ugly. Then, Google it.)

Said female had her arms wrapped around herself. No coat in sight. I guess she was cold.

Really? If you are going out with all that leg and shoulder showing, don’t act cold. I’m sure I don’t know style, but I do know good sense.

Oh, and the temperature was 45–I checked. Not shorts weather, but not Ugg boots weather, either.

Hot or Cold? I Have THE Answer

Cold. Definitely cold.

I have always said that I prefer cold weather to hot weather because I can always put on more clothes, but there is a decided limit to what I can take off. Even if you’re naked you can only cool down so far, and naked isn’t an accepted state in most social circles.

What solidified my position was the 900 degree unbearable heat in a classroom where I had to give a test today. Unholy heat waves! I thought I was going to die! It’s always swell when so much sweat rolls off my hair I look like I just stepped out of the shower. I’m not kidding when I tell you it was at least 50 degrees hotter in the room that it was outside. Even people who don’t normally flap themselves with a makeshift fan were doing just that.

Escaping from that inferno to the breezeway outside was bliss. Sitting on the concrete bench felt divine. The only bad part was reentering the oven to finish administering the test.

The perfect weather is about 70 degrees in Spring or Fall, but at the other extremes, cold trumps hot every time.