Tornado Warning

Today was the first day that I really wished I was back in West Virginia.  We don't get creep-o tornadoes in WV.  Ever.  We may get three feet of snow and rain, but never a tornado.  There's no "grab your 10,000 animals and TAKE COVER" (courtesy of the local weather channel). There's no wishing you had a basement in WV.  None of that.  But here.  Here is a different story.

I know, I know, it's been forever since I've blogged.  Between down right forgetting that I started a blog and being consuming with studying/all the new shows that have started on TV, I just haven't had time to sit down and write.  And to be honest, there really wasn't anything interesting enough to warrant a post.  Every day: school, eat, sleep, watch TV, freak out...and not always in that order.  I still want to accidentally leave the door open so my cats will curiously walk out and never come back.  I still want to pretend that I'm not really in vet school and just sleep all day and play with my horse when the weather is nice.  Oh wait.  I do that now.  

Today sure was something.  I get home for a seemingly unproductive day cutting on a horse leg, pretending like I know what I'm talking about when Dr. D comes over to have me identify the muscles.  

Me: "This is the..."

Dr. D: "Pectineus muscle."

Me: "Oh right!  Ha, I knew that."

Dr. D: "Oh wait, no it isn't.  This is."

Me: "Of course, Dr. D.  I was just testing you."

And so on, and so on.  Truth is, our dissection was probably so bad that the poor man couldn't even tell what our muscles were.  One of my lab partners and I cut off half of two muscles as we were trying to skin the stupid thing.  

See, now we just have two horse hind limbs.  Everything else is gone, although I'm really not quite sure how it happened.  We sawed the horse in half at one point, but another lab partner and I were too busy making snow men out of the horse's colon-contents to participate in that endeavor.  (Yes, true story.  Didn't even realize it was weird until someone graciously pointed it out...all this after I used stomach contents and skin to make a face on the cecum, which is another part of the intestine).  Anyhow, we had a back half for a while, and after luckily getting out of presenting our horse's well-endowed reproductive organs, we moved on to the leg muscles.

---For you horse people out there, someone decided it would be a great idea to put a white jellybean where the actual "bean" should be in the male repro goods.  That was cute---

Ten minutes into our leg dissection, Dr. D decides that we should saw this poor horse in half, so we would have two legs (count 'em, two!) to cut.  But, of course, us women couldn't do it, so we had to recruit the poor guys from the group next to us to saw apart the horse's pelvis.  Ta-da! Two legs.  Now three of us work on one leg and three of us work on the other, going back and forth frequently hoping in vain that the other trio might have some semblance of a clue about what we're supposed to be doing.  To no avail.  

Which brings me to today.  After a mind-blowing anatomy lab, I come home and resign myself to an evening of studying for a hideous immunology test coming up on Friday.  Around 5'oclock 

my idiot neighbors (who STILL have their busted windowed, flat tired, purple, piece of crap car sitting in front of my house) decide to pretend they're in a rock band.  Oh yes.  A rock band. Now, I've heard one of the stooges play the drums before.  Or, attempt to play.  But tonight, they had the all-out bass guitar, regular guitar, drums, AND singer ALL HOOKED UP TO AN AMP.  That's right, ladies and gents, I was lucky enough to listen to the Green Day wanna-be rock stars.  They were loud, and they were proud.  And there were oh..so..bad.  And they played for 2 hours.  2 hours!  Their last song was so fantastic.  The singer sounded like some kind of dying creature.  He was the screamer in the rock band that everyone either loves or absolutely hates.  Let's go for the latter.  So much for studying.  I looked outside to see 7 cars in and around their driveway.  Must have been a free concert.  Awesome.  

Around this time I start hearing the sirens.  Not that I knew that's what they were, considering I've never heard tornado sirens before.  I didn't think much of them after I realized they weren't the police coming to break up the party across the street.  But then, the band stopped playing (thank you!), and the 7 cars dispersed.  I turned on the TV in time to hear the weatherman stating that there had been a tornado spotted in my county and anyone in the surrounding area needed to take cover immediately.  Holy crap.  

I grabbed Ellie and Juno and threw them into the guest bathroom.  Then I grabbed Gidget and Pyper out of a sound sleep with one hand and threw them into the bathroom.  I couldn't find Tysan at first, but after I looked in my bathroom, I found her in the shower (her new favorite place).  I grabbed her and threw her in with the rest of the crew, got in, and sat in the tub.  For 30 minutes.  Gidget was in the sink (she was being smart), Tysan was on the side of the tub, Juno and Ellie were in the tub with me (what I thought this was going to do, I'm still not sure), and Pyper was rolling around the bathroom floor.  All I could hear was the wind, rain, and TONS of thunder.  Completely scared out of my mind.  I immediately gripped onto the tub faucet, and it twisted sideways.  I'll have to work on getting that fixed, since clearly it won't be any help to me in any future disaster.  I settled for grabbing onto the side of the tub.  Like that would help at all if a tornado decided to rip my house apart.  

Luckily, we all survived, the warning turned to a watch, and my entire crew emerged from the bathroom.  Not more than 5 minutes later, the 7 cars from across the street came back (they must have had some secret underground basement that I was unaware of), and the rock band started up again.