So, we were headed to Wegmans last night, the every pay-period shopping disaster (though it was far less disastrous last night than usual--maybe we can stop dropping a grand a month on groceries, huh?). As we were leaving the house, we noticed that the lightning was pretty wonderful. As we got out onto Sudley and headed toward Wegmans (a 20 mile drive), the weather really ticked up. The lightning was everywhere--no one direction, but rather the entire bowl of the sky lighting up from all directions, with each flash coming directly on the heels of the last, no break.
And, strangely, no thunder.
Many of the strikes were quite vehement and angry--three, four, sometimes five strikes straight to the ground in the same general area. Think Tom Cruise's take on War of the Worlds. It was amazing. And then the rain started!
The wind picked up first, buffeted us about, and then the clouds burst. More rain than I have ever seen. Truly. It wasn't like drops anymore, it was like water being poured from a bucket. It hit the road so hard that it bounced back up and made a mist so thick we couldn't see the ground. The water fell so heavily that each lightning flash reflected back and made it seem we were in a blue cloud. We think we may have been hit--there was a loud BANG on the top of the car, and a simultaneous blinding flash. Could have been a branch falling, but no scratches or dents on the roof, and no sound of anything rolling off the back. Who knows? Either way, it was exciting.
After shopping (I made some poor choices, diet-wise--what else is new? I'm down 180, back up 35 of that), we came home and I hopped on Facebook while Tommy made his and Sean's pizza. Made the mistake of visiting a thread posted by a rather intense vegan on my list--this one going after folks who are overweight with heavy kids. She, of course, prefaced the thread with "Now, I'm not one to engage in fat-shaming . . ." Right. One of her friends posted something like, "Who would ever want to look like that or even LIVE like that?"
I've struggled with my weight all my life. I've lost and regained an entire (U-12, of of course) AYSO soccer team's-worth of weight. Thanks for, once again, letting me know that being heavy is so awful, so disgusting, so sickening that you can't even imagine WANTING to live like me.
That was good for a half-hour's cry. Thanks, lady.
Still waiting for a call back from the PCP's office about those x-rays. No news is good news? Or no?
Hubby's working overtime in the city tomorrow. Thank you, Tom. Love.
And, strangely, no thunder.
Many of the strikes were quite vehement and angry--three, four, sometimes five strikes straight to the ground in the same general area. Think Tom Cruise's take on War of the Worlds. It was amazing. And then the rain started!
The wind picked up first, buffeted us about, and then the clouds burst. More rain than I have ever seen. Truly. It wasn't like drops anymore, it was like water being poured from a bucket. It hit the road so hard that it bounced back up and made a mist so thick we couldn't see the ground. The water fell so heavily that each lightning flash reflected back and made it seem we were in a blue cloud. We think we may have been hit--there was a loud BANG on the top of the car, and a simultaneous blinding flash. Could have been a branch falling, but no scratches or dents on the roof, and no sound of anything rolling off the back. Who knows? Either way, it was exciting.
After shopping (I made some poor choices, diet-wise--what else is new? I'm down 180, back up 35 of that), we came home and I hopped on Facebook while Tommy made his and Sean's pizza. Made the mistake of visiting a thread posted by a rather intense vegan on my list--this one going after folks who are overweight with heavy kids. She, of course, prefaced the thread with "Now, I'm not one to engage in fat-shaming . . ." Right. One of her friends posted something like, "Who would ever want to look like that or even LIVE like that?"
I've struggled with my weight all my life. I've lost and regained an entire (U-12, of of course) AYSO soccer team's-worth of weight. Thanks for, once again, letting me know that being heavy is so awful, so disgusting, so sickening that you can't even imagine WANTING to live like me.
That was good for a half-hour's cry. Thanks, lady.
Still waiting for a call back from the PCP's office about those x-rays. No news is good news? Or no?
Hubby's working overtime in the city tomorrow. Thank you, Tom. Love.
Vegans think they are better than everybody else. I used to have a lot of vegan friends. Used to, not because we aren't friends, but because they all started eating real food again. I caught one in my kitchen sneaking food one time... he stuck to his vegan diet but all he could find to eat was bread with some salad dressing on it, and apparently, I had more vegan food than he had at his house.
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I've had some super-cool, non-snotty vegetarian friends, but wow, the condescension does fly thick with the vegans I've known. I refuse to engage on that level--it won't be satisfying, and even if I do manage to make an impression, I'll just be steering someone off a lifestyle that is making them incredibly happy and isn't hurting me a bit. So I just nod and move on.
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