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I had to post just to eat my own words.  The weather blew up into something unexpectedly nasty, and there were tornados and that did go over/through Frankfort, Russiaville, Kokomo, Greentown, Swayzee, and Marion just for starters.  Our house was fine. The tornados always seem to take a path within a mile or so of our house, sometimes less, but have never swooped our way, thankfully.  There's a lot of damage today. Not as much as previous years, but still, collapsed houses, entrapped people, downed power lines and trees, flooding, just...messes.  So it's not great out here, but WE are fine, thankfully. I didn't know what to do for sure, when it was aiming at us, Steve had gone to bed early, and I was watching a movie since my TV was hijacked, and suddenly our sirens were going off and my movie was interrupted by a warning of a tornado sighting in our county aimed at us and to hit within the next 5 minutes. I woke Steve up, grabbed the cat, then watched the radar. The only basement is at Ann's house, and she's asleep in her chair in the room.  We didn't want to wake her up unnecessarily. Also didn't want to get hit by a tornado with nowhere to go in our house really.  But keeping an eye on everything, it was fine at our house, and I paid attention to the scanner, photos, where everyone said things were happening (by Glenndale again but not AT the airport this time), etc.  After it passed it aimed for Kaylee. She texted that a tree limb fell and hit her car, but fortunately it didn't do anything to it.   And we all went to bed.  I didn't get to sleep till after 1, and then I woke up at 5 and couldn't go back to sleep even though I was super tired. So that was annoying, but...what can you do.

I watched a couple movies today. "The Devil Wears Prada" first because I'd never seen it and it's a classic of sorts.  I actually liked it.  I also thought Meryl's little "cerulean speech" was interesting. She started off saying something along the lines of "you chose that lumpy little sweater because you wanted to make a statement that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back", and I thought, well, gosh, I guess I'm guilty of that, in part.  Back to my world, aviation. I don't take female pilots who get frilly and do cute photo shoots with their plane seriously as pilots. I don't care if they're pretty, I want to know if they'll handle it when things don't go right, and the cutsie doesn't give me warm and fuzzies about the abilities. I understand logically that what you wear has no bearing on your skillset. I also know that cutsie things just...don't get taken as seriously, not just by me, but by about anyone, although that culture is slowly changing too.  The other parts of why I don't care what I wear are two-fold, maybe three.  1) I really don't care very much. 2) Comfort. I don't like form-fitting clothes or materials that stick to me or make me sweat or just aren't comfortable. 3) Laziness. I don't know how to pick out nice looking clothes, I don't care enough to learn, and I don't want to have to make decisions about what to wear or what to get or where to go.  So my uniform of cotton jeans and shirts/sweatshirts has worked fine thus far, with occasional moments of panic when I do have to actually dress up and don't have anything current too wear and no idea what to go out and buy.  lol  But I did hear that line in her speech and go...well, ya got me.

The other one I watched was called "Gracie". It was a slow, sort of painful slog of a movie, a true story about a girl whose brother was a soccer player killed by a drunk driver, and she wanted to join the boy's soccer team and play their rivals in his honor, and everybody laughed at her including her parents, brothers, friends, and the school, who said no.  So she went off the rails, started smoking and drinking and partying and failing school, until her dad, who was a soccer coach and her brother's coach, said he'd already lost one kid and wasn't losing another, and quit his job to stay home and coach her.  She wanted to try out for the team, and the school board said no.  She wrote an appeal, and won it, and was allowed to try out.  The boys on the team of course beat her up. Tripped her, knocked her down, and at the end, punched her in the nose, to prove to her girls didn't belong there.  But her skill set was good. The coach decided to allow her to play on the JV team, and she threw a fit.  In the end, she stuck it out on the JV team anyway. The coach watched her practice, alone at night, shooting goals one after the other, and when the big game came up with their rival team (that her dead brother failed to beat and wanted them to beat), the coach put her into the game and gave her a shot. Opposing team also plowed into her and knocked her down, rang her bell, and when she got back on her feet, people were telling her to come out of the game, but of course she said "Give me the ball" and went on to score the winning goal against their rivals. She and a few others like her were the start of allowing girls to play on guys' sports teams.  The JV thing reminded me of my senior year of high school when they put me on the JV team for volleyball, as a Senior, assuming I'd quit.  I didn't, just to be a thorn in their side, and to be stubborn, I suppose.  I didn't win any awards or have people chanting my name or change the face of women sports. I just...didn't let them get me down. Again.  ;)

I'm going to start getting more organized on ordering the things I need to start making those healthy smoothies and such.  Now that I'm back from Florida, I should have a little time to get organized and dig into it a little more.  No big changes, just adding some stuff into a routine.