Plinky Prompts

Driving is a Privilege

Describe the first time you drove a vehicle.

I can’t. Because my memory sucks.

So, I’ll tell you what I CAN remember. (Brace yourself, this will likely be a bumpy, disjointed ride as fragments of the past come flying at me from all directions).

I remember driving these monstrous driving simulators in Driver’s Ed when I was in high school. I remember stepping into the box, sitting down and learning to drive in virtual reality. And that’s pretty impressive, really, considering this was back in the early 80’s. The schools don’t have the simulators today – I guess they were too expensive to buy and maintain, but I remember taking my virtual driving lesson very seriously. Unlike my classmates that would purposefully swerve to hit various dogs and people innocently walking down the sidewalk.

I never understood their nonchalant attitude toward driving. Granted, we weren’t really driving, but we were practicing and I could no longer run over a virtual dog or child than I could purposefully pull the wings off a butterfly – it just wasn’t in me to be that kind of mean, even when it wasn’t real.

I also remember those horrific, gruesome, truly disturbing Driver’s Ed videos they made kids watch. You know, the videos of where people have died in blood-splattered, mangled heaps of metal because they weren’t paying attention or made unwise decisions.

And that was WAY before cell phones and texting – distractions are ten-times worse now than they were back then.

Those films made an impact on me. They worked. They scared me to be a good driver.

This is not to say that I haven’t made my fair share of stupid mistakes as a young driver. (There was the time I fell out of my car on my 19th birthday and busted my face wide open – which wouldn’t have happened if I had been wearing my seat belt – but that’s another post). But I have always been a pretty conscientious driver when it came to paying attention to those around me.

I can’t remember if my parents ever took me driving. (Mom? Dad?) I barely remember taking my driver’s test. I’m pretty sure I failed it the first time, though, because I couldn’t parallel park to save my life. (Actually, I still can’t. In fact, I could easily be one of those pathetic drivers you watch try to park on one of those funny YouTube videos that circulate from time to time).

I remember my husband teaching me to drive a stick shift. It was at the zoo parking lot and once I got the hang of the clutch, I caught on pretty fast. I drove a manual Nissan Sentra for seven years. I loved that car. It was fun to drive. In fact, I wonder if we made everyone drive a stick shift instead of an automatic nowadays if there wouldn’t be fewer accidents. Driving an automatic “frees” people up so that they think they can put their makeup on, read a newspaper (I ACTUALLY saw someone doing that one time), eat their breakfast on their way to work, conduct business on their cell phone, or text their children (I see WAY more adults texting and driving than I do kids Seriously. That’s the dumbest thing you can possibly do while driving. Don’t do it. And if I see you do it, I will honk and be a total jerk to you because DUDE, pay attention to the freaking road!!)

But seriously. Why not? Driving a stick would require the driver to pay attention to what he/she was doing. There is no time to do anything but shift and and drive.

And of course, I taught my oldest son drive. That was just last year. We started in a parking lot. Once he got the hang of handling the car, we drove back roads. Then small city roads. Then busy city roads. Then the highway. Then at night.

Then he took the test. He was so nervous that he failed the first time. And he barely passed the second time because he went a little too fast in a 30 mph zone. But he passed. And he’s a cautious driver, maybe too cautious. But better cautious than reckless.

I will be teaching my youngest son to drive in a few months. He will turn 16 and we will get his driver’s permit. We didn’t do anything about driving when he was 15 because I personally think 15 is way too young to put a child behind the wheel of a one-ton metal weapon. Most kids (most, there are exceptions) are just too immature to take on that responsibility.

Heck. I personally don’t think kids should be allowed to drive until they turn 18, but whatever.

It’s nerve wracking, teaching other people to drive. Especially for a control freak like myself. You’re putting your life into someone’s hands and I just don’t trust other people all that much, if you want the truth. It seems like (most) people just don’t have any common sense, at all. If they don’t have someone (the media?) telling them what to do or what to think, then they don’t think at all. It’s scary, sad and quite frustrating, actually.

Even though our oldest son took Driver’s Ed, things are different nowadays. They don’t have simulators for the kids to practice on (at least, not in our area schools) and if the kids want to drive with an instructor, the parents have to pay for an insurance policy – which isn’t cheap. I totally understand the need to do that, especially in our sue-happy society, but still … it discourages a lot of parents to allow their kids to practice with an instructor. It discouraged us. We regret it now, as we feel like our oldest son might have learned a little more from someone other than his parent (because we all know mom and dad don’t know squat) – I just hope I taught him to be a good diver. Because his driving skills will reflect on me, as a person and as his mother.

Our youngest son hasn’t taken Driver’s Ed yet (actually, it’s not a required course anymore, it was when I was a teenager), and though we would like for him to drive with an instructor, we don’t know if we’ll pay the money for him to do so. Money is tight and in addition to trusting that the instructor will teach him, I’m also trusting that the classmate that drives with him will know enough not to crash the car when it’s his/her turn to take the wheel.

I have road rage. I’m not proud of myself for admitting that, but we’re being honest here. i have ZERO patience for drivers who won’t pay attention to their driving. I constantly use them as examples of what NOT to do to the boys whenever we’re out and someone doesn’t use their turn signal, or doesn’t pay attention before changing lanes, or is distracted and not paying attention to the road … I could go on and on. I try not to get irrationally angry, but I’m not always successful. People who pull out right in front of me and require me to slam on my brakes will definitely get a dirty look from me and yes, I admit it, I will ride their bumper to “teach them a lesson.” Though really, what sort of lesson am I teaching to my impressionable teenage sons?

Exactly.

I’m human though and people, generally speaking, drive me insane. Especially inconsiderate people. I drive my boys nuts whenever I allow people in line during high traffic times because I’m trying to teach them to be courteous to fellow drivers. It doesn’t matter how much of a hurry you’re in, or what kind of mood you’re in, that’s no excuse to be rude to people.

I don’t know how much of that has sunk into my sons’ heads, but at least I’m teaching them by example.

Driving is a privilege and I wish more people took it seriously.

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Day-By-Day

Snow is Stupid, QuickBooks Pro Advisor, Weather is Cyclical

We’re snowed in – AGAIN.

Well, Kevin and I aren’t snowed in, we’re at the office (thank goodness for his 4×4 truck), but school has been canceled – AGAIN.

parking-lot

This makes the sixth snow day this school year – one more and the kids will start having to make them up.

The snow has been around for a solid week now. This is unacceptable. I’m not a big fan of snow to begin with, but when it’s been around for a week and the temps haven’t gotten high enough to melt much of it, I get downright cranky.

The side streets were never cleared, so when the temps did get high enough to melt a little of it, it was enough to make the ice break up into chunks. So now our street has deep groves of ice in it and my little car isn’t liking that one little bit. I’ve gotten stuck a few times and when I went to pick the boys up from school the other day, I got stuck halfway in/halfway out of a driveway with about ten cars behind me.

That wasn’t embarrassing.

I was finally able to rock the car enough that it found traction, but I honestly thought the boys were going to have to get out and push me.

The last time school was out this long was during the ’07 ice storm. It seems like they were out a week at that time period because the schools didn’t have power. Since Missouri declared a national emergency, the kids didn’t have to make up those days.

I hate snow days. They’re disruptive to everyone’s schedule. Not to mention the boys’ schooling. However, we’re lucky. The boys are older now so it’s no big deal to leave them at home. I feel really sorry for working parents of younger kids – I bet snow days like these are just a major pain in the butt for them.

At any rate – we’re supposed to be up in the 50’s this weekend so HOPEFULLY it’ll melt most of this crap away and we can get back to normal.

*****

I just called and rescheduled my doctor’s appointment. I was supposed to go in for a follow up to my abdominal surgery. Kevin wanted me to go, but since he’s my taxi today, and it looks like we’re going to have to make a trip to the orthodontist’s office today because Jazz’s new wire in his braces has caused his teeth to shift and now the wire has extended past his teeth and is digging into his gums which requires snipping and we’ll likely grab lunch on the way back which means that Kevin won’t have had that much time in the office today because of all of the taxiing around and since I know the man like the back of my hand and know that he won’t feel like he got anything done today and that will make him cranky and he’s not much fun to be around when he’s cranky – I rescheduled my appointment because that would mean one less thing for us to do today.

I do believe that might have been the longest, and most confusing, sentence I’ve ever written.

Anyway, it’s no biggie. It’s just a follow-up. I’m sure it’ll go something like this:

Me: “Hey doc.”

Doc: “How are you doing?”

Me: “Great! I feel really good. Thanks again for fixing me.”

Doc: (*blush*)

Me: (*big smile because it’s amusing to make the doctor blush*)

Doc: “Any problems?”

Me: “Not a one.”

Doc: “You’re having bowel movements and passing gas okay?”

Me: “You mean, am I pooping and farting? Yep. Everything’s running on schedule.”

(I know what you’re thinking, “Now Karen. You wouldn’t say that.” To which I would reply – oh yes I would. I like to say things like that and shock people. It makes life interesting that way).

Doc: “Great! Then I hearby dub you cured and I don’t want to see you back – ever.”

And that would be that.

So see? I’m not missing much by postponing this appointment until next week. Though I DO want to ask him if there’s any possibility of me suddenly growing more intestine or if I have enough large intestine left for anymore twists to happen.

Because GAH, I don’t want to go through that crap (pardon the pun) again if I can help it.

And plus, it’s fun to watch his brow furrow as he tries to ascertain if I’m indeed stupid enough to think it’s indeed possible for me to grow extra intestine (hey, it could happen) or if I’m just jerking his chain.

Serious people are so fun to mess with.

*****

I’m suspicious.

The Documentation Specialist position is still listed.

Hhmm ….

It’s been listed for quite a few weeks.

Hhmm …

I wonder – does this mean that they simply can’t find people who have graduated from college with a technical writing degree? Or, are they turning down all of the applicants because they’re old and stodgey?

See. This company is a young, hip company. Which makes me wonder if I would be a good candidate because, well, I’m old. Let’s be honest.

HOWEVER, I don’t always act my age so … BONUS!

OR, maybe they had another Documentation Specialist job open up right after they filled the first position and they just didn’t bother taking down the first listing because hello – same job, same job description, same job requirements, etc.

I know they update their list because I’ve seen other listings come and go so …

I wonder.

*****

I’ve been eating a lot of oatmeal lately.

My body RESPONDS to oats.

*ahem*

But I’ve noticed that if you don’t rinse your bowl out immediately after you’re finished, oatmeal turns into concrete.

It’s a PAIN to clean after that.

Just a little public service announcement.

*****

Kevin is now an official QuickBooks Pro Advisor. This means, he can easily take care of all of your Quickbooks needs.

He has spent quite a few hours studying the material and taking tests and is now certified. He’s listed as an adviser on the Quickbooks website, too. They also gave him a handy-dandy sticker to put on his window and I will be putting an “official” notice on his website sometime today, too.

So if you know of any small businesses that need an accountant, Kevin is your man.

I’m going to help him write some ads today and we’ll start the ball rolling on advertising. He’s already had one client meeting and that was just word of mouth, so I’m really hoping we can carve out a niche in the community.

Seriously. If you, or you know of someone that needs some accounting services, contact me, or visit Kevin’s website and contact him.

We’ll even come to your business and pick up your paperwork for you!

We’re full service, ya’ll.

*****

I”m getting pretty darn tired of (uninformed) people touting that this blizzard is PROOF POSITIVE that climate change (which is now what Global Warming is called because it’s hard to preach warming when half the country is buried under snow) happens.

Well, yeah. Climate change happens, it’s called WEATHER. And weather is cyclical. (which means: revolving or recurring in cycles – in case you didn’t know that).

Case in point:

There’s an article on Yahoo today about the Midwest blizzards.

Here’s the part that I think people intentionally ignore whenever they start spouting off about Global Warming, oops, sorry, Climate Change:

But after the record 14-inch snowfall that kept students out of school for at least six days, halted garbage pickup and kept some roads impassable, the city of 390,000 was bracing for the worst. By 9 a.m. Wednesday, Tulsa had received 4.5 inches of new snow, putting it just two-tenths of an inch from matching its seasonal record of 25.6 inches set in the 1923-1924 season.

Dude. This means that Tulsa received even MORE snow in 1924. Are you telling me that MAN-MADE Global Warming was happening back in the early 20’s??

COME ON MAN. Get real.

Weather is cyclical. It goes in cycles. Next year, we’ll probably have a particularly mild, warm winter. The year after that, it’ll be colder and maybe just a bit snow. The year after that? Spring-like conditions.

It’s called AVERAGES. That’s where AVERAGES come from.

Give me a break.

I’m sorry guys, but I don’t buy it. The Earth may be warming up, but it’s not because of man. Can we work on being more efficient and less wasteful? Of course. But man is a tiny speck of dirt – I highly doubt we’re killing our planet.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, but good LORD, this stuff drives me nuts.

Don’t believe me? Tell you what – read articles both for and against Global Warming. Weigh the evidence for yourself. What makes more sense? I’ve done that and it just doesn’t seem feasible that man is causing the Earth to warm up. Science is great – science is not always accurate.

And the rant is officially over.

Abundant Life

Audio Teaching: Healthy Submission

by Gary and Karen Theisen
Taught live at the CES Family Camp, this teaching looks at the biblical idea of “submission” and what that really means. Submission is often misunderstood as a hindrance to walking in liberty and self-fulfillment, especially in relation to the command to wives in Ephesians 5 (and elsewhere) to submit to their husbands. This teaching is a step toward greater understanding of God’s heart for marriage, but also an exhortation to all in the Body of Christ to show their submission to the Lord Jesus by demonstrating appropriate submission to others in his Body. Each Christian is asked to submit to another as is appropriate under the lordship of Jesus Christ, even a husband to a wife when that is appropriate. This is not intended to be the definitive teaching on marriage, but is a step toward that understanding. It particularly emphasizes the importance of a husband’s servant-leadership in his family, encouraging thereby a response of “healthy submission” without coercion or manipulation.

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Tuesday Stuff

I Am …

I just converted a VOB video to a WMV format for a client (geeks will get this and GO ME) all by myself. Well, I Googled how to do it, found a free program and VOILA! Converted!

Anyway, I’m waiting for it to upload and then I will (finally) work on my professional site – because I finally have an idea – ideas are slow sometimes. Link forthcoming. (But before I do THAT, I had to fix my blog template because it suddenly just exploded earlier today. Talk about annoying!! Anyway, it actually looks better than before, I think. Did you notice anything different?)

In the meantime, since my computer is being dragged down by the WiFi upload (I’m on my laptop at the office), I thought I would do something I’ve been meaning to do for quite some time – participate in San Diego Momma’s Prompt Tuesday.

This week’s prompt is: I Am From.


I am from hardy stock.
I am from hard-working, honest parents.
I am from humble beginnings.
I am from a loving environment.
I am from a varied work environment.
I am from the Ozarks.

I am still in the Ozarks.
I am strong.
I am stubborn.
I am cynical.
I am healed.
I am renewed.
I am loud in sneaky ways.
I am a strict mother.
I am a devoted mother.
I am a daughter, sister, and aunt.
I am a faithful wife.
I am a computer nerd.
I am blazers and turtlenecks.
I am hiking boots and clunky heels.
I am books, coffee, and comfy sweats.
I am a fiction writer.
I am a professional writer.
I am a writer who never finishes her thou…
I am a devoted Christian.
I am not your typical Christian.

I AM BLESSED.

Prompt Fiction

Romantic Encounter: The Cat’s Meow

Ready for this week’s prompt?

Your favorite pet jumps up onto the sofa next to you and says—with a rather distinguished accent—”We need to talk.”

So yeah. I started a fiction meme. You can find the prompts at Romantic Encounters. You have one week to write your story before the next prompt appears. There MAY be a prize for the writer who contributes the most within a certain time period. *wink-wink-nudge-nudge* I like being vague.

In the meantime, here is my story. Yo.

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Carly watched her cat, Marlin, delicately sniff at his dinner before swishing his tail back and forth in satisfaction. He turned away from the meal, as if to say, “You’re simply not good enough for me to consume” before casting her a sidelong glance of approval.

She could hear his deep-throated purr of pure pleasure from her position at the kitchen table.

It was only 6:30 in the evening, but it was so pitch black outside that all she could see was her reflection in the window. She lifted her mug of chicken broth and took a cautious sip of the piping hot brew.

She idly watched the white dots of snow hit her window and explode into tiny shards of delicate ice crystals before gently sliding down and out of sight. It was a beautiful, peaceful winter night – she only wished she had someone to share it with.

She exhaled a long, depressed sigh and lifted her mug to take another sip.

A gray and white blob of fur jumped onto the table next to her. She jumped in surprise, spilling a bit of the broth onto her housecoat.

“What the …” Her eyes slid up from the stain and settled onto her cat. “Marlin, what in the world are you doing up here? You know you’re not supposed …”

“We need to talk,” the cat purred out, his voice soft and smooth, like each movement of his body as he crept up on prey.

Carly blinked, opened her mouth and then blinked again. “Did you just talk?”

The cat hung his head and sighed. “Humans are so slow sometimes.” He looked back up at her, the dark black slits in his amber eyes dilated slightly from his agitation. “I need your advice.”

“My …” she swallowed, blinked several more times before continuing. “Advice?”

Marlin’s eyes narrowed until they were nothing more than small, horizontal lines in his face. “Try and keep up, won’t you?”

“Try and –“ she began before Marlin hissed at her. She blinked, cleared her throat and forced her brain to focus … on her talking cat.

Her cat was talking to her!

“Sorry.” She murmured. “What’s the problem?” She felt like laughing. Here she was, having a real-live conversation with her cat. She bit back a smile. This was the most fun she’d had in quite some time. Who cared if it was crazy?

She just hoped no one happened to look in her window and saw her talking to her cat, especially the cute carpenter that lived in the house behind her.

“I’m having feline problems.”

“Oh?” She tried not to act too surprised. She didn’t really know what to expect for her cat to ask her, but somehow, it wasn’t about cat relationships. “I’m assuming we’re talking about a female cat here?”

“Well yes, of course!” The cat hissed at her again and she put up a hand in defense.

“Hey. I don’t judge.”

The cat lifted a paw and waved an exasperated swipe at her.

“Focus,” he said, “we don’t have much time.”

“Why don’t we have much time?”

“Because the feline in question comes out to prowl at exactly,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at the clock. “Precisely 30 minutes.”

“You can tell time?” she blinked again and this time, she allowed a small chuckle to escape her lips.

“So, I like guy cats and I can’t tell time – you think I’m a gay idiot, don’t you.”

“What? NO!” she said. Small spots of red appeared on her cheeks. “It’s just that …”

“No worries,” Marlin said. “Here’s my question – how do I impress her?”

“Impress her?” She really didn’t mean to repeat everything her cat said to her, but she was having a hard time accepting the fact that she was having a conversation with her pet.

Marlin’s ears went back – a clear sign he was annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry. Impress her.” She thought a moment. “It’s not like you can give her flowers or anything.” She thoughtfully tapped on her finger and Marlin suddenly bristled.

“Right! A gift! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Where’s that mouse fill with cat nip that you let me chew on once in a while?”

“You’re going to re-gift her something? Don’t you think that’s rather tacky?”

“Hey, it’s not like I have many resources here.”

“True. Sorry again. Okay fine, I think you pushed it under the stove, that last time I saw it. Can you reach it or do you need me to grab a –“

“Nope. I can get it. And hey, thanks for the advice.”

She laughed. “I can’t believe you asked me for relationship advice. It’s not like I’ve had any sort of relationship to speak of in the past 14 months or so.”

“Right. You really should do something about that.” Marlin jumped off the table and knocked his water dish over.

She jumped again and found herself still staring at the window. The snow was falling harder now and she could see a fine layer of it covering the banister of her back porch.

She blinked in confusion.

“Wait. What just happened?”

She looked down at Marlin, who had consumed all of his dinner and was now busy licking his paws in lingering satisfaction.

“We … didn’t just have a conversation, did we?” She addressed the cat.

Marlin meowed in response before turning away from her and exiting the kitchen.

She sighed. “I need to get a life.”

Life

Exercising Once Again

I ordered this top. Cute, right? I received it Friday.

And made the mistake of trying it on.

I love the top, but not necessarily on me.

*sigh*

I should have known. I should have KNOWN this top was not something I should have ordered.

Let me list the flaws for you:

1. It sits too far out on my shoulders which only makes my wide shoulders look wider. (I could easily have been a line backer in my previous life).

2. Though the color is gorgeous, it looks pretty nasty on my pasty white skin. (But might look better once I start tanning again).

3. The bodice is designed to hug your bosom and define your waist. This would be great, if I knew where my waist was.

4. It’s, in essence, an empire-waist top which I personally LOVE, but Kevin personally HATES. He thinks women who wear these types of tops look pregnant.

But still. I like it.

I thought about sending it back right away, but then I got to thinking – it’s a summer-type top. I’ll have lost weight and will have a tan by then. And I think it will look pretty hot with a pair of black slacks, heels and silver accessories.

So … I’m holding off until my arms a bit more toned and have some color in them before I send it back. I mean, I have several brightly-colored t-shirts that I can only wear in the summer and ONLY with a tan, so … this might work providing I meet the above conditions.

I haven’t modeled it for Kevin yet. I’m pretty sure he’s going to hate it even under the best of conditions, but still, I’m holding out hope that he won’t be totally turned off by it.

And I thought the whole black slacks/heels/silver jewelry accessory idea would look good for our semi-formal dinner on the cruise.

That we’re planning on taking.

In July.

After we visit two of Disney World’s theme parks. (For those of you that voted “Disney World and then a cruise” on my poll the other day. *high five* Do you guys know me or what??)

That’s the real reason I bought this top. Well, that and I thought it might look good to wear to work in the summer, too. (Though I’m not so sure about that one, now that I really think about it).

At any rate, I’m going to hang on to the top and see what it looks like in a few months. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll send it back.

And speaking of working out … (I’m smooth, aren’t I?)

I am in another work out spurt.

Actually, Kevin started it. He’s getting a little, erhm, tummy (which I TOTALLY love honey! I think it’s cute and fun to rub!!) but it’s starting to bother him a little bit so he pulled out his Total Gym (Yes, that’s the one that Chuck Norris and Christie Brinkley advertise. And what? It’s a cool little machine!) yesterday, and worked out while watching Seinfeld, Season 8 (which I watched with him because I don’t think I’ve seen season 8 – how is that possible?!?) and afterward, put in the Wii EA Sports Active disk and did the easy 20 minute workout.

Which got me worked up to try it myself.

So, I got on the treadmill and walked two miles before hitting the EA Sport workout.

I was fine, until those damn lunges.

OH. MY. POOR. LEGS!

Those suckers were hard. Mainly because the instructor requires that you hold the lunge. After doing two sets of 20 lunges my legs were jello and would barely support me. I got a little annoyed with the program during the lunges. For some reason, the Wii wouldn’t pick up my motions, so I would lunge, but my avatar would not, so I did several more lunges than was necessary simply because the stupid program couldn’t keep up with me. Also? It kept telling me to slow down. That was also frustrating because I thought the program was too slow.

Also? The running around the track sort of hurt me. I started hurting around the area where my colon was reattached, so I ticked off the program by doing a really slow jog instead. I was totally fine until those runs. (And I wasn’t running full speed ahead, it was really only a brisk jog more than anything).

My favorite part was the boxing part. I LOVED the punches and the Wii controllers did an excellent job keeping up with my punches and jabs.

I also enjoyed using the band for arm exercises, too. They were pretty easy, but I can feel I definitely did some damage today by my soreness level.

I had to pause at the very end because by that time, I’m was getting tired and I over did it. (Which I knew I would – I always do when I get back on an exercise program). In fact, I nearly got sick simply because that was more activity my poor body has seen in quite some time.

But again, that’s pretty normal for me. I guess I don’t classify a workout as a WORKOUT until I make myself nauseous.

At any rate, I liked the EA program overall. I’m looking forward to mastering this easy 20 minute workout and moving onto something a bit more challenging.

VideoPlay

What’s in Your Family Emergency Kit?

In light of what is happening in Egypt right now, I thought this video was pretty timely.

Vodpod videos no longer available.

Here is my video response:

Seriously ya’ll, it’s a good idea to be prepared. You NEVER KNOW what you’ll need, or have to do, to protect your family.

Make preparations today.

Do it.

Here are some links you can check out to help you prepare:

Emergency Survival Kit (Again, I don’t want to scare anyone and I’m certainly not one of those people who think the government is all seeing [although …], or wear a tin-foil hat, BUT, again … what if …)

Red Cross Preparedness

Survival Kits

Ready.Gov (WOW, great suggestions!)

Man. After reading through the above site, I have even more to think about! For example, are you prepared in case of:

# Biological Threat
# Blackouts
# Chemical Threat
# Explosions
# Extreme Heat
# Fires
# Floods
# Influenza Pandemic
# Landslide and Debris Flow (Mudslide)
# Nuclear Threat
# Nuclear Threat – Shelter Guide
# Radiation Threat
# Thunderstorms
# Volcanoes
# Wildfires
# Winter Storms and Extreme Cold
# Food Safety In An Emergency

I don’t want to scare anyone, but these things should be taken seriously.

Anyway, think about it; talk it over with your family. Get a plan.