Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

One of the things that is worrying me about the storm (Hurricane or Tropical Storm Fay) hitting here is that I have all kinds of wonderful donated breast milk in the freezer and I don't want it to melt.

We've got stuff outside tied down, we've got the usual supplies and batteries, and we bought some disposable diapers last night so that if we've got no power, she'll still have a clean tushie.

They're expecting tropical storm force winds, rain, possible tornadoes, etc. where I live. If I disappear for a few days, it's cause we've got no power.

Seen on the Internet Today...

The discussion was about smoking and breastfeeding....


"She said that where she lives, smokers are the dredges[sic] of society, which I don't read as having anything to do with whether one is a mom or not. I read that as referring to criminals and performance artists and such."

Criminals and performance artists, eh?

*Groan*

Phone call from my mother tonight...

"Your father and I are sitting on a bench, outdoors, having a romantic dinner... at Huntington Hospital."

Okay...1. Huntington is nowhere near their house and 2. My parents don't do romantic dinners, especially not outdoors and 3. What?

Apparently my younger brother, who has already had a difficult year (split with his longtime girlfriend, hospitalized for bipolar disorder several times, serious reaction to one of his medications, fired from his job for "taking too much sick time" and hasn't found another yet, etc.) got himself a motorcycle (big mistake for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which is that he's not the most attentive person and one needs to be extra vigilant on a motorcycle) and managed to get into a very serious accident tonight.

He's in surgery right now to repair his busted shoulder, and damaged knee. Apparently the accident was serious enough that, according to the hospital staff, this type of accident often leaves people dead or with traumatic brain injuries.

My brother lives alone, so the recovery from this should be interesting.

Mom and Dad are supposed to go away for three days tomorrow, and I almost certainly won't be able to get a flight out of here tomorrow...thought Mom says not to come up. We'll see what happens after the storm passes, and if Mom changes her mind.

The story that Mom got from my brother as she passed it on to me was that he was riding the bike, someone in a car pulled out in front of him and stopped, and he hit the car and was thrown from the bike.

(This also reinforces my objection to zedrikcayne getting a motorcycle. It's not that I don't trust him on a bike, it's that too many drivers don't know how to share the road with motorcycles.)

*sigh* Family.