Yesterday's (well, actually Thursday since it's already Saturday now) bad weather really got me to thinking lastnight more so than normal. A tornado touchdowned about 5 miles north east of my house. When the news first showed that there was a funnel cloud in the area, it looked like it was right over my street (actually it looked like it was being pinpoint to the interstate which is <1/4 mile from my driveway). We've always been super fortunate, except for in the 60's (waaay before my time) a tornado hit and destroyed the barn in our field (and fortunately didn't hit my family's house). I remember most of the structure was still standing when I was a little kid (up until 1990) and only being able to step foot inside just a few feet because everything had collapsed, and then they finally tore it down. I just remember it gave me the chills back then imagining that something so destructive could hit so close to home (literally).

Anyway, the news kept showing the area where the tornao hit and all of the damage. Just looking at the cars alone really bothered me. Before the tornado I was sooo concerned about hail because I already have hail damage to the hood of my Seville, and I'm so terrified of my it happening to my Deville. Ugh, I'm terrified of anything happening to my Cadillacs. I'm still not over the people backing into my Seville during classes several years ago. But there were all these cars that were pretty much destroyed from all the damage that the tornado and winds caused. Everyone was saying how thankful they were that no one was hurt (which is indeed a blessing) and that cars can be replaced. Yes, cars can be replaced, but I can't imagine having to replace my car if something happened. I would seriously cry if the wall of a building or a tree landed on my car and crushed it. I would freak out even if just the glass was blown out. Omg, I would be out there carefully taping plastic in place so that nothing could get in but also so that the adhesive from the tape wouldn't damage the paint or the interior.

So lastnight I realized how warped my thinking is because I would probably put myself in a life threatening position just to save one of my cars. Gosh, when I thought my Seville's engine was on fire, like a fool I just sat in the car and called home crying about what was going on, and then got out after popping the hood to check it out (I was terrified that I wouldn't like what I was about to see).

Tonight at the Tin Pan South event, Hanson sang a new song. There's a lyric that pretty much says "you don't need a Cadillac because I'll be waiting for you with my bare back (?) to carry you away" (it's supposed to be about friendship, people, friendship!!!). rofl, I was actually kind of sad that it was being suggested that I don't need a Cadillac! Seriously, can a person really provide the smooth ride and luxury of a Cadillac while they carry you to your destination? Um, I think not!!! Omg, see!?!? My mind instantly goes to protecting my Cadillacs' rights instead of thinking about the comfy, warm, and happy feeling that the song is supposed to be giving me!

And another thing, I feel absolutely awful because my car is covered in bird poop! I think the bad weather scared the poop out of the birds and it all landed on my car. But I didn't realize it until I was leaving for the show and didn't want to set myself back from getting there so that I could get the car parked safely (yes, I chose the overall safety of my car over the safety of its paint!). So there it was in the parking lot, right where everyone could see, covered in birdie nastiness! Poor baby. I'm going to have to give it a good hosedown tomorrow. Hopefully it isn't hurting the paint! :/

Ugh, I think I need to go to Cadillac rehab...