



Thursday, May 22nd, will go down in my history book as one of the scariest days of my life. A supercell F3 tornado ripped through my little town. I was at work a half hour away from my home and found out that the tornado had hit Windsor (not an area usually in the path b/c we're only about 30 miles from the foothills of the Rocky Mountains), so I tried to call my mother who watches my 8 month old son. I couldn't get ahold of her!! *Panic time* She lives a mile away from me. I start getting on the internet to see news coverage of where the tornado hit the hardest...the neighborhood behind my house is dessimated! I can't tell/don't know if I still have a home to go back to! Call my husband, he doesn't want to drive there because the clouds still look really bad and he doesn't/I don't want him driving into anything and possibly lose him too! Finally, I hear from my mother. She lost power a half hour before a tremendous hail storm hit - hail the size of baseballs were pounding the ground. Seriously, it looks like our lawns were aerated by them! She has absolutely no idea that a tornado just maybe took out my house. She and my son were just waiting out the storm; he slept through it! Too bad he doesn't sleep that good at night! (you have to keep your humor or you'll go insane!)
Finally, I decide it's probably safe to try to drive home. Shocker! The police aren't letting anyone through - not even residents, yet the news crews can be in my front yard...go figure! I sweet talk a cop into letting me just walk down the highway to see if my neighborhood was hit. He wasn't watching me so I hightailed it into the bad part and got out of his sight. I just had to see if my two puppies were okay or running loose. Another cop stopped me about two blocks in and tried to make me leave. I stood my ground and told him, "No, you have to let me see if I have a home to go home to!" He took my address and went to go look, then came back and gave me a ride to my house. This is what we pulled up to:
