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I picked a bad weekend to be in Omaha... I'll never get used to being awakened by storms and tornado sirens. We were staying down at Offutt AFB, so we were quite a ways from the worst of it, but the sirens were on from about 2:25am - 2:45am.
I don't know what's worse, just sleeping until your house blows away, or getting woke up by sirens and not knowing if you are going to get hit!
Rob take it from a full blooded plainsman. It's the not knowing thats worse.
For that reason most people that I know sit on their decks and watch the tornadoes and storms come in. It's kind of morbid if you think about it , but we like to see our impending doom coming.
Gary and I have three sisters. All are married (the last is soon to be) but it's not fdaair gary doesn't have to live with or around them anymore.
The one who is soon to be (aug.2) still lives at home and one of the others lives a block and a half away with her five kids. And guess who gets to babysit whenever my sisters do some thing??!? MMMMEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And because of this male living nightmare i may disapear from time to time because the places i hide don't usually have internet access. Except my brothers.
Two blondes with hammers, Carol and Donna,
were doing some carpenter work on a Habitat for
Humanity house. Carol, who was nailing down
house siding, would reach into her nail pouch,
pull out a nail, and either toss it over her shoulder
or nail it in.
Donna, figuring this was worth looking into, asked,
"Why are you throwing those nails away?"
Carol explained, "When I pull a nail out of my pouch,
about half of them have the head on the wrong end,
and I throw them away."
Donna got completely upset and yelled, "You moron!
Those nails aren't defective! They're for the other side
of the house."
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