Earthquake

I'm writing this post while our tech guy at work fixes my stupid connection.

Since I'm in a pissy mood from that I'll fill you in on another thing that made me pissy. The damn earthquake we had yesterday!! I thought I got off lucky when we lived here a few years ago. Didn't feel one shake. Ever since we moved back I have felt maybe 3 or 4 little ones. Nothing scary, just a little wiggle. Well that was not the case yesterday. We had a 7.2 about 100 miles away. That thing shook my building like nobody's business.

We had been bringing in the boxes from the storage closet to get them organized and ready to be moved out. A bunch were stacked up by the sliding glass door and the blinds were pushed behind them. Well, I hear the blinds jiggling, so I go in there thinking it's the cat. By the time I get there the ground is moving and there is no cat that the window. I'm holding onto the wall and the boxes so they don't fall just waiting for it to stop. It keeps going... and going. Getting worse even. I hear car alarms going off in the parking lot across the street and then it finally stops. What does my ever so caring husband do? Runs (yes I said runs) to his computer to post it on facebook. Are you freakin kidding me??? How about go around and make sure everything is ok, maybe check on your animals to make sure they're not squished under anything? I was peeved. We had no damage, and thinking of it I'm really glad we got all the pictures and stuff packed on Saturday. I bet a lot of them would have fallen off and broke.

So now I'm just dealing with aftershocks. They aren't bad, kind of like the other ones that I have felt. But they do make me nervous being so frequent. I don't want there to be another big one. Definitely another reason why I'd rather be in a one story house when we move back. Being in the 4th story of a 5 story building is kind of scary when you think it could collapse!