Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The One With Skippy in Shirt Sleeves

This is my day today. No, I’m not being metaphor- ical here. This is actually a picture looking out the backyard. I sent Skippy out the door in short sleeves into what I thought was a sunny day... and five minutes later there was thunder, lightning, hail and rain coming down like bullets.

It pulled Dillon out of his late-start slumber to ask, Mom, what is all that? All what? The noise! Um... thunder? Let’s just say that here in southern California thunder storms are a pretty rare occurrence. It is a strange day when we share Casey’s weather in Dallas. Although, we are not on any kind of tornado warning. I hope.

And now I leave you to ask yourself, did she just do a whole post... about the weather? Yes. Yes, she did. Because I love this kind of weather! And don’t worry, Skippy will be fine. It’s not that cold. And it’s not like they’re going to let him play outside with kites and metal poles and stuff...

12 comments:

Nan said...

I love a good thunderstorm as long as I am not in the south...in Casey's current world thunderstorms with hail mean the tornado isn't far away...I have seen lightening burn down a house after striking and searing electrical lines that set off an inferno...and I have seen hail the size of baseballs require an entire town to get new windows and roofs (and lots of new cars too)...and I have seen first hand tornadoes that have left houses in ruins...NO THANK YOU to thunderstorms in the south...however, enjoy the Southern California version of a thunderstorm...we are currently having Southern California like weather up this direction....

Cherie said...

Thunderstorms are the greatest! I love to sit on the porch and watch them move around the valley.

I was looking at the weather report for So. Cal. just yesterday and was surprised at the cold temps forcast for this week. I am sure you enjoy the break from the heat :D

Ivy said...

I want to ask you something about your post about whats-his-name, the speaker you talked about.
You say that he tells everyone that he loves them and they feel it and know it. This is my question. Do you think love is the correct term for that rather than cares about? I think that many people in our church use the word love when they really mean care. How do you really love someone you don't know? If they died the next day it wouldn't change your life as it would with someone that you really do love. See what I mean?
I know this is probably not important to you but it is to me and I wonder what you think.

Victoria said...

Ivy, I think that IS an important distinction, and while I can see that he genuinely cares about each one, that that is different than "love." I think I am pretty careful to use the word love when I mean it, although, I must say that I express that to many more people than I used to. But I guess, the next question is, is it wrong for him to say that? I don't really think so... I think telling one of the kids, "I care about you," sounds a little strange:) For the purposes of conveying his "caring," "I love you" does a better job. Agree? Disagree?

Ivy said...

I think it's better not to say it if you don't mean it. I do see that he makes a big impact on kids and that's important. Do you think the impact would be less if he didn't say it? I would guess that his impact would not be less without him saying that.
I just get frustrated with hearing it from people and then find out that it's not what they mean. It's just something they say. I find that there are many people in my life that do that and I don't like it. I would rather have someone that I can trust implicitly that never says "I love you" than many people that say it all the time but their actions scream, "I don't really care enough to take the time".
Thanks for your response!

Jamie said...

Ha! I did the same thing with Brandon by sending him to school on his bike. I figured it the weather was going to follow the pattern of the week. Apparently not. I LOVE thunderstorm weather!

Carolyn said...

That photo is (insert brilliant adjective here).

Not one hour ago my house was shaking with thunder.

Jamie said...

I would like to add to the conversation about Ivy's question. I think some people do say love without really meaning it, but I also think there are certain, rare people out there who say it & really mean it. I know the man that Victoria talked about & there is something different about him & when he says "love", he means it. I think he is probably the minority, though. I, myself, don't use the word love unless I mean it. Not even when my boyfriend (now husband) said it to me the first time. (Yep, I said, "thank you" and he won't let me forget it.) But, I didn't want to say it if I didn't mean it. I hope it was okay for me to add my two cents. I thought it was a great question.

Lisa--aka The Gardenweasel said...

as long as we don't have to hug when we greet, I'm all for saying, "I love you." I don't do either....or rarely do it. We didn't even say it as a family.

When I was a kid, I called from college, psyched myself up and then said it and hung up. I then went to my room and felt so embarrassed.

Yeah, we were weird. We are over it now. I still don't hug, though. Ick.

Nan said...

In many language the word "love" has multiple translations depending on the type of love. In Greek there are three words for "love" depending on the type of love... I think Brad Wilcox genuinely cares for the young people he sees and has a true brotherly love for each of them truly desiring them to succeed in and what they choose to do. That is a type of love that is genuine and real and in lots of languages has a different word than romantic love or unconditional love, but in English there is just one word for all types of love.

Victoria said...

Nan, that is so true! I think I can identify with Ivy's thought as well. I say this at the risk of sounding cynical: I think what she is talking about is more about trust than love. I have learned, through some less-than-pleasant experiences over the last few years, that while I can have many friends, and even "love" all those friends, at the end of the day there are only a handful that I "trust" to have my best interest, and that of my family, at heart. There are only a few who truly have my back. That doesn't mean the rest are bad people. I still love them. They are just following their own agendas. Looking out for themselves. And that is their prerogative... but it is good, and necessary, to know who your true supporters are in this life.

Shewinn8 said...

I love the picture. Before I read the blog I looked at the picture and was envious. I thought I wish the sky outside my window looked like that. That's weird, huh?