I hate nature

So this happened:

We had a crazy storm on Monday and our part of town basically took a direct hit. Branches were down everywhere–including into the windshield of our car, as you can see from the photo above. The best part is, we were the only car on our street *not* parked under a tree.

It’s about as awesome as you can imagine, but it could be worse. We weren’t *in* the car when it happened, and our house was spared any damage. Another insane storm blew through last night and we only had a few sticks in our yard for that go-around.

The insurance adjuster came out on Tuesday. He was very nice and seemed to genuinely feel horrible about having to tell me that the car was totaled. I wasn’t exactly surprised–the car was nine years old and subsequently worth less than what it would’ve cost to fix damage to the roof and frame. But it was also wonderfully, gloriously paid off, so we’re looking at having to take on a car payment for the first time in six years. I would be lying if I said that thought didn’t make me want to throw up.

The whole process has sucked a lot–I think mostly because it was such a random event and there’s no one to blame for it. Money is going to be tight while we work to replenish our savings, but I realize we’re lucky to *have* savings to begin with. While this situation is unfortunate for us, it could be potentially devastating for someone else.

Still. It was sad to see the old girl go. She was very good to us for a long time.

I love Edward James Olmos

Ross and I have been spending an embarassing amount of time watching back episodes of Battlestar Galactica in efforts to be caught up when the series finale airs in a couple weeks. We *might* have spent his sick day yesterday watching 6 episodes in a row. Possibly. Could be a rumor.

You may or may not know that it stars Edward James Olmos as Admiral William Adama. I have to say that I came into my consumption of this show already loving him. Helloooo, Stand and Deliver! A negative times a negative equals a positive. You don’t got a ticket you don’t go to the show. Coooooooooool. Sigh, I think only my brother and sister will care about what I just said. Trust me. Watch it.

Anyway, my constant watching of Mr. Olmos on Battlestar might have altered my understanding of reality a touch. Why do I say that, you ask? Well, I spent much of the day yesterday singing this in my head…

You say Obama,
I say Adama,
Adama, Obama, Obama, Adama,
Let’s call the whole thing off!

Yes. In my brain I am equating a fictional space admiral with our history-making President.

I mean, look at him! That is a man ready to make some hard decisions. He’ll put you right out an airlock, he doesn’t even care.