NO it's a fucking hurricane! Everyone here at home is panicing because of Rita. And I don't really blame them. Gas stations are completely out of gas and the ones that do have gas, it takes an hour to fill up because you have to wait in line to get to the pump. This is what I was just doing. In the 106 degree heat...waiting on a gas pump. For an hour. And I wanted to kill someone. Someone who had the name Rita...just by chance. My mom and dad are staying. Which is funny because my mom is one of the many people asking themselves why the morons in New Orleans stayed KNOWING there was a hurricane coming...yeah.... I am just worried about my little sister. So I gave my dad some money and told him that if he needed to, get the fuck out of Houston and he said "I'm staying here." He plans on cutting the roof off of the Dodge Ram and using it as a make-shift boat. Yea, you know we live in a trailer.... So me and Michelle are going to hide in her closet with our two kids. I am packing everything I can fit in my car and taking it with, because I have a feeling that my house won't be located at 7219 Curlew when I get back from Michelles, it's going to be 666 Mason Rd. Yup, I think that the storm is going to be strong enough to lift up this coke can of a home I have and toss it down the street. And the last thing I want is my clothes and important papers to go with it. My car has a better chance of survival, seeing how it out weighs the house...which is kinda funny...so I am packing up my most precious belongings and hauling ass outta here! I'm taking: My son, My cat, My clothes, and I might take my TV seeing as how I just bought it... I don't know yet. So I guess I better get packing! See Ya! B