Thundercall.

When I heard that tornado producing storms were headed our way, I did what any good mother would do. I tucked all three children in their beds upstairs by the windows. Of course I took precautions. After they were sound asleep I signed up for Thundercall. Thundercall is an automated phone call from our local weather man, Jeff Lyons, who will alert subscribers in the event of severe weather. We were all set. I was so ready for disaster.

After doing the dishes and then working out, I was just about the relax when the tornado sirens rang out and my phone started ringing. Who the hell was calling me, I thought. Oh yeah! The Thundercall! Kudos Jeff Lyons - quite impressive.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said to Justin. "If I'm going to wake up these kids and haul them to the basement. We better not have a roof when we come back up."

And so it was that I intentionally woke the the children.  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Jeff Lyons, this better be good.

While Justin gathered flashlights to take to the basement, I woke the kids from a dead sleep - sirens blaring - and threw them on the basement couch in front of Jeff Lyons and his spinning red radar of death. Terrified screaming ensued.

The Rumbach Family's prepares for disaster. 

I then really began to question our disaster readiness and quizzed my husband on our supplies.

ME: Do we have a battery-powered radio?
HUSBAND: No.

ME: Do we have flashlights?
HUSBAND: Just one.

ME: Do we have a first-aid kit?
HUSBAND: No.

ME: Do we have, like any canned goods?

HUSBAND: No.

ME: Do we have bottled water?
HUSBAND: Oh no.....but we do have beer.

So there you have it. In the event of an emergency, please find my family drunk under a pile of rubble.