I may like watching Little House On the Prairie with Ladybug, but I don't actually want to live like the Ingalls family. I'm rather fond of modern-day conveniences like central heat and light. I recently saw an episode where the girls were lost in a blizzard. I could feel how cold they were. I can deal with not having television or Internet for a while, but the other two are things I find necessary. I bought Ladybug Frozen this past week on iTunes, and I also realize that I'm no Elsa. In the song "Let It Go," she states, "the cold never bothered me anyway." Yeee-ah. It bothers me A LOT. Just this past week, we've had a cold bug in our house (not the flu), and I have had chills, almost constantly. I haven't been able to get warm until the last couple of days. It's been that bone-deep cold that just lingers.
In 2000, I was home on Christmas vacation from college when one hit where I lived with my mother. That brought about my mother's bright idea to sleep in her car, periodically turning on the ignition (no, we weren't in an enclosed garage, but still) to keep warm. Thankfully we were only without power for a day. In 2009, Bart and I survived the one up here, in NWA and bought the t-shirt. (Seriously, we bought "I Survived Ice Storm 2009" t-shirts at Houndstooth.) Thankfully we have a gas fireplace that kept things warmer, and have since even bought a generator (that will be kept outside lest we give ourselves carbon monoxide poisoning). Still, so much damage is caused by ice storm that I can't help but look toward Sunday with dread.
So, I'm praying and asking you to pray that Dan and all the other weathermen out there are wrong, and that we don't get an ice storm. Two catastrophic ice storms in fifteen years should be more than enough for anyone to survive.