Saturday, September 24, 2005

This is my neighborhood,nothing but a few broken limbs. --- via Motorola V505, the wonders of MoBlogging.

Friday, September 23, 2005

It's really hard to type on this phone, but we are ok. I should have my computer up and running tommorrow. Thank you God. --- via Motorola V505.

---Edited from my mother's house. She has power, I DO NOT. It sucks, but at least we're alive and we have 3/4 left of gas on our tanks.

We are ok as of right now. Looks like Rita is going to miss us by a hair. -- -via Motorola V505

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Hurricane Rita

For those of you wondering about us, we will be just fine. We will be boarding up the windows today, and I'm in the process of filling every container I can find with drinking water. I bought plenty of non-perishable food that will last us approximately a week. I feel like I exagerated a little bit, but I don't care. My family comes first.

The traffic getting out of Houston is horrendous, there is no gas at the gas stations, so there is no point in us leaving anywhere. I ask you all to keep us in your prayers. I can Mo-Blog if my cell phone works, so I will most definitely do that if I have to.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The happy couple! Posted by Picasa

The kids, August 29, 2005 on their first day of school. Aren't they precious? Posted by Picasa

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Katrina, what have you done?

Houston - Boy, am I proud of us right now.

It's so devastating to hear all these stories about people with no food, and no water. Babies running around without shoes or diapers. My soul was broken yesterday when I heard a particular story that hit close to home, about a man and his wife.

I have donated about 10 trash bags full of clothing - women's, men's, and children's. My employer is also taking donations of food, diapers, and cleaning supplies. I'll probably clean out my pantry tomorrow night for that; right now, I'm exhausted...and I feel so bad for feeling exhausted. I have a roof over my head I can call my own, these poor people can't.