well...considering I was raised in Houston and am used to hurricanes that damn storm scared the hell out of me.

To sum it up...my father who is a police office was on duty for over 36 hours, leaving my mom, me and my sis at the house with no power or water. Lost power on friday night. Needless to say that began days of complaining about the lack of airconditioning.

The scary part though was the wind. My mom and me stood at an upstairs bedroom window and watched as the wind completely knocked down the back portion of our fence, and heard when it shattered one of the bay windows from shaking the pane with the frame.

Now normally during hurricanes I sleep. And I mean SLEEP. Like for 14-16 hours. Because when it is that hot, and you are that bored, sleep is the next best option. Ike even hit at its worst during the middle of the night, and I couldn't get a wink in. Every time I would doze off the large tree outside my bedroom would rudely awaken me by slamming into the side of the house.

So when this noise stopped and I was finally able to sleep I now know I should have been afraid. Because here is the reason the tree stopped banging against my wall...