Dear Mother Nature,

I really love your rain. I even really love your storms. I also love when your sun is brightly shining and you through in a nice gentle breeze once in a while.

I think your lightening is beautiful to look at in the sky, but I do not like it up close and personal. For the past few days I feel as though you have been stalking me with it, taunting me. I do know wish to know how it the voltage of one single bolt feels. I am throroughly enjoying my time here on earth.

If I have done something to offend you will you please write me back and let me know so that I may rectify my wrongs. I would greatly appreciate a chance for a diplomatic resolution rather than you coming at me with your guns blazing.

Sincerely,

Jamie

I'm Sorry but Your Number is UP!

It's been a while since I have last written anything. Sorry. My bad!

On Wednesday of last week I felt as though my number was up. Not once, but twice I had very close encounters with lightening bolts. The first struck so close to me the hair on my arms stood up and I felt as though I had touched something after dragging my feet across the carpet. The second instance I went outside to sneak a smoke break. As I sat puffing my cigarette another bolt flashed right before my eyes.

By that time I immediately began taking inventory of myself as to what metal objects I had on me. After a quick once-over I realized that the only piece of metal was the clasp of my bra and I immediately stripped it off. I really wonder what the neighbors were thinking as I was doing that whole dance of trying to keep my shirt down while trying to slide on strap down at a time?

I don't know what it is about me, but electrical currents have always been drawn to me, just not nearly as close as the ones a few days ago. I think being around me during a storm would be bad news, especially if you stand to close. I guess I should wear a "caution" sign.