At this point, I'm hardly phased by events like these. After what happened last night, what the North Dakota storms did last month, and what my dad recalled about his childhood on the Minnesota farm, I'm not really scared or surprised by these scary surprise storms. I've just learned that I ought to take shelter, even if a bad-looking storm isn't warned. You can't put all your faith and trust in radars and storm spotters. There's no way they could've easily spotted the funnels with the rain. 

Speaking of storm spotting, I took several pictures of the storm while I stood on the front porch. In one of the pictures, there's something that looks very suspiciously like a nearby tornado that was documented by others. It's extremely hard to see, and I didn't notice it until I was messing around with editing tools on the pictures out of boredom. I'm not entire sure it is the tornado, but I'm not denying it either. 

Original picture from my front porch facing northwest. 

Edited version that is focused in on the possible tornado. 

Picture of that same storm off the news, probably of the western side. 

When I noticed this, I didn't think too much of it until I saw the pictures from the news coming in. At that point I realized (again) just how close I was to disaster. I'm just glad that the tornado stayed a relatively safe distance away from me, because while it would've made for a very good story, it wouldn't have been worth the trouble of a damaged house and injured horses, or even worse; the trouble of me being injured. Plus, I really don't want to ride one of those things out alone. As much as I like my space and alone time, and am very brave and confident in tough situations, I'd never want to survive a tornado alone. I was shaking in the basement bathroom, and was worried sick about the rest of my family who were out and about. If what I got on phone is the tornado that was very close to Elizabeth, and even closer to me, I'll just say I'm glad it stayed north of me, and didn't go along with the southbound storm. If it did, it would've hit me. 

And yes, I'll definitely finish the blog I started almost three days ago, even if it kills me. While events like these seem to only happen to me, they don't. I have close family that have gone through a lot worse than I have, as far as weather and accidents go, and have some amazing (and terrifying) stories they share with everyone who asks.