Apparently, the inevitable has happened. I have turned into my parents:

Sunday morning, I woke up at 5 a.m., walked into the living room, and turned on the Weather Channel. Because weather! Changing! rapidly! exciting!

Actually, I am a complete weather nerd, and talk of dropping barometric pressure or high wind shear just about sends me over the edge. In school, I spent about a year trying to become a weather girl -- I was even the weather reporter on the college TV station and everything -- but real meteorology takes a fair knowledge of this thing they call "math," and after physics kicked my ass and left me alone, crying in the corner and eating my hair, I changed majors.

Even without the AMA seal of approval, I'm still a storm chaser. I watch "Storm Stories" and follow world weather events on the internets and TV -- but it's a fine line between and fascination and horror when you see something like this.