True stories about being married to a TV Meteorologist

Monthly Archives: September 2014

When Aaron and I made the decision to move in together, I knew I’d have to compromise with our personal differences in decorating. I thought I’d have to battle the typical ‘guy/bachelor’ style, you know the type: black pleather couches, band posters, lava lamps, etc. It turns out, when one marries a weatherman meteorologist they have to deal with nerdy weather gadgets all over the place. Now, it would be unfair of me to limit all his personal touches around the house, but I did have to put my foot down when we had multiple weather radios set for different counties and weather events within the state that would wake me up at all hours of the night. I personally don’t need to know if there is a severe storm headed towards Guymon or Ardmore at 3:00am. I don’t know if you have ever heard a weather radio at 3am, but it’s startling. After I had a few heart attacks from the weather radios going off, he adjusted them to only go off for severe weather in our personal county (this being a record low year, I’ve barely heard it). Aaron has done a good job of not going out of control with his weather gadgets, but all I can say is if you come over, you’ll know the exact temperature inside and outside, what direction the wind is coming from, the moon phase, and cloud conditions. I feel like a secret weather spy sometimes.

Now it’s time to play, “Can you name the gadget?”

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I think the average person may have 1 thermometer in their home, but then, they don’t live with a weatherman meteorologist.

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Growing up in the Midwest I thought I had a pretty good grasp on common weather terminology. I was exposed to extreme heat, frigid cold, droughts, tornadoes, blizzards, you name it anyone from the Midwest has seen it (maybe not a hurricane). It was only when I married a weatherman meteorologist that I quickly learned I wasn’t as savvy as I thought I was when it came to weather terminology.  Let’s begin with the first big ‘no-no’ I learned:

The Fujita Scale aka the Tornado Damage Scale:

I grew up referring to tornadoes as an F1, F2, F3, F4, and the biggest was an F5. This was tornado 101 and hasn’t changed for me since I first learned it. While I haven’t personally been exposed to a big tornado, I’ve seen my fair share of green, creepy skies, downed telephone poles, trees in the middle of the road, and home damage. Well silly me, I didn’t get the memo that the Fujita Scale had updated itself in 2007. Aaron is always quick to correct me every time I refer to a tornado as an ‘F#’. I’ll be asking an innocent question to our Oklahoman friends asking about the Moore tornado, or any other infamous tornado, and ask them if it was an ‘F5’ and I’ll hear Aaron mumble and correct me in the middle of my sentence, “it’s EF5.” Now, I’m not sure if people around me can hear him say this because he acts like a frickin’ ninja with it, but to me it’s like he’s the annoying mosquito in my ear just waiting to interject the “E” in the new and enhanced “EF” scale. It’s almost like Milton from the movie “Office Space”, “Um, excuse me, it’s EF# now, not F#.” – I think I’ll just keep referring to it as an ‘F#’ to see how refined I can get his ninja skills to me in correcting me.

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Many people keep asking me, “How did you meet the weatherman Aaron?” Well, there were a few steps to us meeting:

1. We went to the same grade school

2. We went to the same high school (I was a grade above him), we never spoke in grade school or high school; but school was pretty small, so we did know each others name.

3. We went off to college and eventually both interned at the same TV station in Rockford, IL. I was a news reporter intern while he interned in weather (both during separate semesters).

4. Because of us going to the same high school and interning at the same TV station, we became Facebook friends. We still debate who ‘friended’ who, but we both decided to meet up at a classy joint in Rockford (RBI) to talk over a few beers about our experience as interns.

5. And that my friends, is the romantic story of how we met.

The part of the story you may be forgetting, and may be curious about, is how I did as an intern and why I am not in news reporting today. Continue reading


Ever since Aaron and I started dating family, friends, co-workers, and strangers have always asked me the same questions about what it’s like being with a weatherman Meteorologist. I have been thinking about starting a blog to answer such questions and to give you a peak inside the life of me: a Wife of a Meteorologist.

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