R.J.
ROFL... no doubt!
As long as I'm not in a brick building (or on a bridge), I actually enjoy earth quakes. All of mine have been mild (7 or under) except 1... and I was a kid at that point and no one I loved died, so I'm a lot more casual about them than, say, those were were adults in 89, or lost people they loved.
LOVE monsoons. :) :) :)
Dated a stormchaser for awhile / actually drove around LOOKING for the funnels. Again. I was pretty immortal at that age, so my respect isn't what it should be for serious wind.
Was a rescue swimmer. I don't trust being on boats... but I have no problem flying into hell to get people OUT of the drink once their boat has dumped them in. God, I love love love big swells. It's like flying. Takes some patience, though to get 10 feet as the crow flies, when you're dropping and rising 30-40.
Worked the emergency disaster thing for awhile. To me, even 10 years later, I see devastation and have to keep my hand away from the phone. The hardest was the tsunami in Thailand. That was the first big one after becoming mom, and the whole helo'ing into crazy storms and driving through feet of water (or boating / debris jumping) is something of a no-no.
Okay. I think I may have just realized I'm a freak.
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I CANNOT handle aligators and crocodiles, though. All y'all who live in the South are certifiable maniacs.