Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
F...ing Deer.
I've been driving (legally) for over 20 years. Up until last October, I had never hit a deer. I watch for deer as if they are on every road around here. Because the damn things are. We were on our way into church in October and took out the front end of our Bravada with a deer. Luckily we were insured. (defn. of Insured: Gambling a recurring amount to wager that you will hit a deer, while the insurance company takes your money to use it to bet that you will not. You still lose.)
This morning, I was fortunate enough to have a deer poop on my windshield. Of course, a few things happened immediately before this astounding event.
This morning, I was fortunate enough to have a deer poop on my windshield. Of course, a few things happened immediately before this astounding event.
- deer races from thick dense brush into the path of my Saturn.
- Saturn breaks 3 of the deers legs and disembowels the deer.
- Saturn continues to move underneath the deer, propelling it onto my windshield.
- aformentioned deer poops.
I need to find another car or find a hood, windshield, and fender for this one. But I'm ok. The deer is not. I still win.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Summer's (almost) over
The dreaded Labor Day weekend has passed, which marks the unofficial end of summer. The schools are all open as of tomorrow (if not before). It seems like it goes so fast, but did it really? I have to stop and list what has gone down over the last three months so I'm not so depressed that winter is coming (just think, snow in less than two months). So here we go:
- Graduation from Stout
- Trip to Colorado to see my brother
- Trip to House on the Rock/In-laws in Milwaukee
- Church Campout at Chetek
- 12 yr anniversary
- Trip to Big Top Chatauqua/Bayfield and Madeline Island
- Swimming at Wakanda/Geocaching/Picnicking
- Trip to my Aunt & Uncles 25th anniversary in Ripon
- Cooking out / friends / etc...
- Cucumber Fest in Boyceville
- etc...
If I'm missing a couple, you get the point.
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