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Feb. 27th, 2006 08:27 am

aiiee!

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This morning seems to be jump out in front of Server Monkey's mini-van to narrowly avoid death morning.

Before dropping the kids off, a pair of Sandhill Cranes (very similar to Whooping Cranes, but smaller in stature and more of a grayish color instead of white) saw my van driving along and entered into flight mode. The problem was that their projected course was in my van's path. So, I had to slam on my brakes to try and avoid the things--they too, made a course correction and all was well. Well, mostly all. Abby did not like this type of driving one bit, and let me know about it. Already a backseat driver, that one.

About five minutes after dropping them off, and while I was in the middle of enjoying Run DMC's Run's House, I drove by one of the golf cart dealerships--yes, there is more than one golf cart dealer around here--and entered the Rottweiler slalom course. Two HUGE Rotts darted out onto highway 60 in front of my van. I yelled out, "Oh my GOD!" then braked, and actually managed to avoid the dogs. I don't know how there was enough space between both of them, and how I did it at 55 m.p.h. or so, but there we are. I glanced quickly in my rear-view mirror and then they darted back to the dealership. The van behind me was a complete stop, but I don't think they hit the dogs. No telling whether or not they continued their morning time play in the road routine, though.

I promise I am not on any medication, and I did get enough sleep--unlike the one time I did imagine a dragon with glowing eyes looking back at me through the large expanse of trees that were located close to the apartment I was living at at the time. Being up for nearly forty eight hours does me no good. I was going to write that that would be a story for another time, but you can pretty much get the gist of it now.
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Date: 2006-02-27 06:11 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] liadaine.livejournal.com
soccer dad! what kind of minivan do you drive?
Date: 2006-02-27 06:24 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] servermonkey.livejournal.com
Yeah. Ford Windstar. Rachel typically drives it, but we switched today.
Date: 2006-02-27 07:55 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] liadaine.livejournal.com
my 54 year old mum drives a ford windstar! :oP (i'm picking. i'll stop.) they're nice vehicles. i had to drive the van when mom and i went to nashville for my birthday (wall post noted.....and better late than never, so thanks!) and i really don't like the steering on it. it's too loose compared to my lurvely wee civic. it kinda feels like driving a tank.
Date: 2006-02-27 09:25 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] servermonkey.livejournal.com
I like driving Abby and Jon around in a tank.

Wonder if they like it too.
Date: 2006-02-28 04:03 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] gi-jamie.livejournal.com
When I was in ROTC and would be up for 48 hours before leaving at 3:30 in the morning to drive an hour and a half to train at UAlbany I once hallucinated that the cars in front of me were dinosaurs with red eyes (red tail lights) and as I was speeding past the yellow reflectors on the left of the thruway and white reflectors on the right side of the thruway they began to rise up and form looming glowing yellow and white walls. Needless to say that was not a good morning for me.
Date: 2006-02-28 04:37 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] servermonkey.livejournal.com
Ah, whew! See, I'm not the only one.

Talk about NOT a good morning indeed!
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