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servermonkey) wrote2006-02-27 08:27 am
servermonkey) wrote2006-02-27 08:27 am
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aiiee!
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.
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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Wonder if they like it too.
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Talk about NOT a good morning indeed!