For the record, I haven’t always kept it on the road. I’ve been in the ditch a hand full of times and there’s always been a phenomenal reason for it. Like freezing rain without 4-wheel drive and snow and deer in the road. But most of the time, I’m a very good driver. I just don’t think that I can be a farm kid and not do some un-intentional off-roading. P.S. I’ve been making a big deal lately that I’m a farm kid in real life. What’s with that?
I went home for like 36 hours. I went, did laundry 5 million loads of laundry,(and I do my own laundry. I used to have to do my siblings’ laundry but since I’m the youngest, I don’t have anyone to do it for me, but me. My mom doesn’t even pity me) went to Bismarck for a family outing and all this without a nap. I work way better with a nap but this was worth it. Two notes on the family outing, if my brother and sister-in-law, for whatever reason, lose my niece all they have to do is have her laugh. It is a very hearty and distinguishable laugh and she laughs all the time. And I don’t realize that I am one of the few people in the world that use the words phonetics and derive in normal conversations.
I was driving home and I hit Adams County and Adams County cops are very strict on speeding. There is no speeding in their territory. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience. So I pass the only town I have to go through in the county and I’m driving and this out-of-state pick-up passes me. Now, I’m going speed limit because I know how intense these cops are about picking up speeders. I slightly speed in the other 3 counties I pass through going home because I don’t see the cops in those counties like ever. Adams County is an exception. I do break the speed limit quite often because 120 miles home is a long way and I get antsy in the car. So he (and it is a man because I did get a glimpse at him while I was scowling at him for going so fast in a “don’t go fast” county) passes me and is going like 15 miles an hour faster than I am and I turn into an 80 year-old and think ” I hope he gets pulled over” and what do you know? Two miles later, he gets pulled over. First of all the sheriff was in a red pick-up. That surprised me because they’ve always been a white Impala and then they bust out a red pick-up. Then I took great joy that this guy got pulled over right before I turn to go north. I take more joy in this than I really should. Again, I turn into an 80 year-old in random times. I also get excited because this happened like a half mile before I had to turn and lose eye contact with the situation.
So I’m driving north and I have to go like 25 miles before I turn again and so I’m driving all excited this guy got pulled over and I fail to remember that this stretch of highway is like the Bird Apocalypse. There are always birds of varying sizes trying to kill you in these 25 miles. So back to driving. I’m driving, listening to the radio and there’s these pheasants crossing the road, a normal thing, and I startled them by entering their territory and they fly up, I duck and break a little and one hits my windshield and flies over my car. I didn’t crack my windshield and I’m convinced that I only knocked the bird unconscious because I have a history of knocking animals unconscious with my car. I did with a deer last fall and know I’m doing it with pheasants this year. I think God was trying to tell me that I shouldn’t be so smug when other people get caught breaking the law, even when I’m following the law at that moment.
I came back to work this morning. My dad was all ready up and had some stuff done and was sleeping again when I was going to leave at like 6 this morning. I was being responsible and was going to tell him I was leaving so he didn’t wake up and wait for me to wake up and leave before he left and I wasn’t there. So I wake him up, make eye contact and I tell him I’m leaving and he’s on his feet in a second like I had told him I was dying of a gun-shot wound. Obviously what I said didn’t translate into what it should have. I try not to laugh when I wake dad and panic him for whatever reasons, but it’s so much fun. And he gets back at me, I promise.
So I’m tired and trying to keep myself awake while driving and I reach the Bird Apocalypse and I come over the hill and go down and what do I have to slam on my breaks for? Not birds. Deer. 4 of them and at least one of them was a buck. I was sleepy so I didn’t see if the other 3 had horns or not. I don’t know what it is about this area but animals love this area. It’s the corn and sun flowers they raise. It has to be. It makes for great for hunting but not great for sleepy Megans. Which is what I am right now.
I don’t even have any good parent stories from this weekend. We talked about insurance, they made fun of me having glass in my foot and looked at my battle wound and we talked about what happens to the farm after they’re gone. (hint: I’m not going back to farm. Taking part of the farm would be taking part of my brother’s lively hood and I’m not a farmer.) I was thinking today that a lot of people will tell parent stories like they tell stories about their kids. I’m totally guilty of that. But I don’t have kids.
On a non-animal related point, it’s my sister’s 7th wedding anniversary. She’s almost in double digits. But so is my high school graduation. I graduated and she got married the same year.