Dear Deer: Please don't commit suicide with my car

I have a stream of random things worth writing down/blogging about starting with the dear that ran into my car on my way home for thanksgiving. It dashed out into the road before I could make a reasonable decision. At the speed I was going, there was no stopping. I swerved around it, but the not so bright animal continued galloping into my side door. Unfortunately, my first thought was, "Is my car okay, and I hope I killed it!!!" I felt a little bad for the deer, but the thought of my car being messed up made me livid. I didn't bother to stop because the thought of blood on my car made me uneasy. Then I had to reason with myself: "Should I have sympathy for my car or the animal." My decision: forget both and get home!

Once I got home, I decided that I would take a look against my better judgement. To my surprise, I saw nothing significally ruined in the dark of the night. I jumped for joy and did a victory dance. One item unharmed. All I had to do now was convince myself that the deer was okay.

Then I woke up the next morning and saw my car in the sunlight.

That deer better be dead.

...and HARRY POTTER!!!!

Last week church had something extra added to shake up the crowd. As one of the women was finishing up the children's lesson in front the church, one child thought he should add a little addition to the end of the prayer. They had just got done doing a demonstration where the women related the popularity of Jesus to Justin Beiber and Harry Potter to ultimately give a lesson about being prepared when God calls on us or when Jesus comes. As she had the children finish up the prayer, on little boy added, "And thank you God for HARRY POTTER." There were a few gasps from the crowd, but I couldn't have been more entertained or prouder. That little boy was a true fan and I admired his guts. What an interesting kind of faith. I felt like adding an Amen. I wonder if thanking God for Harry Potter is a weird thing to do. I decided it's not weird as longer as you thank him for Jesus too. I am of the belief that God understands humor.

You know it is approaching winter when...

So last week I was walking to my car parked in a garage when a guy starts walking at the same pace beside me. He started chatting like it was normal to follow a girl to a parking garage and talk to her. Fortunately, he got lucky and that girl was me. From the look of him, I had nothing to be afraid of and did not mind being followed. Apparently, his car was parked in the same garage. He also went to the college. After small talk we finally parted ways because our cars were parked on the opposite side of the floor. Once I reached my car I realized my fly was down the whole time, a problem that I only worry about when it begins to get cold. Usually, I wear skirts until the chill kicks in, but that day I had on pants. I stood there wondering if I should be mortified, but decided against it considering my zipper was only an inch long to begin with. It is always aggravating to deal with because it is not long enough to have to worry about being exposed, but just long enough to be annoying when it is down. I quickly zipped it up and thanked God that I only have to deal with this problem for a quarter of the year. I don't think he noticed, but it I am am still bothered my my zipper is only one inch!! Just give me a button.

Oh cold weather, why must you make me wear pants!!!