I'm Sorry, Mr. Squirrel

Just call me the bringer of death.

I ran over a squirrel today. First time I've ever done that, and I feel awful. Up until now, I've managed to successfully avoid turning anything into roadkill, but today the squirrel's number was up. I was heading west on Curtis Road, and I was approaching the stop sign on Mattis, so I was starting to slow down. I noticed something in the road, but the sun was in my eyes so I couldn't quite see. When I got close enough to realize it was a squirrel, it was too late. A quick check of my rear view mirror showed a car behind me, so stomping all the way down on the brake was not an option. I'm not going to risk someone rear-ending my car (or in this case, Mike's car, sorry babe) for a cute fuzzy nut loving squirrel. He was frozen and trying to decide which way to go, and I pulled slightly to the right, hoping he would dart to the left or stay still. The sickening THUD I heard told me that that plan didn't work, and he ran the wrong way.

All the way home I was picturing the front tire as an abbatoir. I was so sure that every person I passed going the opposite direction would see squirrel guts painted all over the front of the car. I was also convinced that I was leaving a bloody tire track for someone to follow. When I got home I looked for gore and thankfully there was none. In fact, the tire and front looked fairly clean. So maybe I ran over his tail and he's fine, just hurt. But probably not.

I'm sorry, Mr. Squirrel.

How come....

Whenever I have time to blog I have nothing to say?

Instead, when I'm too busy to blog I think of all the things I would blog about if I had the time.

Like the new class I'm taking at the Fitness Center called "Drums Alive!" It's pretty much an excuse to jump around and bang on an exercise ball for 45 minutes with real drumsticks. Only fun until someone pokes an eye out. And since there are people who are even less coordinated than I am in that class, it's a real possibility.

Side note-I'm listening to the worst song ever-Bobby Russell, "Saturday Morning Confusion". I think I need one of those drumsticks to put in my ear canal.......

I took the day off on Friday. Which would have been fantastic except for the cold I started getting Thursday night. So that meant most of Friday was spent laying on the couch, and I didn't really shake the cold until Sunday. The injustice is I have the equivalent of 60 days of sick time and I get sick on the weekend when I can't use it.

Work's easing up a bit. We have another big project coming up similar to other projects we've done before, but the good thing is this time I have a staff that can take care of the day to day stuff while I attend meetings and concentrate on this project. But my employee with the longest amount of experience is going on maternity leave soon. I hope she comes back. To my department, that is.

I'm also working on a certification that gives me a career change option. I'm almost halfway through the class now and I enjoy what I'm learning. It's still a little scary to contemplate a career change, but I'm starting to feel stagnate in what I'm doing now.

Two new shows to check out-Sons of Anarchy on FX and Trueblood on HBO. The writing is very original, and the characters are extremely engaging. I've also starting watching Fringe, but I'm not sure how long that will last. Mike and I poked a lot of holes in the pilot, and he's not watching it anymore. Also, the special effects guy must be JJ Abrams' cousin or something, because every location change was announced in GIANT FLOATING LETTERS. It got rather silly after a while. Another show that was watched and jettisoned after one episode was Raising The Bar. Predictable, predictable, and predictable.

I leave you with the song "My Girl Bill" by Jim Stafford. Boy, I'm glad I don't remember a lot of songs from the Seventies...