You know that one picture that has this little cartoon and it says something like "sometimes I'm so happy I have to shoot rainbows out of my eyes"? Yah. That's how I feel today.
It may be disguised behind my droopy eyelids that are overtired since I stayed up too late (again) because of being too happy to sleep. But the rainbows are there. And like rainbows they shine through a gloomy day to represent a bit of joy and remind us of God's promises to us. Sometimes there is gloom before the rainbow... but the rainbow comes.
Joy, joy, unspeakable joy today. And rainbows.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Roadkill - Accidental Attempts
I just have something simple today to comment on.
Why do animals want me to run them over?
In the past couple weeks I have almost ran over two possums and a rabbit. It gives me a half heart attack every time! I don't want to kill any innocent animals! (or guilty animals either, just to clarify.) Possible roadkill is becoming detrimental to my health. That ridiculous and dreaded moment where you slam on the brakes hoping that the possum or rabbit will still be running on the other side of your vehicle when you've come to a complete stop. Or that moment where you swerve hoping that the possum will end up going in between the wheels of your car. But then you realize that your car is too low and you thunk the possums head because the dumb thing was just sitting in the middle of the road looking at you with these beady eyes.
That is all. Questions I ask myself, sometimes complicated, sometimes... not so much.
Why do animals want me to run them over?
In the past couple weeks I have almost ran over two possums and a rabbit. It gives me a half heart attack every time! I don't want to kill any innocent animals! (or guilty animals either, just to clarify.) Possible roadkill is becoming detrimental to my health. That ridiculous and dreaded moment where you slam on the brakes hoping that the possum or rabbit will still be running on the other side of your vehicle when you've come to a complete stop. Or that moment where you swerve hoping that the possum will end up going in between the wheels of your car. But then you realize that your car is too low and you thunk the possums head because the dumb thing was just sitting in the middle of the road looking at you with these beady eyes.
That is all. Questions I ask myself, sometimes complicated, sometimes... not so much.
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