We're driving to my folks' place which is in a semi-wooded area near the lake. It's dark. We're having a conversation as we get closer to their house:
Cach: ... and I said, "Why not eat that last piece?"
Beeki: Deer.
Cach: What?
Beeki: Deer.
Cach: Yes?
Beeki: No, not Dear, DEER!
Cach: (Looking up at the deer in the road) Oh, deer! (I brake in time.)
Beeki: Didn't you see it? I said, "Deer!"
Cach: I thought you were being sweet!
Beeki: ...*sigh*

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Cach, I'm offended that you'd even consider trading SC for so little. And to whoever voted for S.C., shame on you. I think we should put TX up on that list and see how it turns out.
Posted on 6/14/2006
I know you think Beeki is sweet and nice, but somehow i don't think she would just say 'dear' randomly while driving in the car.
Posted on 6/14/2006
My wife actually hit a deer when she was in college, before we were married. It did some pretty bad damage to the front end of her '88 Nissan Sentra.
And I have several members of my extended family in Pennsylvania who have hit deer, including one uncle who hit a deer three different times at the same bridge (not the same deer, of course).
So, when we're driving and somebody says "Deer!", we all take it very seriously, immediately, with no misunderstandings.
The biggest complaint I have is that my wife is so paranoid that she'll yell "Deer!" even when they're way off on the side of the road, nowhere near to being hit, and I start braking and saying "Where? I don't see them!" and she says "Oh, they were just over there along the side of the road."
Posted on 6/14/2006
I agree with Hammer. Having been raised a country bumpkin, I know for a fact that deer are STUPID. They're right up there with rabbits and armadillos when it comes to crossing the road. Deer have even been responsible for plane crashes in Oklahoma. Dumb, dumb animals.
Posted on 6/14/2006
chaotic hammer, that story so reminds me of Hyacinth Bucket and her "mind the pedestrian!" Awesome.
Sarah--please elaborate: how were deer responsible for plane crashes? That sounds exciting.
I had some friends who once hit a bull head-on in their huge truck. It was... extreme, but fortunately they all suvived. I also knew a woman who was killed when she hit a horse on a very foggy morning. Another reason good fences are so important in the country! I believe in a case like that the animal's owner can be held legally responsible if the fence was broken or insufficient.
Posted on 6/14/2006
Deer have a tendency to cross runways the same way they cross roads. They think since there's light provided that it's safe. However, it's not so safe when they get caught on landing gear or a propeller. My grandpa's airport made the evening news one time when one of his pilots had to do a belly-landing because the landing gear hit a deer upon take-off. They solved that problem by putting peanut butter on an electric fence.
Posted on 6/14/2006
Cach...I totally thought of you and Beeki last night. I was driving home and saw an plastic bag FLOATING through the air on the highway. I actually swirved slightly to miss it, BECAUSE YOU PUT THE IDEA IN MY HEAD THAT THERE MIGHT BE A BABY IN IT!!! You've put ideas in my head. I never knew about babies in bags until I read your blog!
Posted on 6/14/2006
Yeah, Tracy. And yesterday, while opening my four days worth of mail, I took out my scissors and cut up every credit card application that had our name on it, in tiny slivers, thinking the whole time, "Man, I need to get a shredder."
My grandparents hit a deer and it busted their front wind shield and the deer's blood got all over them. They're alright.
Posted on 6/15/2006
Sarah...real country bumpkins hit deer and then tag it, gut it, process it and have for dinner
Posted on 6/15/2006
Come on out to poetry night... my sister was to start an open mic comedy night soon...
be blessed and hope to see ya-
Posted on 6/15/2006
Boscoe--speaking from experience, eh? Notice I didn't say "redneck". My country family did/does nothing of the sort. There are a few things that clearly separate us from the rednecks.
Posted on 6/15/2006
Like clean underpants?
Posted on 6/15/2006
And not having NASCAR numbers shaved in your back hair?
Posted on 6/15/2006
No kidding, a-dub! I hadn't even heard of NASCAR until college! Yeah, college...yet another thing that separates us from the rednecks! (and clean underwear)
Cach, maybe you should have a "you might be a redneck" blog contest. Let's see who comes up with the best!
Posted on 6/15/2006
I will consider it with one proviso: all jokes made must be from actual things that have happened in your family.
Still on board?
Posted on 6/15/2006
The problem is...my family doesn't do redneck stuff. It was the kids I went to school with, i.e. one of my sister's classmates had a brother that was also his nephew. Yeah, it was that bad. This is why I couldn't wait to go to college and study among normal people.
Posted on 6/15/2006
I hope you aren't calling those that you are working/living around now normal Sarah
Posted on 6/16/2006
TRU STORY! - I was in BRH (a choir) at Baylor and my friend Travis hit a cow on the way to one of our gigs. Best part, though, the cow was HIT BY ANOTHER CAR, FLEW UP IN THE AIR, and then LANDED about three feet in front of my friend's car. I swear I am not making this up. Would Beeki scream COW!? Would she have time?
Posted on 6/16/2006
Okay... that does it. Dr. T sent me over the top. Look for a forum to share these whacked country upbrining stories very soon.
Posted on 6/16/2006