11 Things I am Thankful For

I know I do not live in the USA, but I live CLOSE to the USA, so in honor of Thanksgiving, I have written about what I am thankful for. I have not included the ho-hum things I am thankful for, like friends, family and my health. That is a given that I am thankful for those things!

Top 11 Things I am Thankful For (in no particular order)

1. QTips - I hate wet ears!
2. My feet are size 7 instead of children's size 2 like my sister Pam's
3. That there are 2 people in the world who want to see me every day. At least until they get sick of me and begin praying I get kidnapped by aliens
4. That I am not a turkey in the USA today
5. That someone invented bandaids. I Love bandaids. I don\t even need the name brand ones. Generic, no-name, ones with little cowboys on them. Love them all.
6. That on Wednesdays you can get homemade corn chowder and a roll for $4 at Lewis's Pharmacy up the street
7. That I have a voice and I (mostly) use it appropriately
8. That I am not (too) judgemental
9. That I don't see ghosts like several other people I know!
10. Nobody has written a letter and put me on the show "Canada's Worst Driver" or "What Not to Wear" or "Jerry Springer".
11. That I have never gotten sprayed by a skunk, bitten by poisonness snake, or crawled on by a tarantula. That might seem like 3 things to be thankful for, but I suppose I can roll them under 1 category called "That I have not been attacked by wild animals"


Now tell me something you are thankful for. Pretty, please?

Oh, Deer!

So my friend Angela and I decide to take a quick trip to the Falls. No, not "Niagara Falls", where more than 168,000 cubic m (6 million cubic ft) of water go over the crestline of the falls every minute during peak daytime tourist hours. I mean "Grand Falls", which is kind of like the P-A's nearest bit of civilization. By civilization, I mean can go to McDonalds in Grand Falls, AND, if the stars are aligned, I might also be able to buy a pair of Franco Sarto boots at the one shoe store that carries more than steel-toed workboots.  

So, anyway, we just barely get on the highway in my Baby, when out of the corner of my left eye, I see something that scares me so bad I start hyperventilating and slap my right hand to my heart to make sure it is still beating. For a full kilometre, I was only going 80km and hour. My Baby started to hyperventilate, too, as She is used to travelling along that stretch of highway at twice that speed.

So, what I saw looking at me from the back of the pick-up truck beside us was two beautiful faces with big, brown eyes. The empty eyes of two deer.

What is left of the city girl inside me freaked out at seeing dead things in the vehicle beside me on the highway.
But the country girl inside me gave myself a few thuds on the chest to get the heart pumping again, and sped up to....ummmm....a faster speed, so Angela could take some shots at the deer. Pictures, I mean.

Angela tried to snap pictures of the deer on the back of the truck from far away. That didn't work. Then she took pictures from behind, but near the truck. That didn't work. So I finally pulled right beside the truck with two dead deer on the back, and kept pace with them while Angela tried to get a picture.

Chasing the Truck Down the Highway

I am sure the driver of the Quebec-plated truck was wondering what the heck two blond women were doing chasing him down the highway at top speed, then easing the Miata up beside him. Maybe he thinks that how men get picked up in New Brunswick....drive your dead deer around on the back of you truck until a woman sees it and gets all excited and chases you down. Oh, deer.

Kinda Icky, Actually. Why Did I want a Picture of This??