So I'm starting to heal up and I think all of my owwies have made themselves evident here's the full roster:
Bruised and possibly cracked ribs, right side, three of em or so.
Jammed/sprained wrist, I thought it was sprained then it popped and felt a little better but it's still sore enough that I think it's sprained too.
One nick on my forehead.
Bruising on my knees from hitting the dash.
Sore back, and right shoulder.
Goose egg that's nowhere near as big as I expected it to be.
All in all I got off light.
And, since everyone is curious about how exactly the elk got on the roof, here's the breakdown based on what I saw and the damage.
Refer to the photos for visuals.
Elk came out of the right hand ditch, and attempted to jump the hood. His back legs leave the ground before getting whacked by the passenger side headlight, starting him spinning to face the rear of the car.
Shoulder/chest impacts around the middle of the roof at the top of the windshield, gut hits just inside the passenger side door post, hindquarters wrap around the side of the car.
Momentum carries his shoulders up over the roof and he slides off leaving the smear on the passenger rear door.
I came to a stop shortly after the end of the blood trail on the highway.
DM says the bit of elk stuff in the passenger floorboard was likely stomach rather than lung, which could have come in either through the windshield as he hit or the passenger window as he slid by.
That's as near as I can figure, anyway. Right up to the part where I hit his back legs, I KNOW that's what happened. The rest is based on that and the damage to the car and my very general knowledge of physics.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Elksplosion
So, very early Friday morning, I was headed across on a lonely stretch of highway (do we have anything else here?) and I had a close encounter of the elk kind. I'm fine, but my car is totaled. Yes, I'm a little banged up but all things considered I got off damn lucky and I'll take it. So many things could have been that one little bit different and I'd have been done for.
As is I got off with a mildly sprained wrist, some bruised ribs, a whack on the head and a really clear impression of the rear view mirror on my right forearm. Plus assorted bumps and bruises and aches and bits of glass everywhere, of course.
Without further ado, and in no real particular order, I give you the Elksplosion.
As is I got off with a mildly sprained wrist, some bruised ribs, a whack on the head and a really clear impression of the rear view mirror on my right forearm. Plus assorted bumps and bruises and aches and bits of glass everywhere, of course.
Without further ado, and in no real particular order, I give you the Elksplosion.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Blargh
Delivery truck was late tonight, resulting in my having to juggle customers, counting all the crap they were hauling in, and pizza making all at once. Follow that up with an unusually steady Tuesday night and getting all my regular work done, and I feel like somebody smacked me.
To top it off I may be getting yelled at tomorrow because I made an executive decision when my cow-orker was wringing her hands. We had two separate, large grass fires burning in the area today, with high winds. The Salvation Army ladies were going to take stuff out to the firefighters, who are all volunteer.
Boss wouldn't answer his phone, so I made the call and said we'd make a list of what they took and they could come in and pay for all of it when they had a chance. It's the Salvation Army they're not going to ditch out on a bill, and we don't have an audit in the next couple of days so it should be fine.
I paid for the coffee myself... most of those boys started out fighting a fire mid morning, and didn't get done until after nine pm. And those were the lucky ones. Some of em were still out there watching for flare-ups at eleven.
Grass fires are no joke this time of year, there's a ton of dry fuel and when the wind picks up they can really take off.
For the curious, one of the fires was on the Kansas state line. Go to google maps and find highways 116 and 160 in southeastern Colorado, through into Kansas.
In places, that fire spanned the entire distance between those highways.
The bright side is that it sounds like nobody lost their home. Several of the historical homesteads were burned, some telephone poles and two barns, between the two fires, but as far as I know it didn't get anyone's house.
Here's hoping there aren't any flare ups and we don't have any more.
To top it off I may be getting yelled at tomorrow because I made an executive decision when my cow-orker was wringing her hands. We had two separate, large grass fires burning in the area today, with high winds. The Salvation Army ladies were going to take stuff out to the firefighters, who are all volunteer.
Boss wouldn't answer his phone, so I made the call and said we'd make a list of what they took and they could come in and pay for all of it when they had a chance. It's the Salvation Army they're not going to ditch out on a bill, and we don't have an audit in the next couple of days so it should be fine.
I paid for the coffee myself... most of those boys started out fighting a fire mid morning, and didn't get done until after nine pm. And those were the lucky ones. Some of em were still out there watching for flare-ups at eleven.
Grass fires are no joke this time of year, there's a ton of dry fuel and when the wind picks up they can really take off.
For the curious, one of the fires was on the Kansas state line. Go to google maps and find highways 116 and 160 in southeastern Colorado, through into Kansas.
In places, that fire spanned the entire distance between those highways.
The bright side is that it sounds like nobody lost their home. Several of the historical homesteads were burned, some telephone poles and two barns, between the two fires, but as far as I know it didn't get anyone's house.
Here's hoping there aren't any flare ups and we don't have any more.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
More on Chopsticks
Alternately: A Moron With Chopsticks.
Ok, so it's not that bad, but I really suck with chopsticks. A while back I got my back up and decided that I was going to eat a meal with chop sticks, one way or another, just to shut DM up. I still refused to use the giant clothespin, though.
Considering I was actually starving at the time I figured it was a good motivator.
DM chuckled at me, until I sat down and actually started trying to eat. And growling at my food. And cursing under my breath.
Then he got up and brought me a fork, which I of course refused to use. It was the principle of the thing, by then.
"We'll practice on popcorn later, eat."
"I am eating. With chopsticks. Shut up and be happy about this."
"You're going to die of starvation before you finish your food."
"Sweetheart....."
"I know, I know, shut up and be happy about this...."
And so it went. I did eventually start to figure things out, but about then my hand started cramping up and I had to pause. I got most of the meal eaten, but about the third time my hand cramped up I gave up and switched to the fork.
Most of my success was of the "it's not *right* but it made it into my mouth" variety. Considering we weren't in public at the time I didn't really care, although I didn't even bother to try eating the rice with the chopsticks.
DM swears the giant clothespin will help me learn to hold my hand correctly. I don't particularly care, I'm still not eating with a laundry-drying device.
I may, however, eventually, in some distant and as yet unrealized future, actually learn to use chopsticks correctly. Or not, cause I really do suck with them.
I still say they're a device used in poor countries to make what little food they have last longer. They certainly work to slow me down.
Ok, so it's not that bad, but I really suck with chopsticks. A while back I got my back up and decided that I was going to eat a meal with chop sticks, one way or another, just to shut DM up. I still refused to use the giant clothespin, though.
Considering I was actually starving at the time I figured it was a good motivator.
DM chuckled at me, until I sat down and actually started trying to eat. And growling at my food. And cursing under my breath.
Then he got up and brought me a fork, which I of course refused to use. It was the principle of the thing, by then.
"We'll practice on popcorn later, eat."
"I am eating. With chopsticks. Shut up and be happy about this."
"You're going to die of starvation before you finish your food."
"Sweetheart....."
"I know, I know, shut up and be happy about this...."
And so it went. I did eventually start to figure things out, but about then my hand started cramping up and I had to pause. I got most of the meal eaten, but about the third time my hand cramped up I gave up and switched to the fork.
Most of my success was of the "it's not *right* but it made it into my mouth" variety. Considering we weren't in public at the time I didn't really care, although I didn't even bother to try eating the rice with the chopsticks.
DM swears the giant clothespin will help me learn to hold my hand correctly. I don't particularly care, I'm still not eating with a laundry-drying device.
I may, however, eventually, in some distant and as yet unrealized future, actually learn to use chopsticks correctly. Or not, cause I really do suck with them.
I still say they're a device used in poor countries to make what little food they have last longer. They certainly work to slow me down.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Puppies!
We have five beautiful schnauzer puppies as of some gawdawful hour last night.
Three little boys, and two little girls.
Two of them are already spoken for and we'll see about the rest. I'll get good pictures up when Belle settles into the mommy thing a little more comfortably. She's doing really well she just gets a little anxious if you fuss with the pups too much just yet.
Three little boys, and two little girls.
Two of them are already spoken for and we'll see about the rest. I'll get good pictures up when Belle settles into the mommy thing a little more comfortably. She's doing really well she just gets a little anxious if you fuss with the pups too much just yet.
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