tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post8928046992016956653..comments2023-05-02T08:17:46.337-06:00Comments on boy + girl: It wasn't murder it was suicide!leah janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494732330341026417noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-26702485703594553052011-02-27T18:47:07.378-07:002011-02-27T18:47:07.378-07:00Yes, the deer was the only thing harmed in the mak...Yes, the deer was the only thing harmed in the making of this photograph. Oh, and also our reliable old corolla. sad day! <br /><br />Mind, the deer gods conveyed their message loud & clear, all future travels will be limited to SLC only!!<br /><br />Jerilyn, I was highly amused to see you had a similar run in with a bird just a few short days later. :) I like your picture SO much better!<br /><br />Oh heather, that would be such fun, so we are kinda' sorta hoping for that too. Despite the fact that a new car would be AH-mazing!!leah janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05494732330341026417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-80154746426179145492011-02-25T15:06:52.722-07:002011-02-25T15:06:52.722-07:00Oh my goodness!!! That is so crazy, and scary, and...Oh my goodness!!! That is so crazy, and scary, and a little gross ;) I'm so glad that you guys came out of it okay and made it home safely and everything.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07284546347983167684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-55207090864611245412011-02-24T17:39:56.035-07:002011-02-24T17:39:56.035-07:00Please reliable old car, please live through this!...Please reliable old car, please live through this!!!! ;) I want to go to Canada!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359614867625440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-43675621151329668272011-02-23T18:07:00.030-07:002011-02-23T18:07:00.030-07:00I think I would be traumatized. I have come incred...I think I would be traumatized. I have come incredibly close to doing the same on many occasions, but some how was able to swerve or stop safely thus avoiding the rib on my car. Sometimes you just cant stop though! How sad to end your trip like that, glad you are all ok though!~Jerilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15669063249452266773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-42783108637565411412011-02-23T08:46:25.424-07:002011-02-23T08:46:25.424-07:00Yikes! That sounds like an awful day but I'm g...Yikes! That sounds like an awful day but I'm glad you guys were ok.KCraighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09255612527413031260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409136448852660192.post-49180165598811471202011-02-23T02:36:18.213-07:002011-02-23T02:36:18.213-07:00Okay, seriously. The deer Gods have spoken! They a...Okay, seriously. The deer Gods have spoken! They are angry with you for going to Canada. They told me to tell you that they would forgive you, if you choose not to go again and instead spend all of your free time in Salt Lake. At our house. Sounds like an easy deal to me. <br />Seriuosly, for reals, though...Are you guys okay?!? That's sooo freaky!AH! My stomach was sick even reading this. I bet that was terrifying. I wish Yan wouldn't always fall asleep and hit animals. That's the worst. Just kidding, I know I shouldn't tease about such a matter...But I must. <br />I hope you guys are okay, and if you guys buy a "volv" (Ha ha ha he he he.) I'm like 99% positive that Erik will want to move back to Logan. So...it's a thought. Plus, I have to tell you a story about his dream car...later. <br />ANYWAY, We miss you guys and love you! We're glad you are safe...:) Penelope misses you guys like crazy. She cries all the time and it sounds like, "AAAAUUUUNT LEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!! UUUUUUncle YAAAAAAANNNN!!!" It's so sad, because I know I have nothing in my power that can ease her suffering. You do, however, hold the key to her happiness. So come visit soon. <br />Love, MindyOstlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01748605102866955384noreply@blogger.com