Sweet Baby Jesus

I was driving home from work and Carrie Underwood's "Jesus Take The Wheel" started playing on the radio. I'm not sure how a country song managed to sneak into my musical diet of mainstream pop songs but that's neither here nor there. I reached down to change the station and I made eye contact with my Plastic Dashboard Jesus...


Salvation on a spring

...Yes, I have a Plastic Dashboard Jesus...when I remembered that I told Jumper that I'd bust out a rosary for him and his clavicle on my drive home from work.

So I prayed.

I was in the middle of the second decade, when I looked down and realized that I was speeding. I looked up and realized that there was a cop on the side of the road.

Crap.


He pulled out and started to follow me.

Crap.

He turned on his lights.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

I pulled over and waited. And started saying more Hail Marys. This time they were for ME.

He started walking towards my car. Daaaammmnnnn. He was a CUTE cop. Not relevant to the story...but worth noting.

"License and insurance"...blah blah blah..."Do you know how fast you were going"....blah blah blah. I handed over my info, honestly said that I didn't know what the speed limit was or how fast I was going, and he headed back to his car to run my license and do whatever stuff cops do when they go back to their cars.

He came back. I noticed he was only holding my license.

"Try to keep it at 30 MPH on France Ave, Miss. Have a nice day."

NO TICKET. No written warning.

I finished the rest of the rosary for Jumper on the way home, and added a few extra thank you prayers to the Big JC.

THANK YOU JESUS!!! No, seriously. Thank you.

Another Blood Donation PR

A 4:31, baby!

I donated blood Wednesday night. I swear it gets easier each time.

I was a little nervous that they'd turn me away because I've accepted money or drug for sex since 1977 I have historically toed the line of iron deficiency (hematocrit must be at least 38%). Since I've stopped eating meat, I was worried that I'd be iron deficient. It was a close call - my hematocrit was 38 exactly.

I had a good feeling going into this donation. I'd drank a lot of water throughout the day, so I knew a PR was possible. My previous PR was 4:45...and I blew it out of the water with a 4:31. Dude!

After the donation I got a rockin' sticker (I am Donor - hear me roar) and a fresh baked cookie. Yummmm...

Saved three lives? Check.
Ate delicious cookie? Check.
Got a karmic high-five? Check.