Feeling Squirrely...

Good late afternoon,
Yet again, I should be studying and instead find myself screwing off, doing anything and everything other than hitting the books or, the keys (at least scholastically)
I am too excited for homework as my friend Loryn just pointed out on facebook - I am going to be a squirrel...
Doesn't make sense?
Well, history lesson in Deb Does life required.
Years ago - three I think - on my birthday, I was walking from the store I work in to the coffee shop. I was on a retrieval mission for my free birthday mocha.
The downtown mall was busy as hell that day and yet, I felt as though I walked along in a bubble that was all my own.
That was, until I came upon two men walking towards me casually as their wives shopped at a nearby vendor stand, the two women in a retail bubble all their own.
Suddenly (and I tell no lie) a very powerful whooosh swept by my head forcing my hair to move caught up on the breeze created by this unknown falling object.
The whoosh was followed by a very definite splat immediately to my left, right by my foot.
Stunned, I naturally froze in my tracks afraid to move a muscle - I honestly feared that a plane had lost a piece of gear and had fallen so close to my head, my escape from death nearly a no - miss.
The faces of the two men entering my bubble - told me what had fallen to it's probable death had in fact been something that seconds before had been alive.
Considering I was below no trees to speak of - my mind went horrible places imagining the possibilities.
I asked the men "what is it"
Both of them like two little boys "I'm not looking"
I pleaded in my best Marilyn Monroe voice "But it's my birthday - you have to look"
They shook their heads in unison, a very concise NO.
"Is there blood splatter on me, at least look at my dress!" I begged helplessly.
No blood Thank you God.
But there on the ground, in a twisted sad heap - a squirrel.
Completely still - looking deader than dead.
Of course,(because it makes sense) we three looked up to the sky - where the hell did it come from???
Was God trying to kill me, did he hurl a squirrel at my head straight from the heavens themselves?
And Why???
What is God trying to tell me by throwing a squirrel at me???
What message is there in this near death experience - a freaking squirrel???
Long story short, my friend Patrick suddenly entered the bubble - his past as the Squirrel whisperer coming in handy as he talked the corpse back to life which proceeded to jump up in one fluid motion, shake its tail very vigorously and then saunter off with Patrick although nothing had ever happened....
I was traumatized and Squirrels have stalked me since.
They stop dead in their tracks and stare me down with their beady little eyes - trying to tell me something that has eluded me until this very perfect day.
Today I made the decision to attend Mary Baldwin for my Masters program - I have promised the Mary Baldwin advisor (a wonderfully funny man)that not only will I do my major in English with my minor in education there at MB, but that also upon said completion, use my charms, smarts and applicable degrees to inspire the youth as a guidance counselor and English teacher.
He made me promise - told me the application is a necessary formality, but based on my transcript and my attitude, Mary Baldwin invites me in with eager and open arms.
Oh my God - did I make a decision today??? And a promise???
Did I agree to major in English and minor in education and commit to a three year masters program?
I think I did...
And then...
Loryn comments on my facebook page - "you're going to be a squirrel"
The college's mascot is a SQUIRREL.
A flippin Squirrel.
Go figure.
Destiny at work -
Now when a squirrel stops me on the street and stares my ass down - I will know it's because I am one of them :)
I am going to get my masters degree.
I am so proud of me I can hardly stand it.
I cannot wait for the opportunity to inspire some lost kid just like me :)
I AM GOING TO GET TO GIVE BACK AND I CAN THINK OF NOTHING BETTER.