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Jun. 2nd, 2003 01:58 pm5/29
Wow. Freaky, freaky. I bet my dad freaked too, when I called and started the conversation by saying, "Smoke coming out of the wheel well on the car isn't a good thing, is it?" I went down to the grocery store for something, and thought something felt odd with the car on the way...but decided it was my imagination (as things like that usually are). When I started smelling something hot, and then saw SMOKE, I got pretty frightened. Thankfully the smoke didn't start until I was almost where I was going, which is good because the road down there has *no where* to pull off. I made it to the mechanics shop, where the nice man told me a...um...some car-inclined guy help me out here! Something to do with a caliper, which Chrysler very stupidly made out of plastic instead of metal, meaning that this happens a lot. Like, they get hot and melt and start little fires.
WHICH IS NOT GOOD WHEN YOU ARE A LONE WOMAN WITH LITTLE CAR EXPERIENCE!!
But, I lived. Dad came and got me and schlepped me home. The car is in the shop, and I left a notebook in it which I dearly hope the mechanics won't read. ROTFLOL. If I'm lucky, it'll be fixed by tomorrow noon, so mom and I can use it to go to Tulsa.
Luck? What am I talking about?! It's not luck. Although it was scary, it happened at the best time, actually. It didn't happen earlier in the day when mom and I would have been stuck in town. It didn't wait to happen until tomorrow when we would have been stuck in Tulsa. It didn't start to smoke until I was close enough to get to the mechanics. God is good. He protected me from a burning car. =)
After I got home the adrenaline left and I was Very Tired and Shaky. (See, it was scarier for me because I have a profound fear of fire burning up my house and car!) I did finally go play badminton with my youngest brother. He's a good player, especially for being nine...as good as I am. (Maybe that doesn't say much?) And it was a good reason to get some actual exercise. I'm pitiful at that. Sometimes I think it'd be good if I had a bit of a weight problem, so I'd be motivated to exercise. If you stay at your ideal weight no matter if you exercise or don't, eat tons of ice cream or don't....yeah. I feel badly about it, too, because I'm afraid my mother and friends who aren't like this don't think I can understand their problems. oh well.
Um, where was I? Oh. It was a fun game until one of the dogs joined in. She seemed to think it was her own personal entertainment, meaning she WANTED THOSE BIRDIES. So it became an interesting game of Badminton-Obsticle Course [Keep From Tripping Over the Dog and For Goodness Sake Don't Let Her Chew Up The Birdie!]
I was just reading through some of my old posts, and noticed how terribly often I use parentheses (sorry! Lol) and...oh my, some simply awful spelling errors. Again, my apologies. I just often don't take the time for spell check.
6/1
Another eventful day. In the evening the SSG turned out another fairly successful performance...it irritated me greatly that a number of people showed up to sing who haven't been to the practices in weeks. It showed. =P **can't stand people singing off key** All in all it wasn't too bad, though. Still, we need to do a lot better when we record our CD this summer (late June is what it looks like now.) Maybe the music teacher Ruth hired to work with us leading up to that will put the fear of God in them.
Speaking of recording, it sounds as if we'll be doing it at our church. I was hoping for the real studio experience, but he's not sure he can fit us all into his studio! Oh well. It's just that I've worked on the side of the glass with all the amazingly dials and switches, and I hoped for the chance to be on the singing side. =)
Someone came back to visit who'd been gone nine months. I was so glad to see him again...he helped introduce me to Tolkien and is, in fact, one of the few fantasy admirers that I knew in person. Of course, to cement the bond, he's the one who gave me the baking stone as a graduation present last year. So when I found out he was coming back, I baked up some of my best "French bread Marie style" (um, sort of like an Italian peasant version) to give to him. Yummy.
Oh, I got called a mystic today. (Um!?) And was told I was really pale...again. Sorry, I can't help it. At least he added that I didn't look ill, since I have such ruby colored lips (which amazingly are naturally that way.) And I sang the word "repine" three times during the evening, which amuses me. Also amusing was the effect we had on the audience: some were, apparently, very touched and cried through most of the service. What seemed like an equal number were asleep. The rest were either indifferent or hiding their emotions very well. Including, unfortunately, one person whose thoughts I would have loved to know...
6/2
Mom's surgery is tomorrow. Um...I'm not sure how I feel. Lots of my worries have been relieved by my meeting with her doctor; still surgery is surgery. I guess I won't know how neurotic I will be about it until tomorrow.
I have too much to do. I can't decide what should take priority so I end up only doing what's necessary. It's discouraging. Part of it must be my mixed up mental state. I can't wait until things get back to normal.
Wow. Freaky, freaky. I bet my dad freaked too, when I called and started the conversation by saying, "Smoke coming out of the wheel well on the car isn't a good thing, is it?" I went down to the grocery store for something, and thought something felt odd with the car on the way...but decided it was my imagination (as things like that usually are). When I started smelling something hot, and then saw SMOKE, I got pretty frightened. Thankfully the smoke didn't start until I was almost where I was going, which is good because the road down there has *no where* to pull off. I made it to the mechanics shop, where the nice man told me a...um...some car-inclined guy help me out here! Something to do with a caliper, which Chrysler very stupidly made out of plastic instead of metal, meaning that this happens a lot. Like, they get hot and melt and start little fires.
WHICH IS NOT GOOD WHEN YOU ARE A LONE WOMAN WITH LITTLE CAR EXPERIENCE!!
But, I lived. Dad came and got me and schlepped me home. The car is in the shop, and I left a notebook in it which I dearly hope the mechanics won't read. ROTFLOL. If I'm lucky, it'll be fixed by tomorrow noon, so mom and I can use it to go to Tulsa.
Luck? What am I talking about?! It's not luck. Although it was scary, it happened at the best time, actually. It didn't happen earlier in the day when mom and I would have been stuck in town. It didn't wait to happen until tomorrow when we would have been stuck in Tulsa. It didn't start to smoke until I was close enough to get to the mechanics. God is good. He protected me from a burning car. =)
After I got home the adrenaline left and I was Very Tired and Shaky. (See, it was scarier for me because I have a profound fear of fire burning up my house and car!) I did finally go play badminton with my youngest brother. He's a good player, especially for being nine...as good as I am. (Maybe that doesn't say much?) And it was a good reason to get some actual exercise. I'm pitiful at that. Sometimes I think it'd be good if I had a bit of a weight problem, so I'd be motivated to exercise. If you stay at your ideal weight no matter if you exercise or don't, eat tons of ice cream or don't....yeah. I feel badly about it, too, because I'm afraid my mother and friends who aren't like this don't think I can understand their problems. oh well.
Um, where was I? Oh. It was a fun game until one of the dogs joined in. She seemed to think it was her own personal entertainment, meaning she WANTED THOSE BIRDIES. So it became an interesting game of Badminton-Obsticle Course [Keep From Tripping Over the Dog and For Goodness Sake Don't Let Her Chew Up The Birdie!]
I was just reading through some of my old posts, and noticed how terribly often I use parentheses (sorry! Lol) and...oh my, some simply awful spelling errors. Again, my apologies. I just often don't take the time for spell check.
6/1
Another eventful day. In the evening the SSG turned out another fairly successful performance...it irritated me greatly that a number of people showed up to sing who haven't been to the practices in weeks. It showed. =P **can't stand people singing off key** All in all it wasn't too bad, though. Still, we need to do a lot better when we record our CD this summer (late June is what it looks like now.) Maybe the music teacher Ruth hired to work with us leading up to that will put the fear of God in them.
Speaking of recording, it sounds as if we'll be doing it at our church. I was hoping for the real studio experience, but he's not sure he can fit us all into his studio! Oh well. It's just that I've worked on the side of the glass with all the amazingly dials and switches, and I hoped for the chance to be on the singing side. =)
Someone came back to visit who'd been gone nine months. I was so glad to see him again...he helped introduce me to Tolkien and is, in fact, one of the few fantasy admirers that I knew in person. Of course, to cement the bond, he's the one who gave me the baking stone as a graduation present last year. So when I found out he was coming back, I baked up some of my best "French bread Marie style" (um, sort of like an Italian peasant version) to give to him. Yummy.
Oh, I got called a mystic today. (Um!?) And was told I was really pale...again. Sorry, I can't help it. At least he added that I didn't look ill, since I have such ruby colored lips (which amazingly are naturally that way.) And I sang the word "repine" three times during the evening, which amuses me. Also amusing was the effect we had on the audience: some were, apparently, very touched and cried through most of the service. What seemed like an equal number were asleep. The rest were either indifferent or hiding their emotions very well. Including, unfortunately, one person whose thoughts I would have loved to know...
6/2
Mom's surgery is tomorrow. Um...I'm not sure how I feel. Lots of my worries have been relieved by my meeting with her doctor; still surgery is surgery. I guess I won't know how neurotic I will be about it until tomorrow.
I have too much to do. I can't decide what should take priority so I end up only doing what's necessary. It's discouraging. Part of it must be my mixed up mental state. I can't wait until things get back to normal.
