Field trip to Trammel Fossil park today. Wasn't horrible at all. It was quite pleasant, actually. Many, many rocks and a big, big hill. Kaitlynn talked me into climbing said hill. We found a fossil that looked like it had a twig of some sort in it. We then preceded to refer to it as "the great tree fossil" and made up a story about becoming an Indian goddess and falling in love with a warrior (this relationship would begin as a strong dislike, and then magically, love? I don't remember) It was very fun.
I just remembered that she gave me a romance novel about a thumbless man to read. Thumbless and sexy, she says. I personally still swoon over the thought of the winged formorian Lochlan, bless his heart. And, on to another subject.
After having all the brakes on my car replaced (pads and shoes) I (foolishly) thought that I was done with the maintenance for a time. Apparently not. Friday my car stalled in the middle of an intersection. I had my dad come rescue me, and then it ran smoothly. Dad said it would be near impossible to find a problem when it wasn't doing anything wrong. So, I drove the car all weekend, no problem. Today, it stalls twice and then when I go to drive back to school this afternoon, it will not go any faster than 15mph. Dad comes home and drives it, it drives fine. Tell me, what am I to do? I'm not making things up. I certainly don't want to get stranded somewhere because my car is broken. I don't want to drive it until the problem gets worse. I don't want to make my grandpa take the whole thing apart looking for a problem he can't see. Arg. I have to drive it. I have work and school and a life.
Okay. Slap to the face. Here I am getting all stressed out over something stupid. This is a machine, not my life. There are many more important things. This is not major, it will pass. There will always be something to worry about, to distract me. So, I'm done. I'll deal with the problem and not waste my energies worrying when I can do nothing.
Kaitlynn let me borrow her Bethany Dillon cd. The song that slapped me in the face says, "There are a million voices calling out my name. You're the one I wanna hear, so make the others disappear, You're all I need."
I'm thinking about getting a job somewhere else. I work nearly every Sunday. I want to go to church. I want to go to several churches and find one that is right for me. I haven't been to church in ages. Although my relationship with God is not dependent on my church attendance, I feel that I need a church base. There are several reasons for this, but I don't really want to list all the pro's of going to church. You know them, don't you? I've been reluctant to go for some time, but the time for that has passed. I've had some unpleasant experiences with teenage Christians. I've had them push me and push me until they nearly pushed me away from God. But I won't go into that either. Anyway, at the beginning of this paragraph I was trying to say that I want to get a job somewhere that I don't work on Sundays. I'll talk to my manager about it, of course, but I do not think she will like the idea of me not working them. There are already two girls that don't work Sundays. Maybe every other Sunday? I like my job. I like it a lot. But I will not choose it over this. Well, I'll tell you all about what happens next, I'm sure.
Now my fingers are REALLY cold. Do your fingers get cold when you type?
Good night then,