Figuring stuff out March 5, 2008

Hey-I figured out how to set the date/time stamp to the proper time! I’m so very not techy, so I’m actually rather impressed with myself!

I don’t expect anyone else to be impressed, but it’s a big thing for me. Maybe I’m getting techier after all! Yeah, right!

As promised, a friend story March 5, 2008

I must have done something right in a past life (no, I don’t really think I had one, it’s just metaphorical) because I do believe that I have the best friends in the world. This is a story about 2 of them. First, a little backstory. Back in grade school, her 5th and 6th grade years, I think,  my sister had a best friend, J.  A year or 2 ago I took an algebra class. What, you ask, does this have to do with anything? Alot, actually. There was a girl (woman, actually) who looked oh so familiar to me, but I couldn’t place from where. After some conversation: no, not the same high school, not military, not church etc., we realized that she was J, my sister’s grade school best friend. So old connections are made new.  Ok, so that was alot of backstory. So sue me, sue me, what can you do me. (Anyone know what that’s from? Hint, I was singing as I typed.) Fast forward to the past month or so, and the windows on my little Jeep Liberty started to go, one after another. Down they went, held up solely by cardboard. The back 2 were broken and the poor kids were getting cold. Finally one window fell all the way down into the door, so I called my good friend J to ask “What the heck do I do?????” As it happens, she’s very knowledgable about such things, and said “go buy these parts (at the ‘good guy’ price) and we’ll do it ourselves”. Ourselves being J., her fiance G and myself. So the plan was set. On the day this was all to take place, what should happen but the front passenger window falls down, down, down. Boy, was I not having a good day. I was ready to drive the stupid vehicle off a cliff and be done with it. I left the car completely unlocked, unclubbbed, hoping that it would be stolen and driven to Mexico. (No such luck, by the way.) Anyway, my friends talked me down and said not to sweat it. So we had a change of plans, and we just had dinner and watched a movie and all around relaxed and had a good time. We traded cars and they fixed my car the next day while I was at a training class for Sunday Youth Group (another story for another time). By the time I was finished with class, my car not only had the windows fixed, but had been washed and cleaned out as well. I was overwhelmed! The story does not end here. They are amazing people, and their efforts thus far were quite amazing enough! But wait, there’s more! A couple of days later, as I turned on the right turn signal, I noticed that it no longer sounded like dinkdinkdinkdinkdinkdinkdink….(minor fender bender a couple of months ago knocked out some of the bulbs), it now sounded like dink       dink      dink     dink     dink….like it’s supposed to sound! Yes, they are amazing! And yet, that is not all. Another few months back I drove through some paint that some idiot spilled all over 7th Ave (right by where the Target at Camelback used to be, for you Phoenix folks) and henceforth had paint all over the side of my car. And, you guessed it, most of it is now gone. Are these people unbelievable, or what? I do think that angels are walking among us. And still, the story is not finished. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I’m relatively hard on my vehicle. It gets worse. One day, again-months ago, as I was pulling out of the driveway, the right rear-view mirror hit the basketball thingy (one of those big moveable ones, which, in my own defense, was stuck too far out-thanks, kids!) and the mirror came off, and the plastic around it was cracked.  Yes, J, I finally noticed that you fixed it! Again, in my defense (for not noticing for 3 days, I had stopped using the rear-view mirror as it did me no good, not being there and all. Suffice it to say, my friends ROCK more that this silly little blog-o-mine could ever say. I will try to be more carefull with my poor little Jeep.

I need to name the poor little abused Jeep. Any ideas, anyone???