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I have to remind myself to at least check my friend's list every day or so, even if I don't post. Its getting that if I miss more than a few days of lj it is a pain in the posterior region to scroll through all the entries (and I don't want to miss any of it, I LOVE my friends' journals)! I don't know if its my computer or the livejournal stuff, but I find if I have to go back more than a couple times, things start freaking out and repeating entries and putting stuff out of order and all.

Anyone got any insight on that for me? Thanks.

Its amazing how quickly time goes by when you keep yourself busy trying to solve one relatively trivial problem after another. I finally got my car repaired and paid for- my car now stops on command, and I finally quit having the dreams where my brakes go out and I have to stick my foot out the door and stop it like Fred Flintstone- and was resting on my victories. But then Libby [livejournal.com profile] divalibby76 came into town. Which is a really WONDERFUL thing, in of itself. I got to go to Ikea with her yesterday :-D But when she went to go get her oil changed yesterday, the nice man at Oil Express told her that her oil was curdled. And then she noticed that her car was making a funny clicky noise. So she took it to the dealership.

It is not a healthy car.

I will let her tell the rest of the story. It is, after all, her car.

She is currently downtown at her condo closing. At the sound of the beep, she is probably this very second making her signature! YAY for Libby!!

I'm supposed to go as an advisor to the District Conference retreat this weekend, with five of my youth group kids. But frankly, I'm already exhausted, and I think I might be coming down with a cold. I know I really should go, try to form some cohesiveness among the kids and all, but I really BIG part of me doesn't want to go. I KNOW I won't get any sleep, not to mention the 3 1/2 hour drive to the place SOUTH of Peoria. I think I will call my pastor this afternoon and tell her I am getting a cold, and if she acts all disappointed and stuff, I will go anyway. If she doesn't think it is a big deal, I will beg off. I'd much rather spend the time helping Libby paint her new place, and I really need to find time to go to the cemetery in Peotone with my family (it being All Saint's Day tomorrow and all, even though I'm not Catholic) to lay flowers and stuff.

On the up side, I couldn't find my Eeyore ears and tail from last year (sorry, Marta, I know they're here SOMEWHERE), and I don't really have the patience to look. That's not the up side. The up side is that Libby came up with a costume for me this morning. I am going to be a hippie! Like that's a long shot. I think my boot-cut jeans will be close enough to bell bottoms, and I have my beat up sandals, hippie shirt and love beads and all. I think I can make it work. Except that I have never seen a hippie who was bigger than, like, a size 6, so maybe that won't be totally believable. Maybe I can just tell everyone I'm Mama Cass and see who gets the reference? If I have time I may play with the temporary tattoos that came with my henna kit. I'm thinking of getting some face paints and putting daisies and peace signs all over my face and arms, too. WOOHOO! This will be fun!!

Ok, gotta go get stuff accomplished. Or at least pretend to. *poof* I'm gone!

Date: 2002-10-31 10:16 am (UTC)
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* From Darma and Greg last night *

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