So Sam and I did our duet today. I was shaking like a leaf, but I didn't forget any words and I didn't sing off key. There were only a couple times when I couldn't get enough breath. But I think I made up for those times in other spots.

Sam sang all right... She does fine with someone singing a part with her, but she just gets slightly off when singing without voices. But we did get a few compliments afterward. :)

After church Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Sam and I went to eat at a waffle place. It was there I broke to Sam the worst news, I'm sure, she has ever heard in her whole life: I have to take her car to college... And she'll have to drive my car.

I just kind of blurted it out. I wondered if that was all right, but only after I'd done so. :P Am I tactless? No, I think I just was more optimistic than realistic. In other words, I expected a better reaction from Sam than, of course, could be realistically expected. Her face instantly crashed into a look of absolute disgust. "What?!" she said. And the complaints poured forth. "What am I going to drive? I hate that car! It doesn't work! What if I need to go out of town? Like to M******? I don't know, but what if I have to?! That's not going to get me to work every day! But it's so old!"

Mom offered her the red Jeep if she ever needed to go out of town. Grandpa suggested his VW. :) (I think his car's older than mine. Not to mention just recently crashed into by a massive deer.) I suggested Grandpa's blue rig if my poor (insulted!) little blue car broke down on her.

I hate the thought of leaving my innocent little car in her hands. She'll destroy it... Without a hint of remorse, and probably on purpose. Then she'll blame me because I took her car.

I know I'm too attached to my little car, but... It's been so good. Despite its many deaths and miraculous resurrections, it has been a good little car. I don't want Sam to kill it--not on purpose, at least. I don't mind if it dies, and that's the end. (Poor little car.) But I don't want Sam to kill it!

Um... Anyway... Oh yeah. Sam brightened up at the idea of driving the red Jeep. She actually smiled and almost laughed at Grandpa's joke about the VW, which, to be honest, astonished me. (After I saw her initial reaction, my optimism failed.) {sigh} Why was I writing all this? Oh, yes. Could you guys, maybe, just pray that Sam's heart will be softened, or that we'll find some sort of reasonable solution to this issue? :S Two weeks isn't enough to find me a car--well, except on God's time... But I don't know if Mom'll keep looking once Sam accepts the inevitable. (Which she will. She always does. Resentfully, of course--but she is sensible enough to accept the inevitable, especially when Mom sets her foot down.)

There was one other thing I was going to write about... Hm. This is my last full week of work. :) Then I work Monday, August 15 and then I'm DONE!!! That reminds me... I wish Jenny would call me! I need to run my ideas for painting the room by her. If we go with the idea I really like, I'll have to start painting as soon as I get to college, with or without Jenny (she'll be in California till the 21st). I'm so excited though!!!

Heehee... Song lyrics:

Be to ke lombila Yesu
Yamba ye
Yangalala, Yangalala
Yandu nzila
Nzila ya Nzambe nazulu
Yangalala, Yangalala

-Stephanie

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