Katie Phelps

Yesterday morning, I went outside to start my car.  We don’t have a garage, so it had a little bit of frost on the windows and I thought a few minutes with the defroster running would be just perfect.  So I take out the key and stick it in the door and turn…but it wouldn’t turn.  Odd, I thought.  So I tried a little harder and it turned.  So I turned the car and and swung the door closed and it hit closed, then instantly bounced back open.  Something is definitely wrong.  So I tried to close the door again, this time following it with my hand and it wouldn’t close.  I looked at the little hook thing (yes, I know a lot about cars) that makes the door closed and couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so I left the door ajar and went inside.  I told Bryan I broke the car, made a sad face and told him I was really really sorry and asked him to come see if he could fix it.  Like the fabulous husband he is, he put his coat on and went to take a look at it.  After we played with the door a little bit, we both concluded it couldn’t be fixed before we had to be at work (we were both already late anyway).  So I went inside and got some masking tape and tried to tape the door closed, but it was too cold to actually stick.  So Bryan took me to work and we just left the door open a little bit.

Later that day, my friend Andrea brought me home from work.  I knew that I had to see if I could get the door fixed because we really don’t need that car to break right now.  So I played with the little hook thing again then closed the door and it closed!  I fixed it!  HORRAY!  As soon as Bryan got home though, we did a little more investigating and discovered that it had frozen open earlier and it wasn’t broken at all.  It was just stickin’ cold!

I was recently told that I don’t update my blog enough. So tonight, I thought that I would. (and because I thought of something to write about)

Tonight I spent some great time with some of the people that have made the biggest impact in my life, my Scroll newspaper friends. While we were chatting one of my friends and I got into a conversation about how it is good to hang out with people who know you, and love you for who you are. People who were with you during some of times in your life when you were growing the most and deciding who you really were.

For me, these people were there with me during some of the most confusing parts of my life and with me as I decided what I wanted to do. Because they were there with me for all of those times, I know that no matter what I do or what happens, they are always going to love me.

For the last little while, I have been feeling quite a bit discouraged because I don’t think the people that I spend most of my time with don’t really know me. Or don’t really care to really know me. Or I’ve been talking to some friends I have for a really long time and they’ll comment about me and the way that I used to be so long ago that I don’t even think about it. And I found myself wondering again who I am and if the way these people see me is actually who I am. But spending time tonight with my friends this evening reminded me that I know who I am. I don’t need to question who I am.

I appreciate them so much and am so glad they came into my life.