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Or rather, how it will, because it hasn’t happened yet. I mean, it’s a little too soon to tell, is all I’m saying—I’m not telling this right, am I? Okay, okay, back up, so:

Once upon a time, Kitty had a driver’s license. T’was an awful picture, but the mean, wicked DMV refused to change it. Whatever, DMV, whatever. So anyway, our fair heroine shrugged and went on with said picture, but being somewhat absent-minded, she oft tucked it away in her jeans pocket and forgot about it. It grew bent and creased, but she only had a year to go before replacing it with a new, better driver’s license.

That said, again, she’s kind of absent-minded, so she tucked it away somewhere and though she searched far and low for her lost driver’s license, she could not find it!

“Alas!” she cried, for she was sore vexed at the prospect of asking the mean, wicked DMV for a replacement, “What shall I do?”

Well, kiddos, this is what you does: you roll with it.

No, really.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’ve got to find the humor in these situations, and laugh at them. In my case, losing a driver’s license sucks, but it’s not that big of a deal, except… it’s kind of hilarious. New Year’s is all about new beginnings, finding the new you (for the next three months, before the old you returns and asks where all their stuff is), all that jazz. And for me, this was a metaphorical new me. My driver’s license is from when I was sixteen. I was overweight, still in high school, at times fiercely unhappy and other times boundlessly enthusiastic, and looking back, I’m not that person anymore.

You know how when someone loses weight, and you’ve been with them the whole time, it’s hard to tell? But go away for three months and suddenly it’s, “Wow, you’ve changed so much!”?

We can’t go away for three months from ourselves, so we never really see how we’ve changed until we see an old picture or remember something from the past and laugh and think, “Was I ever that stupid/naïve/awesome?”

So yeah. I don’t normally make New Year’s resolutions, but since the old me is both literally and metaphorically going through a shift change, I am this year. Maybe the New Me makes resolutions now.

The point is, I’m making changes. This New Year’s, I was surrounded by people I love who were all mumbling their way through Auld Lang Syne until the chorus when seven drunken would-be Pavarotti's began belting out the familiar parts, but none of them were people I hung out with last year. I’ve got old friends still that I wouldn't trade for the world, but I’ve got new friends too.

And I think, sometimes, that the true point of New Year’s is to remind ourselves that change is sometimes not all bad. That sometimes it’s necessary. That sometimes the new looks a lot like the old, and sometimes it’s all about something different.

So even though getting a new driver’s license is a pain, it’s also indicative of something greater.

Or maybe I just really don’t want to admit that I’m that absent-minded.

Either way, happy new year, kids. Have fun this time around, and hopefully I’ll see you around next one.
kitsjay: (It's a Curse)
I changed my first oil filter today!

Sean's car had been running funny, and I told him I thought it was probably because the oil needed to be changed. He scoffed--wymyn don't know cars! Sure enough, two days later, the oil light comes on. So I told him he needed to get it changed, but he's either working or sleeping so I said I would take it down to Walmart and get it taken care of. Christy and I waited an hour for them to change it, only to find out they said the drain plug was rounded off (stripped screw, basically) and it was an "unsafe environment". They actually refused to even change the license plate light because of it. Wtf.

Anyway, the car was acting worse, so around 6:30, Todd goes, "Well, we still have some daylight left, we could go change it ourselves."

I was kind of worried about it, so we checked the dipstick and it was bone dry. Todd was amazed the car was running at all. After a Walmart supply run, we went ahead and got the oil filter off and switched out, and it turned out there was a little bit of old oil left, so we decided to go ahead and change the oil completely. The drain plug turned out to not be rounded off in the least, but was frozen, so I'm guessing that's why the guys at Walmart decided not to work on it. Todd and I both tried it, Todd even using a hammer on the socket wrench to get it to budge, but it wouldn't move, so we ended up having to abandon that in favor of just putting in some new oil.

So the bad news is that the oil still needs to be changed (which Todd said he would show me how to do once we get some deep penetrating lubricant--no jokes, please, from the 12-year-old crowd, you know who you are), but the good news is that it will run at least another 1000 miles on this batch and is running so much smoother now.

Even better news, I am sunburnt, covered with grease, oil, and dirt from lying on my back under a car, and I have never felt prouder in my whole damn life.

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