"one of those people"

i just wrote a check for the car repairs. $340.40. 'tis better than involving the insurance, and much better than pushing my poor dad over the edge. he offered to help me pay for insurance when that time comes, and as my sister said "it's better to be a heel asking for money than an accident causing nightmare". i should remind myself that i am lucky it was only that much and that since there are three paychecks this month i have the money to pay it. and now i am going to try to forget that it ever happened.
so in other news, it seems that elvis has left the building has begun a career in destabilizing hospital missionaries. while mimi was waiting for dick to come out of his surgery yesterday, a volunteer offered to pray with her. the volunteer kindly reminded her that jesus does in fact love her and mimi replied "unlike jesus, elvis died for his own sins." we can only suppose that last night over a healthy and well-balanced meal where everyone had clean hands (and hearts!) a kind, christ-loving family pondered the consequences of a world where elvis walks on water and serves his loaves and fishes deep fried.
(i should also mention that dick is in fact fine. does this count as the first miracle by elvis for his suit of canonization or are there possibly some aging showgirls with proof to the contrary?)
while i was talking to mimi last night, she related that her phone wasn't working well and it made her think of me. because it might have been broken. what further devotion can a girl ask for? the ironical thing is that last night i had to buy a new phone, and NOT because the other one is broken. i got a new phone because i switched to cingular (yes, i know they're the same now but they aren't really if you started out with at&t, amymas will understand). it is tiny beyond all reason and the only vaguely normal ring sounds exactly like someone saying "bringbringbring" into a speaker on non-stop repeat when someone calls you. although i think i'm going to bring it back for a motorola. i wasn't prepared to buy a phone last night and i know it's hard to believe but i'm a little scattered lately (really, it's a shock). you see, a rational person would have checked the other two equally cheap motorolas to see if they fit the same car charger one already owns. (DUH!) and also, the menu, it's hard. i don't get it. media mall? what the hell is that? why do i need a mall in my phone? i can't deal with all this change. the phone man was trying to sell me a camera phone...because you never know when you'll need a camera. i took great pleasure in opening my bag to show him the digital and disposable cameras i carry with me at all times. i didn't have the slr yesterday, that only comes out on weekends when i drive up the coast. and he said "you're one of those people" oh yes, sir, yes i am.