An unexpected "donation"

You know those days where you wish you never woke up that morning?

That was today.

My background check for my nanny-ing place expired so I paid to get a new one done. It was denied. Apparently, when you change your name, the credit bureau does not get that information from the social security office. Isn't the government fantastic? And, when I called them, I could only talk to machines unless I paid $10 to talk to an "agent".So after cleaning the house and getting ready for the day, I took out the trash donated my shoes that I never wanted to let go, and checked the mail. In the mail was a $275 bill for an "office visit" to a doctor. "Oh HEEEEEEEEEEEEELL no!" Yeah. I cussed. Ex-communicate me. Then, I checked my e-mail telling me that although I would not be in the state of Hawaii, I needed to pay tuition for two terms because I was going to be an intern. Insert phrase from above here. 

So, I decided that I needed to take care of these lovely issues and hopped on my bike and headed for the school. I went and talked to a few people and got some things straightened out. the insurance bill was a mistake and I only needed to pay $45. Still more than I would like but less than it was! Nice. Then, because of my special kind internship, I did not need to pay tuition. Beautiful. 

I then headed over to my bike that was chained up through the tire, through the frame, and to the metal bike rack only to discover that some genius had stolen it. I only left here for about 45 minutes, and the bike that was parked next to it was still there. Rhonda is gone. That's when the waterworks hit. I searched every single bike rack on campus. Not there. This also includes the dorms, and the mens dorms where women are not allowed. I also filed a stolen bike with the security office, but that is pretty much not saying too much. The sad thing is, bikes and longboards get stolen here all the time! It's not uncommon!

First the kayak, now my bike. I'm praying that our cars and house are not next.

Dumpster Diving.

When we first moved here, we bought this TV for 3 bucks. A precious little 20 inch which we just recently sold for 20 big ones because...

But the other night Jake came home with this one.

A FREE 30 incher. Boo-yah, Grandma! A newly weds dream... free stuff. 

You probably can't tell the difference with these pictures but trust me, there is a difference! Neither are seriously great, but they get the job done... just ignore the green corner.

Surfin' Tacos

Saturday was my last day as an employee at Surfin' Tacos. It was one of the greatest moments in the world to walk to my car and drive away that night.

Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, I am free at last!

Donations

Today I donated my running shoes to the used clothing bin at the complex. This is actually kinda a big deal for me because I had an emotional connection to these running shoes. Sad, I know. These shoes brought me to state in high school, have run so many miles with me, accompanied me many gyms/weight rooms, hikes, and helped me work at Surfin' Tacos for 9 months.The soles were falling off, they permanently smelled bad from all the mud and food and down right crap they've been in. Yes, even after washing them many times, they still smelled bad and gross to look at. And I got a new pair of shoes from lover-boy at Christmas. I couldn't bring myself to throw them away.

Me: Should I donate them or give them away?
Jake:  Throw those away! Nobody wants those.
Me: But I can't! What about all those poor people in Mexico or Argentina (thought I'd make it a little more personal) that don't even have shoes.
Jake: Them ship them to Mexico!

So, even though the donation center will more than likely throw them away, at least it's not me.

Luxury Vehicle

A couple days ago I got in the car to drive to work and found this LAMINATED advertisement on it...

Come on.  I know it's not the cutest car in the world but unwanted? Now that's just rude.

Midnight Motorcycles

When the Mr. and I moved into TVA I noticed a red motorcycle. As the weeks past, I noticed that the motorcycle never moved... and it was in the visitor parking.

huh.

I came up with an idea.

I thought it would be funny, if we moved the motorcycle. Then whoever came back to get it would be confused why it moved. Last night, about midnight, Jake wanted to go up to the point (where we reminisced about when we used to take Benny up there and make out) and take pictures of the moon on the water. On our way back, we decided to finally take the plunge and move the thing.

We parked the car, got out, and looked suspicious as we walked around... looked around... and then I realized this was a bad idea and started walking back to the car.

Then I got sucked back into my fabulously mischievous idea and we moved it. We moved it a couple rows up and over.

And then we got in the car as fast as we could and drove home.

The Cosbys

Jake and I have a subscription to Netflix. It's a beautiful thing. A couple weeks ago while he was at his night class, I was flipping through the "instants" looking for something to watch. Then I remembered that Diana, one of my older sisters, has been into the Cosby Show. So... it has begun. When I start a series, I have to finish it. It's like a disease. Jake and I watch it together and it's funny. Really. It's interesting to see the way TV was back then, and how it is now. I think we should we all embrace the 80's shows. Also, I realize that Bill Cosby is the star of the show, but why would you call it the Cosby Show when there is nothing else Cosby about it?
And with that, I zerbert you all.