Upside down and flippity flu
That has been our day. It started last night with going down to the Boardwalk to turn in the 3000+ tickets I've been hording for the last decade and get some craptastic prizes. The little dude behind the counter took our tickets for a movie (Bridget Jones' Diary - I had it before, lent it to someone and it never came home. I don't know who I lent it to and it has been gone many years.) Now there is a sign up on the case where the movie was that said that you must make arrangements in advance to obtain any of the wonderous items behind the glass. I asked the little dude about the sign, and he said, "Oh. I'll just call my supervisor and they can come down and get it for you." So he takes the majority of our tickets, pages a manager, and shreds our tickets. We puruse the rest of the items to use up the rest of the tickets. While we pace back and forth, lil dudelin pages a supervisor several times. We finally decide on something for my sister and a couple little rubber duckies. Finally dude tells us that we should come back in the morning. I'm like, well, you already took and shredded our tickets. How are we to get the movie tomorrow? After about ten minutes of Jamers and I conviencing both dude and his coworker that we need something signed, they sign a paper and we head on home.
This morning we walked back down there (we got two nice walks in in two days!) and little dude was working. He instantly remembered us and called a super, who came down and gave us our movie! W00t! We head home and shortly thereafter, momma Donna shows up. We had a loverly time with her and went to Hindquarter for lunch. (One less restaurant off my list) She left around four I think, and James and I walked downtown to get some cleaning supplies.
*Insert "Meanwhile . . ." We have quite a few houses for our Portland peeps to scout out for us. Bryan and Noe were nice enough to take time out of their home buying search this weekend, to rental house search for us. They took their digital and took pics for us of the two places they saw today. They emailed them to us, rather promptly:), and we instantly agreed that the second house they looked at is the one we want.
When we got back from Longs, Jamers gave the guy who we are talking to about the house a call. He told the guy, who I shall call Tweed, for no apparent reason, that we were extremely interested in the house and would like to fill out a rental application. Tweed and Jamers talked about things and Tweed said he would go to the office to fax a rental application to Jamer's work. After I had had enough cleaning for one day, we decided to head out to New Leaf to spend the remaining gift card I got for work for Xmas and to head to his work to pick up the rental app. I suggest we take the truck instead of Forlori. It is nice to not drive all the time. We were both soooooo jazzed. I'm excited that we may get a house we both really like and at the same time, worried that the Tweed won't want to rent to us for whatever reason.
We take off and after the first stop at New Leaf on Mission, we head towards James' work. He goes in and checks, no fax. Otay, so we decide to head on over to New Leaf in Capitola to get what we were looking for. We get not but three blocks away and the truck starts going all wonky, again. James pulls over and after playing around for 30 seconds, decides to continue on. We round the corner after stopping and then the truck goes . . . dead. No noise, nothing. He pulls it over to the side of the road in front of somebody's house.
He does the normal "fix" when the truck goes plop, but it doesn't work. He calls his dad and tries again, but no use . . .the truck is dead. I call AAA and the give us a thirty minute window for the tow truck guy. We both then start trying to call people we know, with cars, that could give us a lift home from James' work. Do you know how difficult it is to reach people, even on cell phones on a Saturday night? Nigh near impossible. Finally I got ahold of one of my uncles, Uncle Rich, and he came over and picked us up when the tow guy was done towing the truck. He gave us a lift home and here we are.
The funny thing is, since we had the truck towed to Jamers work, we were in the parking lot and Tweed called. He said he was faxing over the app. James went in and grabbed it and I was trying to fill it out 20 mintues ago, but it is so blurry from faxing, that I can't read what it is asking for half the time. We'll have to call Tweed tomorrow and see if the is a better way to fill this out for him.
That was our day. It wrapped up rather nicely, almost like a tv show really. Now I'm sitting here drinking alcohol concoctions to use up what alcohol we have here before we move. Tomorrow I'll be heading over to my aunt's house for Easter whilst the Jamers stays here and runs game. It will probably be my last Easter dinner with my family and that is sad. Oh well, hopefully I'll get some more of them up our way soon enough.
So toodles all! Here's to wishing that tomorrow goes a little bit smoother than the last two days.
This morning we walked back down there (we got two nice walks in in two days!) and little dude was working. He instantly remembered us and called a super, who came down and gave us our movie! W00t! We head home and shortly thereafter, momma Donna shows up. We had a loverly time with her and went to Hindquarter for lunch. (One less restaurant off my list) She left around four I think, and James and I walked downtown to get some cleaning supplies.
*Insert "Meanwhile . . ." We have quite a few houses for our Portland peeps to scout out for us. Bryan and Noe were nice enough to take time out of their home buying search this weekend, to rental house search for us. They took their digital and took pics for us of the two places they saw today. They emailed them to us, rather promptly:), and we instantly agreed that the second house they looked at is the one we want.
When we got back from Longs, Jamers gave the guy who we are talking to about the house a call. He told the guy, who I shall call Tweed, for no apparent reason, that we were extremely interested in the house and would like to fill out a rental application. Tweed and Jamers talked about things and Tweed said he would go to the office to fax a rental application to Jamer's work. After I had had enough cleaning for one day, we decided to head out to New Leaf to spend the remaining gift card I got for work for Xmas and to head to his work to pick up the rental app. I suggest we take the truck instead of Forlori. It is nice to not drive all the time. We were both soooooo jazzed. I'm excited that we may get a house we both really like and at the same time, worried that the Tweed won't want to rent to us for whatever reason.
We take off and after the first stop at New Leaf on Mission, we head towards James' work. He goes in and checks, no fax. Otay, so we decide to head on over to New Leaf in Capitola to get what we were looking for. We get not but three blocks away and the truck starts going all wonky, again. James pulls over and after playing around for 30 seconds, decides to continue on. We round the corner after stopping and then the truck goes . . . dead. No noise, nothing. He pulls it over to the side of the road in front of somebody's house.
He does the normal "fix" when the truck goes plop, but it doesn't work. He calls his dad and tries again, but no use . . .the truck is dead. I call AAA and the give us a thirty minute window for the tow truck guy. We both then start trying to call people we know, with cars, that could give us a lift home from James' work. Do you know how difficult it is to reach people, even on cell phones on a Saturday night? Nigh near impossible. Finally I got ahold of one of my uncles, Uncle Rich, and he came over and picked us up when the tow guy was done towing the truck. He gave us a lift home and here we are.
The funny thing is, since we had the truck towed to Jamers work, we were in the parking lot and Tweed called. He said he was faxing over the app. James went in and grabbed it and I was trying to fill it out 20 mintues ago, but it is so blurry from faxing, that I can't read what it is asking for half the time. We'll have to call Tweed tomorrow and see if the is a better way to fill this out for him.
That was our day. It wrapped up rather nicely, almost like a tv show really. Now I'm sitting here drinking alcohol concoctions to use up what alcohol we have here before we move. Tomorrow I'll be heading over to my aunt's house for Easter whilst the Jamers stays here and runs game. It will probably be my last Easter dinner with my family and that is sad. Oh well, hopefully I'll get some more of them up our way soon enough.
So toodles all! Here's to wishing that tomorrow goes a little bit smoother than the last two days.