I hate 2007.
Seriously.
What's the deal?
I have posted about this twice before, Welcome to 2007, now kiss my ass and Hey 2007, can you go away now???. Well, here's one more thing to add before this bitch of a year finally comes to an end (Thank God).
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In an effort to do something better for myself, and get into better shape, I decide to take a class at my gym. Well, it seems they just resurfaced the workout room floor. Halfway through class, I slip and fall twisting my left ankle.
It feels O.K. for the rest of the day, but when I wake up this morning I can barely walk to the bathroom. I decide I can't possibly work today (my job entails a LOT of walking), so I have to call in sick, losing a much needed days' pay at Christmas time. So much for doing something good for yourself.
I go to CVS to pick up a heating pad and bring it home, but it's all wrong. Too small, too thick. I can't get it around my ankle. So I decide the best thing is to exchange it for a different one. I'm also out of fresh water, and I'd like to pick up a DVD to watch since I can't really go anywhere. There's a rental machine right next to the water dispensers. So I grab the water jug and head out to fill it up.
When I get there, none of the dispensers are working.
O.K., I'll just rent the movie I want to see.
Sold out.
Not only that, but as I stand there with my empty jug of water, I realize I've left the heating pad I was going to return on the counter by the front door.
So I head back home, pick up the pad and head over to CVS. I return the item and get a different one. As I'm at the counter, a man comes running into the store yelling, "Someone just backed into a silver Hyundai in the parking lot and took off!".
"It's mine."
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Little Soldier
I'm not a person who usually posts on his feelings about the current "war" in the Middle East, but:
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Well, this one is worth a million.
Enough said.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Puerto Vallarta
For my birthday, I was treated to an extra special trip to Puerto Vallarta. We had a great time, drank a lot of tequila (Don Julio Reposado was my favorite), and I even partook of a local "authentic" dish...cricket tacos. It rained (heavily) for the first several days...like hurricane size rain. A cab we took home one night was filled with about 6 inches of water. Another night were locked out of our condo and had to scale down a cliff (in flip-flops), past the prickly vines, snakes & tarantulas, hurdle over a spiked wall, and sneak in through the back door. Well, someone must have seen us, because the next morning the back door was padlocked shut. So now we were locked IN the condo with no way out.
But one of my favorite memories has to be my birthday. We went to "Daquiri Dick's" right on the beach. Granted you couldn't see the beach through the maelstrom. I had a large red snapper, served still on the spit (yummy!). A strolling musician surprised me with a Spanish version of "Happy Birthday" and the waiters presented me with this cake...
But one of my favorite memories has to be my birthday. We went to "Daquiri Dick's" right on the beach. Granted you couldn't see the beach through the maelstrom. I had a large red snapper, served still on the spit (yummy!). A strolling musician surprised me with a Spanish version of "Happy Birthday" and the waiters presented me with this cake...
Gee, it looks so nice...except my name's not "Cris"...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Hey 2007, can you go away now???
On Labor Day weekend, I woke to find a note on the front door of my apartment saying that I had 30 days to vacate the premises. Not just me, but the whole complex. 30 days? So I spend the next week running around town trying to scrounge up a new place to live before all the other thousand people who are also displaced grab them up. I finally settle on one, very nice and spacious, but a little more money than I was planning on spending. I have to come up with the down payment by Sept. 23rd. Total cost? $1,770.00. And that doesn’t include the moving truck rental.
The next week, I notice that every time I pull up to a stoplight, my car idles really low and starts to buck, like it's ready to stall. It also does the same thing when backing out of a parking space. It just had an oil change, so I decide to take it in for a tune up. They replace the spark plugs and cables, and find that an intake hose has become disconnected. I also want to get the cabin's air filter replaced because for the past several months, whenever I turn on the AC, it smells like a wet cat. Total cost? $300.00.
Last week, I went to an audition for a show here in town. I was cut right off the bat. Already mildly pissed, I get into my car and start to drive off, but there’s a “ka-chunk, ka-chunk” feeling as I drive down the road. So I get out and inspect the tires and, lo and behold, there’s a 2-inch screw sticking out of the front right tire. So there I am on the side of the road in my dress slacks and shirt, polished shoes, changing my spare tire in 108 degree heat.
The next day, I go down to a tire repair shop to get the flat repaired. The guy behind the counter comes around the front to check and, lo and behold, the flat’s treads are too low for them to repair it. I’m going to have to buy a new tire. Not only that, but when they check the other 3 tires, 2 are running low on tread and showing signs of dry rot. I decide the best thing is just to replace all 4. Total cost? $311.00.
Last night on my way home, it looks as though my front left headlight has burned out. And there’s a cop directly behind me. As I’m trying to figure out how not to get pulled over for a burnt out headlight I (evidently) run a red light. Siren! Shit. So I pull over. I get a ticket for $300.00 for the red light. But that’s not all. Turns out the “proof of insurance” paperwork I have in the car expired at midnight…and it’s now 3:40 a.m. So I get a ticket for $640.00 for being off by 3 hours and 40 minutes. Total ticket cost? $940.00.
This morning, on my way to pick up a new bulb for my headlight, I see that my gas is on empty, so I stop at the station and fill up with the last of my cash. I get to Auto Zone, find the bulb, and bring it to the counter. I swipe my debit card and?…denied. And I don’t have any more cash to buy the bulb, I spent all of it on gas. So I leave the bulb behind, run home, go to my bank's website, and find out that my Visa payment has been denied by my bank, because I didn't take into account the $311.00 I had just spent on new tires, making my checking account overdrawn. This causes a chain reaction of 3 more transactions to bounce. Pile on the fees. Total cost? $140.00 in overdraft charges. Not including the bounced Visa payment, which still has to be paid.
This has all happened in the past 16 days.
And if that wasn’t enough, in 2 weeks I turn 40.
What the fuck?
The next week, I notice that every time I pull up to a stoplight, my car idles really low and starts to buck, like it's ready to stall. It also does the same thing when backing out of a parking space. It just had an oil change, so I decide to take it in for a tune up. They replace the spark plugs and cables, and find that an intake hose has become disconnected. I also want to get the cabin's air filter replaced because for the past several months, whenever I turn on the AC, it smells like a wet cat. Total cost? $300.00.
Last week, I went to an audition for a show here in town. I was cut right off the bat. Already mildly pissed, I get into my car and start to drive off, but there’s a “ka-chunk, ka-chunk” feeling as I drive down the road. So I get out and inspect the tires and, lo and behold, there’s a 2-inch screw sticking out of the front right tire. So there I am on the side of the road in my dress slacks and shirt, polished shoes, changing my spare tire in 108 degree heat.
The next day, I go down to a tire repair shop to get the flat repaired. The guy behind the counter comes around the front to check and, lo and behold, the flat’s treads are too low for them to repair it. I’m going to have to buy a new tire. Not only that, but when they check the other 3 tires, 2 are running low on tread and showing signs of dry rot. I decide the best thing is just to replace all 4. Total cost? $311.00.
Last night on my way home, it looks as though my front left headlight has burned out. And there’s a cop directly behind me. As I’m trying to figure out how not to get pulled over for a burnt out headlight I (evidently) run a red light. Siren! Shit. So I pull over. I get a ticket for $300.00 for the red light. But that’s not all. Turns out the “proof of insurance” paperwork I have in the car expired at midnight…and it’s now 3:40 a.m. So I get a ticket for $640.00 for being off by 3 hours and 40 minutes. Total ticket cost? $940.00.
This morning, on my way to pick up a new bulb for my headlight, I see that my gas is on empty, so I stop at the station and fill up with the last of my cash. I get to Auto Zone, find the bulb, and bring it to the counter. I swipe my debit card and?…denied. And I don’t have any more cash to buy the bulb, I spent all of it on gas. So I leave the bulb behind, run home, go to my bank's website, and find out that my Visa payment has been denied by my bank, because I didn't take into account the $311.00 I had just spent on new tires, making my checking account overdrawn. This causes a chain reaction of 3 more transactions to bounce. Pile on the fees. Total cost? $140.00 in overdraft charges. Not including the bounced Visa payment, which still has to be paid.
This has all happened in the past 16 days.
And if that wasn’t enough, in 2 weeks I turn 40.
What the fuck?
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