Fuck you, environmental conscience.

I decided to go on an expedition, sans car. I have a 2005 Hyundai Santa Fe. I kind of dislike it, mainly because my father always told me, "You can choose what kind of car you want when you are 16." I wanted a Ford Escape, Nissan Xterra, or a Saturn Vue. However, my dad decided to contact his friend from college who owns a car dealership. The only SUV his friend had was this Santa Fe. I had no choice in the matter. I was getting handed a car - I appreciated that, but what infuriated me was that Dad's friend lied to us and said that Vues were unreliable cars. The kicker? Every 3 months something goes wrong with my car and I have to have it repaired. Even Dad admits he made a bad decision. But I digress.

This is the only photo I have of my car. It was a few years ago. I don't even remember why I took it? But meet my friend...

Also, my dash is decorated. The visor thing above my head also has a scratch off fish that I colored and a Johnny Cupcakes business card. It has a lot of personality.

ANYWAY. I decided to go on a geocaching mission. If you do not know what that is, it is basically a treasure hunt. You get coordinates of a treasure or "cache" near you from their website and then your mission is to go find it, keep the goods, but replace the items you took with others!

I failed. 

I spent a good 10 minutes standing in front of a pine tree moving the snow and leaves around looking for a box. I even looked in the branches. Nothing. It was very saddening but also dramatic as the place was right next to a pathway for runners, so I would have to fake call someone as to give me a reason for being there. 

I continued on my mission to the grocery store. This was very, very successful. I saved $6 with my rewards card, which is disheartening because I spent $70. Usually when I pay $40 I save at least $10! I always forget that weekends are the most popular grocery store days. I like taking my leisurely time browsing the aisles. This is not peaceful when children are screaming. 

Somehow, I managed to fit my 21 items inside of my reuseable HUGE ASS bag. I swear it is the size of three normal bags in one. I was positive that the straps were going to rip. Also, I could not take my usual route back to my place because the north facing doors are broken, so we HAVE to use the south doors which are a good 1/4 of a mile away. 

As I was heaving this bag down the street like a pack mule, I come across this...

How the FUCK am I supposed to pass that? I was too perplexed to problem solve, so I took a picture. Luckily I was wearing my combat boots to combat the problem. I relentlessly stomped through the water and found out that combat boots are not waterproof. 

Somehow, I returned to my room and laid everything out for a photo op.

Do you like our rug? Emile brought it from some South American country. I am most excited for the ice cube tray and the chocolate orange. 

I also almost had a breakdown because I thought they didn't have Sabra hummus. It wasn't in the hummus section! But it was there two weeks ago. Luckily I found it on this other display area. God smiled upon me today.

Here is a window display of an owl. I really like it.