Portland SUCKS

I don't know if any of you remember this event from last year, but my car was broken into AGAIN! This time, it happened in a church parking lot yesterday.

The passenger window was broken again to get into the car. Nothing valuable was in the car, so I'm going to catalog all of the stupid things that were stolen:

--mp3 player cover
--spare tampon
--cell phone charger
--my CD collections (including my crap CD case that had musical gems such as the Space Jam soundtrack, Master P's single "Make em say UHHH", and an EFY CD)
--silk headband from Nordstrom
--lecture series on CD about marriage
--car registration
--emergency car kit (with jumper cables and flares)

Things that were left:
--my insurance info
--my Winnie the Pooh key chain (he's dressed like a turtle)... Ummm, I got this when I was like 15 or 16 ok?
--my 24 Hour Fitness stuff (thank goodness this thief isn't going to be exercising on my dime)
--two hard-bound masters theses books
--umbrella
--a large stack of CDs left in the console under the stereo
--Victoria's Secret "Pink" perfume

Ok, so I was so mad I almost threw the glass bottle of perfume on the ground. But, I held it in (i.e. in a church parking lot) and cried angrily. ARRRRGH. $165 window for what? For a crappy CD collection and jumper cables?! Really?!!!

On the lighter side, I wanted to blog about our life together as a newlywed couple in Portland. That means, we're poor, we clip coupons, and go to crappy restaurants.

You might wonder.. why eat out if you have to eat at crappy restaurants?

The thing is... we don't know they're crappy until it's too late.....

Case in point: Serrano's in Gresham (a ghetto town east of Portland, very close to us).. a Mexican restaurant (there are a lot of Hispanics in the area, should be good food).. coupon for "buy one entree, get one free". Good deal right?

1st warning: Nobody is in the restaurant besides the hostess.

2nd warning: The hostess/waitress is Asian... in a Mexican restaurant.

3rd warning: Nobody is coming in the restaurant.

4th warning: The waitress brings Graham a Sierra Mist after he says he wants a Dr. Pepper, and doesn't correct the order.

5th warning: After ordering our food, we hear no chattering from the cooks in the kitchen. Our hostess/waitress is also the cook.

6th warning: When the hostess/waitress/cook is in the "kitchen", we don't hear any sizzle from the grill (Graham ordered fajitas). Instead, we hear beep beep beep.... a MICROWAVE.

To sum up the horror story, we ended up with lukewarm disgusting food heated in the microwave. By far, the WORST Mexican restaurant I've ever been to in my entire life.

We ended up stopping at Taco Bell on the way home. So much for coupons huh?