We took the sign down, then flipped it over, unscrewed and got this:


Some of them were mounted right on the building so we had to do a little prying:


I like my dad’s face here, it really wasn’t that hard. These letters all have screws sticking out the back. I might take them off before I offer them up for the swap, what do you think, should I?


After we got to the wall. So I think I’m going to take pictures of each one individually and then do a separate blog/photo album where I can put them all up one by one with the left over blue letters as well. Then I’ll put a price or trade on them. I really want to do the trade, but I know some people said they just wanted to buy them. The metal ones are really nice, thick, must be stainless steel with a brushed finish I think. What do you think of that plan? I’m going to work on it after I get the newsletter for Ribbon Jar out tonight (cool new product coming, look for it!).

So I was walking up to my car after lunch on Saturday on the phone with Matt when Bj says, "someone broke into your car." Sure enough:


I was freaking pissed! I mean hello! I had nothing of value in there, NOTHING! I keep my car "showroom clean" just like they tell you to. So what did they go for. Well first of all they tried to get in through the front door by breaking the lock, not so easy, huh? So they broke this window and unlocked the door. At which point I’m betting my alarm went off and they only got this:


One of the faces off of my stereo, the one that isn’t required to make the stereo work, so not a huge loss. But still, argh!!! I don’t have the kind of insurance that would cover this because the car just isn’t worth that much any more (of course to me it’s priceless). So then Bj took off and went to go get clean up supplies and a plastic bag to cover the window. I’m standing there in the cold parking lot and it starts to sink in, and I’m a girl so I cry. I just stand there in my way too big puffy coat and cry and cry. These guys (soon to be known as assholes) are one row over and a few cars down and working on their car or something when they start talking really loudly (Spanish so I don’t know about what). Then they start pointing and laughing at me. As I stand there crying all alone. AHHHHHHH That made me more mad than anything and I just felt so low. They drove off and Bj came back, but it was hard to get my mojo back.

The drive home did let me calm down a bit and got me thinking about karma. I mean, why me? What  have I done, I can think of some things, I’m not perfect, but lately it seems like more bad than good is happening. Still no church to get married at, the florist fell through, and I just found out that I’m not going to have a flower girl. I think you can see where I’m going with this…. Am I about to win the lottery?!?!? I just can’t help feeling that I’m being set up for a great reversal of fortune. I mean Justin Timberlake said it best, "what goes around, goes around, goes around, goes all the way back around" (repeat).