The gift that keeps on giving (revised)

Here is the revised version italics indicate new text. I believe that I have corrected the tenses at the appropriate points in the story. I hope I have cleared up any confusion.

This is scary red build-up on my car battery that I believe has something to do with an attempt I made at jump starting the Celebrity many, many months ago.

Here is the Celebrity on October 5, 2008.

Just so this makes some sense: I got a call from my old landlord, in October of 2008, because the Celebrity was still parked in the parking lot of my old apartment and he was not going to give me the security deposit unless I moved it. I went to move it and as we know from much earlier posts, the Celebrity/storage unit had not started for quite some time. I attempted to charge and jump start it and blah, blah, blah...the point is it did not start.

Megan and I tried to push it out of the space, but it was too heavy. Because it is a heavy car, not because it was filled with crap. I had moved most of the "crap" out of the car and into our new attic while Megan wasn't looking. However one of the items still left was an old sheet in the trunk so we tied the two cars together and attempted to tow it.

This also did not work. So we called Steve and Kat, who happened to be out on a date picking glasses, and asked them to help us move the car. They came over and helped us push the car out of it's parking space and into the street. From there we coasted down the hill in neutral and parked it on the street about a half a block away.

Later that week I looked into donating the car to various charities in the hopes of getting a sweet tax deduction. This was back when I still had a job so I was doing my research from work. I was in the process of giving my keys to a local charity so they could check out the car to see if they could use it for anything and Surprisingly, one of my co-workers overheard the conversation and mentioned that they (insert sob story)... Anyway I gave them the car and asked when they would give me some monney for it, they replied that they would when they had some (read never). Said co-worker was eventually fired and old landlord has yet to give me my security deposit.

California here I come (came)

This is the hotel where we spent the night. It is located somewhere in California. I give it Two point Five stars as it was clean and not unpleasant, however our room did not have an alarm clock or a trash can.

Looks like I still have some sizing issues to work out.

With the pictures I mean.

Megan claims that I have slipped back into my "aggressive" driving style.

I prefer to think of it as active driving.

This is someplace north of San Francisco.

Here are some exciting pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Fog-tastic.

And how!

Here we are impersonating Asian tourists in San Fransisco.

Those are monks. We would have posed for a picture with them, however, they already had a line.

In China Town, we learned the "ancient Chinese secret" to making tea.

Megan had just had about eight cups of tea and was now ready to get in the car and continue our drive to Yosemite.

Not before pausing to reflect on our effects on the earth.