Insomnia…

Well, we are the proud new owners of a 2006 Hyundai Sonata.  I’ve always held a grudge against these inferior cars, but the car salesman persuaded Jose to give it a drive.  We were so impressed!  It dove smoother than the Honda Accord we test drove, was cheaper, newer, had less miles, AND the interiors were almost identical!  I’ve been reading about these cars on the internet all evening, and I’ve been surprised to read mostly good things!  Tomorrow I’ll post some pictures.

And, of course, the day we buy a car it has to hail.  Jose ran out in the midst of the storm, pulled Rigo’s truck out of our garage, covered the window that he busted out with multiple trash bags, and pulled our car in the garage.  Then he goes and parks Rigo’s truck under a tree.

Um… yeah.  Because under a big tree is the safest spot in a huge thunderstorm.

Jose’s reasoning was the the tree would keep the hail away.  Uh-huh.  Sure…

I’m ready to tomorrow so I can go drive the car around…    Bye!

The fake SSN

Jose has had his real (as in his own, issued to him from the social security admin) social security number since February of 2007. Prior to 2007, things weren’t much different for us than they are now.  He had an expired license that he couldn’t renew because the DMV in Nebraska requires you to have a valid SSN, but things were pretty normal.

Fast forward to Memorial Day Weekend 2008.  We tried to buy a newer car.  See, when Jose got sent to Mexico, we let his brothers take over the payments on the Expedition and the Silverado because they was no way I’d be able to keep up on them.  I drove my mom’s car and all was good.

Now, we’re driving a ‘93 Jeep Cherokee with 205,000 miles on it.  And no air conditioning.  And no keys.  See, the only key is actually inside the ignition.  We just never lock the doors or anything.  I should get that fixed but I’ve been putting it off…

Anyways, everything was all fine and dandy with the loan being processed, despite our not so perfect credit.

Then, on Wednesday, they tell us no can do, because his social security number is fake.

Umm…  come again??  You’re telling me the social security number that took years of waiting, a deportation, and THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS to acquire is not any good??! 

The guy told us it would be as easy as going to the social security office and getting a letter.  (sigh)  So that’s what we’re doing today.  The guy at the dealer was rude, rude, rude so we’re going to a different car dealer. They can keep their overpriced Ford Focus…!

  Love ya!  Bye!