By the way...
Dec. 29th, 2007 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicWe applied for financing 2 nights ago for my car, and got it (more than twice what we needed, actually).
We made contact with the dealership...we're going through a USAA program where they give us the name of the dealer and dealership (much like the program we used to buy this house)...and we tell them what we want and we get it for $200 over invoice.
Yes, $200 over invoice.
Tomorrow we will drive up there to test drive a Mazda3 and make sure that's what we want, and then we'll confirm with the dealer and he'll see to getting a hold of my customized vehicle.
Hopefully I'll get it soon.
And a job as well. Hopefully soon. But obviously, I can't have a job without a car, and I can't afford the car without a job.
I think I will feel less tense once I have both.
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I never thought I would say this, but hell, I'll say it...
I LOVE THE MCCHORD COMMISSARY!
Hated Schinnen, and I thought it ruined the commissary for me for good, but no...McChord is a million times more awesome. The groceries are incredibly cheap, and definitely worth driving 30 miles each way instead of shopping here in Kent. We got nearly twice as many groceries as what I bought last week for only a few dollars more than what I paid. The only scary thing was being stuck in bad traffic on the way home with frozen and refrigerated items. Will bring a cooler next time.
And the variety at the commissary...the selection...the good deli and bakery, the HUGE produce section...SEAFOOD! Fresh! Amazing. It's an embarrassment of riches.
Unfortunately, the huge crowds at the commissary today made me feel uncomfortable and rushed, so I didn't have a chance to actually take the grocery shopping slowly. I like to go slow when I'm someplace new so I can check out everything and see what they have to offer. I felt rushed, too, because we had already been at McChord for 5 hours...Lance was getting a lot of work done on the truck. We killed time by browsing around AAFES and bowling a couple of games at the bowling center.
When we got home from the commissary, Lance checked mail while I was putting away the groceries. Apparently, his great uncle, who lives in nearby Maple Valley, stopped by for a visit, only to find nobody at home. So he left a note in the mailbox. Lance needs to call him back and give him our number so he can call us before he tries to visit again.
We made contact with the dealership...we're going through a USAA program where they give us the name of the dealer and dealership (much like the program we used to buy this house)...and we tell them what we want and we get it for $200 over invoice.
Yes, $200 over invoice.
Tomorrow we will drive up there to test drive a Mazda3 and make sure that's what we want, and then we'll confirm with the dealer and he'll see to getting a hold of my customized vehicle.
Hopefully I'll get it soon.
And a job as well. Hopefully soon. But obviously, I can't have a job without a car, and I can't afford the car without a job.
I think I will feel less tense once I have both.
I never thought I would say this, but hell, I'll say it...
I LOVE THE MCCHORD COMMISSARY!
Hated Schinnen, and I thought it ruined the commissary for me for good, but no...McChord is a million times more awesome. The groceries are incredibly cheap, and definitely worth driving 30 miles each way instead of shopping here in Kent. We got nearly twice as many groceries as what I bought last week for only a few dollars more than what I paid. The only scary thing was being stuck in bad traffic on the way home with frozen and refrigerated items. Will bring a cooler next time.
And the variety at the commissary...the selection...the good deli and bakery, the HUGE produce section...SEAFOOD! Fresh! Amazing. It's an embarrassment of riches.
Unfortunately, the huge crowds at the commissary today made me feel uncomfortable and rushed, so I didn't have a chance to actually take the grocery shopping slowly. I like to go slow when I'm someplace new so I can check out everything and see what they have to offer. I felt rushed, too, because we had already been at McChord for 5 hours...Lance was getting a lot of work done on the truck. We killed time by browsing around AAFES and bowling a couple of games at the bowling center.
When we got home from the commissary, Lance checked mail while I was putting away the groceries. Apparently, his great uncle, who lives in nearby Maple Valley, stopped by for a visit, only to find nobody at home. So he left a note in the mailbox. Lance needs to call him back and give him our number so he can call us before he tries to visit again.