The Anti-Awesome (a rant blog)

Days have gone by. They have turned into weeks. WEEKS have gone by. Then we get a phone call! Hooray! Joy! Something is happening!

Wait? What? No. Nothing is happening.

We told the Big Box Store that we would be leaving for California, and if we needed to do ANYTHING before we left, they should let us know. Being told there was nothing we could do, we drove four hours away.

By the way, you don’t know what fun is until you, your spouse (neither of which could be described as “svelte“), and three cats (one of which is also not at all svelte), cram into a Smart Car. With the rest of what you own. For four hours. Through the desert. In July.

After the ride of a lifetime (or the ride that felt like a lifetime? Either way…) we ended up Altadena! We settled into our very nice Air BnB, and waited. After about a week and a half, we finally got a phone call! YAY! Something was happening! Wait…no…no..instead we were told that we needed to come back to Vegas. Apparently they hadn’t had a chance to look at the RV yet, because of all the debris. Oh? Is this not something that could have been taken care of BEFORE we drove away? Yes, it could have, by the way, but we were told everything was cool. It wasn’t.

So, we hopped back in the car (sans Mews), and drove the four hours back to Vegas.

Do you want to know another way to have ALL the fun? Clean out the carcass of your dead dreams, throwing away ruined and broken goals, all the while in 115 degree heat. OH, and the carcass of your dreams is at least 120 degrees or more? By the way, the holding tanks have probably melted, because they sure smell like they have. That is a very distinct, and unique, smell. Rotten fridge, boiled waste, melted plastic, and despair all mixed together under the Nevada sun.

After about two hours, uncountable trash bags, blood, sweat, tears, and only a little bit of gagging, we finally got all the trash and ruined things out. We moved the rest of the things to the bunk area, and out of the way of anyone who needed to get in and get to work.

During all this we found a few more things were missing. There was the weird stuff – like the coffee press, the rack of knives was literally torn off the wall, and the jar of cooking utensils. Then there was the devastating. That term gets used a lot when describing all this, but there it is (and Saucy G doesn’t feel like using a thesaurus right now). We mentioned previously that the thieves had desecrated the urns we were transporting, and that they had tossed the urns around. Turns out they also STOLE one of the urns. STOLE. AN. URN. Who does that? After finding the first SIX urns, they get to the SEVENTH URN and thought, “you know what? They can’t ALL have ashes in them, lets just take this one.” Maybe they thought they needed an urn. MAYBE they were just trying to hurt us as much as possible.

WHO STEALS AN URN?!

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We packed up what was we could into the SmartCar, and got ready to drive the four hours back. Stopping into the office of the Big Box to let them know we were done, we were then informed that they would not be able evaluate the RV for three weeks. THREE. WEEKS. Just to ASSESS IT! All the while, it is sitting in the Vegas sun, tires exposed, wires exposed, holes in the hull…then when they DO finally assess it, then the insurance company will decide if it going to be totaled or if they are going to fix it, and what they are going to fix. Which might not be everything. THEN it will take AT LEAST another couple of weeks JUST TO GET A WINDOW! Not any of the other parts, or fix any of the other things.

Want more good news? Well! Worry not! There’s more!

Remember the Casino where we were parked? Where we were assured by security that the RV would be ok? Parked under a camera, under a light, where it was stolen in broad daylight? Under the “watchful” eye of security? Who then LITERALLY LAUGHED IN OUR FACES? Oh yeah, so, we got a letter from them this morning stating that they found themselves not liable. Surprise surprise. They thought they didn’t do anything wrong, and we are outta luck. No, there was no number to call or any way to appeal. Thanks a lot, Casino. Again, a real kick in the gut. Not even a comped meal, or a “hey, sorry your entire house was stolen under our watch, and your dreams crushed, here is a coupon for a buffet.” Nothing. Just a one page letter telling us to go away.

Now we are back to hurry up and wait, while wallowing.

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This is the exact opposite of awesome. UNAwesome. The Anti-Awesome.

Thankfully the Mews are happy and healthy and safe. We are safe. So, here we are, and here will wait until something else happens with the RV and we can move a step forward. Maybe. Hopefully.

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BoBana having a relax

Anyone want to go sit on the beach with some (possibly adult) beverages? We need a beach day.

Rating: You sit down at a table, then get moved to another table. The table you were just on, and got moved from, just one a Jackpot, and everyone at the that table gets $400. You get no dollars.

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We would like to thank you. Yes you. The outpouring of support, compassion, generosity, and the sharing of your own stories has helped us more than you know.

It’s not a lie. This has been devastating. Terrifying. Speaking for myself (Saucy G), I have had thoughts of giving up.

We won’t give up, though. We will never surrender! galaxy-quest-never-give-up-never-surrender

First, we have to see about repairs. Insurance will cover some, but not all. We are going to have the Big Box Place look at it, and repair it if possible. This has us a little wary, but the work will be “guaranteed” by insurance.

Other than that, though, we are pretty much on our own. Insurance will only cover the minimum of what was lost, only $3000. That SOUNDS like a lot of money, but the impressive new pots and pans set cost $2500. Granted, we wanted to live a minimalistic lifestyle, but this isn’t exactly what we had in mind. Obviously we won’t be getting the impressive big kid pots and pans, but there is so much to replace! All the things! Literally!

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Farewell Royal Prestige. We hardly knew ye. 😦

We are also looking into where to stay in Vegas for the next week or so. It’s harder than one might think to find a room, that allows pets, over the 4th of July, in America’s Playground. *sigh* They are either WAY expensive, WAY sketchy, or WAY Don’t Allow Pets. Who knew.

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We can tell you that we slept like babies last night, though.

Waking up every two hours crying.

 

When we awoke this morning, it was a brand new day! The sun was shining, the Mews were smiling (well, not really, they are starting to get antsy), and we started on “Operation RV Recovery” or “Operation BAD GUYS SUCK, We are AWESOME.” Not knowing where to start, we thought we would check out social media to see what the rest of the world was up to.

Turns out you were all trying to get us back on our feet!

Jason Hart has been a friend to Awesome K for over *cough lots cough* years. He is like a brother-from-another-mother. Well, Mr. Hart has set up a GOFUNDME page. This is so Awesome, and Wonderful, and Thoughtful. It is so, well, Awesome!

https://www.gofundme.com/AwesomesauceDuo

We also saw that a lot of people on here wanted to donate to our cause, and were looking for a paypal! We set one up, in case you were still feeling like helping. That can be found at:

https://paypal.me/awesomesauceduo

The name on the account is Saucy G’s real name. Apparently AwesomeSauce Duo isn’t a legal name. Silly.

Today we are feeling a little better. A little stronger. A lot more loved. Thank you, again, for lifting our spirits when we needed it the most. It can be a scary world out there, but it is also filled with wonderful people. Thank you for reminding us of that.

More to come soon. Maybe even an adventure post or two, since that is what we do after all!

 

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If you’re reading this, I’m lost

After leaving Meteor Crater Park (post coming soon), we headed to Vegas Baby!
Every year the AwesomeSauce Duo go to the World Series of Poker, held at the Rio in Las Vegas. This year would be no different. Well, a little different. We were bringing our house, belongings, and the Mews team with!

We prepared for the heat (we thought). We had tested, and retested the “house” air conditioning. We had it inspected by professionals. We bought a secondary floor unit for when we were plugged in. We had been making ice for days.
At the KOA at Sam’s Town, we plugged in and cranked it up.

Then the circuits blew.

Then they blew again.

Then the Mews started to melt.

After trying everything, and calling everyone in the city, we decided it was safer to put us and the Team up in a hotel. The Mews are too important to be left in the heat.

We were told by the hotel casino security to park our beloved RV in the oversize parking lot. There are cameras, lights, and security checks the lot periodically, so we felt sort of ok leaving our home there. We took some clothes, our cash, our Team, and checked in.

We checked on it Friday. We checked on it Saturday. We checked on it Sunday.

Our home was stolen on Monday.

It was stolen from the parking lot at 10:45am on Monday, June 27th.

It is white with blue trim, with two large logos. Our family crest on the back that says “AwesomeSauce Duo” with cats, bacon, playing cards, etc. The other large sticker is the link to our website on the drivers side, http://www.AwesomeSauceAdventure.com

We filed reports with Bally’s and Metro PD.

Everything we owned (basically) was in the motorhome.

One of the things that hurts the most was we were  transporting  seven urns. My (Saucy G) great grandparents, my grandparents, my mother, my father in law (Awesome Ks dad) and our cat, former Head of Security, Secret Agent Sam.

The remains of Saucy Gs family were left to her to spread their ashes in Reno and Catalina, CA. All we really want are the urns back. They mean a lot to us.

There was a lot of other stuff, too, but we know that recovery of that is less than likely. The fishing gear that belonged to Saucy G that had so much sentimental value. The book of crushed pennies the Duo was collecting at each stop. The books. The photos. The dvds, games. The travel scrapbook. The hand made quilt and blanket, the AwesomeSauce pillow that were wedding presents. Everything.

Not only did someone steal our home, and our relatives remains, they crushed us emotionally. We had just started this incredible adventure after years of planning, saving, and dreaming. We are devastated.

We are trying to keep our sense of humor, though. We are ok. The Mews are ok.

In addition to our home, they took the Smart Car trailer that was attached to the back.

If you happen to see a motor home with large AwesomeSauce stickers, Colorado Plate MQT-304, please contact Metro police and reference event number 16 0628-2051. Telephone 702-828-3204

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Thank you so much for your time, and any help would be greatly appreciated.

TL:DR, Motorhome/house and trailer were stolen. Giant AwesomeSauce Duo sticker on the back. Please call police if spotted.