Toga! Toga! Toga!

When I was in college, I was so broke that I took my measly paycheck to the local Meijers to cash it and have money orders made for my share of the rent and utilities. For my most broke six months, I was left with about ten dollars for food and bus fare for the following two weeks.

I bought a lot of eggs and cheap bean burritos.

I'd always thought those days were far behind me. The reality is, though, that these recent months have been so financially difficult that we're dangerously close to reliving my college experience. Frankly we are barely making it paycheck-to-paycheck. We're fortunate that we have money trickling in from here and there (and some super great friends (especially this one; she just started blogging today) who've helped out in a pinch or two), otherwise I don't know what I'd do.

Sometimes the idea of reliving college years is appealing. NOT the scrimping and saving part, though.

Anyway, today as I was backing out of our driveway, I realized I'd forgotten something inside the house. As always, I was running late, so I hurriedly threw the car into park, opened the door, and stepped out.

Except that instead of putting the car in park, I had put it in reverse. I realized this as my foot shot out from under me and I started to fall and stumble backwards. I was hopping on my left foot, trying to get back into the car and find the brake with my right foot. As I struggled, I had visions of the open door knocking me over and the car continuing on without me. With my four year-old daughter strapped into her car seat.

But instead of hitting me, the open car door caught on a decorative column on the side of our house. There was an odd, groaning sound as the door bent; at that moment I made it into the car and slammed on the brakes.

I had to pull forward so that I could close the car door. It was stuck waaaaaaaaaaay open. I briefly considered ditching it and biking to her preschool, but we were already late and I was working. Plus I didn't want to deal with the hassle of getting out of the car, extricating my bike from the garage, emptying the variety of things I'd packed into the car for the school day and shoving it into the bike trailer, so I said, "EFFF it!" and yanked as hard as I could.

The door budged by about six inches.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I yelled and pulled with all my might. It closed!

Well, almost. The 'door is ajar' light is still on. Whatever. The door isn't going anywhere right now.

So, now we'll have to scrape up the money for the deductible. Fun, fun times.

And not a keg party in sight.


  1. I am so sorry. :( I sort of know what that's like. Good luck! and may tomorrow be much happier!

  2. I know that feeling well. It's gotten better, but still there are times when it's way tighter than I'd like. And of course, it seems like when you can least afford it, catastrophe strikes. Sorry about the car, hon.

  3. Isn't that always the way.
    I am so sorry about the car door, I guess it's better than what could have happened. So very sorry about it all.
    Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
    *off to check out your friend's new blog*

  4. it was a whole lot more fun being broke in college, for some reason. Just when we thought we might be making a dent in our debt, we had our basement flood, our crappy car had the muffler fall off, and our other car needed 4 new tires. Hang in there.

  5. Oh, I have been there. For a long period of time and I thought it would crush me. (You know you're poor when you can't gather enough change from the couch cushions to buy a slurpee.)

    Why does life have to pour lemon juice on when you have paper cuts everywhere?

    So sorry, hon.

  6. I am so sorry! At least the door is closed. Now you have a choice- you can either climb across the seat or pull a "Dukes of Hazzard" and go through the window.
    I can laugh with you because I have been there (both the door and the broke.) I hit (or reversed) into a pole at a drive thru backing up to get the money that the girl dropped. My husband said I was a bad driver and made me slide across for 2 weeks to prove a point.

  7. Oh no, that sucks. I'm sorry it happened.

    I'm not quite in that bind, yet, but I am getting absolutely destroyed by the plummeting dollar. Living overseas I need to convert my dollar salary to local currency and I am getting SLAMMED each time the exchange rate crashes :(.

  8. I'm sorry - when it rains it pours eh?

    Just remember - what doesn't break you makes you stronger - that what I keep telling myself at times, too!

  9. Sometimes I feel like the only "grown-up" who is struggling with money. This winter has been especially hard with the heating fuel prices. Our belts are so tight they're practically cutting us in half!

    But, I'm told it gets easier. Let's just hang on to that :)

  10. well...crap. that sucks. I'm sorry.

  11. Oh wow, I'm so sorry. We've been there, done that. We are now finally in a place where we have a bit of breathing room and now find out we owe over $400 in taxes. Sigh! There goes more than half of our emergency fund. I highly, highly recommend you read Debt Proof Living.

  12. At the risk of sounding redundant, that sucks! At least it's just the broken door you have to deal with rather than having had the car roll out into the street and matters ending up much worse. Glad everything's ok.... well, that is excluding the poor car door!

  13. You brought back memories from college of me subsisting on baked potatoes and Domino's pizza (that I would somehow stretch to last for days.) Oh, and cereal.

    Last year was a major year of budget suckage for us. One major thing after another would break. ARRGGHHH!

    Hang in there...and NOW your camera? Ugh.


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