After three agonizing weeks of waiting for the trailer, we finally brought Mali Mish home from the dealership. I will explain why it took so long in another post but for now, take a look at her beautiful shiny cheeks!
Today we are launching a newly redesigned MaliMish.com. I know it’s only been like a month since we started posting to the site but we just can’t help ourselves but to design a new theme since we are welcoming our other baby home tomorrow.
If you read the about section of our site, you might have noticed at the end what Mali Mish stands for. After looking online for a mascot for the last few weeks, we finally came across a hand-made, wool-stuffed mouse on Etsy.com.
Point your peepers at this guy!
Last Saturday was supposed to be the day we bring our Airstream home. Yes, I said supposed to because things are not working out as smoothly as anticipated. Big surprise, huh?
We got a call a few days beforehand from our sales guy saying that our Airstream was all ready for us to pick up. They were supposed to reinstall the television, replace a missing bathroom fixture, replace the propane cover and detail the inside and outside of it. But when we got to the lot and found our new baby, we shook our heads. Not only was the propane cover not replaced, the entire thing was dirtier on the outside than the last time we saw it. Sure the TV was hanging off of the wall and we got a new light fixture but the interior was no where close to being detailed. AHHH!
So, why did they lie to us? Not sure. They had an excuse and it was a decent one but I still don’t like being lied too. Especially since we had to drive 4 hours through LA and find a babysitter. AHHH! There was a huge RV show going on at the Pomona Fairgrounds and most of their manpower was over there.
The Airstream we thought was officially ours was snatched up from under us and relocated to a new dealership. You must think we were pretty pissed off. Yes we were… but have you ever seen a pissed off toddler who had her road trip dreams squashed by the man? Boy, this dealership is in BIG trouble. BIG BIG TROUBLE. So a couple weekends ago, we headed down south to find out where our Airstream was hiding.
… and it has Airstream written all over it.
So, I have a little story to tell. It’s about ‘our’ Airstream. You know the one. The one with the cheeks that I want to squeeze? Yeah, that one. Here it goes…
After visiting a couple dealerships, we narrowed down the specs of the Airstream we were hoping to buy but none of the dealerships carried our choice. So we were back to window shopping via the internet. And low and behold, we found it on craigslist. A ‘new’ 2007 Airstream International Ocean Breeze 25FB and it was sitting on a dealership lot down in the San Diego area.
The good news was that is priced ridiculously low. The bad news was that it is a bank repo. Ughhhhh. A repo? Come on! But it didn’t end up being as bad as it sounded. The bank repo’ed the trailer from a going out of business dealership and not from a family who had their road trip dreams squashed and then decided to booby trap the toilet with firecrackers (ouch!) and write profanities all over the aluminum exoskeleton (might sound cool to you now but Ava will eventually learn to read, people!).
Isn’t she just so so cute?
I want to squeeze her cheeks. I want to hug her until she wiggles out of my arms. I want to put a cherry on top and eat her up with a spoon. But, I guess I have to settle on incessantly staring at her picture until we finally meet in person. And then I’m going to squeeze her cheeks… wherever they are.
(If you haven’t read Part 1 of our shopping adventure, click here.)
So, as you recall, we were in the market for a used Airstream International Signature Series 25FB. I guess you can say we were pretty specific on what we wanted. We preferred to buy a used one from someone who was looking to part ways with theirs but strangely enough there weren’t too many on the market. So we headed to one of our local dealerships in Southern California to check out their inventory. And low and behold, they had a 2007 with our specs. The modern interior was clean, slick, and accented with orange.
Could this be the one? We can’t buy the first one we looked at, right? Would that be responsible of us? I would normally answer these questions with a ‘Yes, we bought it on the spot anyways!’… but not this time. We told the kind salesman that we could not buy the very first one we looked at… even after he knocked off $12k on the spot without us even asking.
A man and woman walk into an Airstream dealership.
The man kicks the tires, makes sure he can comfortably sit on the commode, and carefully inspects the cost breakdown spec sheet.
The woman opens all the cabinets to try to figure out how all of her their stuff will fit, notes the color palette, and tries to imagine if a pack ‘n play could be squeezed next to the dinette.
The salesman gives us his forewarned ‘two-minute spiel’.
He tells the man that an Airstream is for a ‘lifetime’. He tells the woman how pretty these cabinets look at night.
Oh man. Are we really that predictable?
Dan and I did a lot of window shopping online. Dan didn’t really care which model we got as long as we got a good price. Sure, I wanted a good price too (who doesn’t?) but I wanted it to feel like home. My home. Especially since it will be more than just a weekender. So, I put my foot down and said that I prefer the International line and that’s it. (Dan loves it when I am flexible with my choices.) And on top of my preference for the International line, I definitely did NOT want the cheesy Ocean Breeze model. No way Jose. Over my dead body. It’s my or the highway. You hear me, Dan?
We had no idea what size we would feel comfortable in or what floor plan would work for us… until we saw them in person. We decided that the 25 foot model would work best for us since it had a permanent dinette and a couch. The dinette would work perfectly as a traveling office area and the couch would give Ava ample stretching room. Perfect. I really didn’t want to set-up and break-down the eating area every night as we did with the T@b.
The 25 foot model had two floor plan options. The FB (Front Bedroom) floor plan had the shower and toilet/sink areas separated, a gaucho couch and a more spacious bedroom.
The SS (Six Sleeper) floor plan had a more traditional couch and bathroom but had a cramped bedroom and a flimsy shower door that I could guarantee Ava busting through within a week.
So after a few minutes of touring actual Airstreams, we agreed that we needed to focus on looking for an International Signature Series 25FB (non-Ocean Breeze) which was not one of the newest model years.
I never said I wasn’t picky.
To be continued…
As you probably saw in our About section, our desire to hit to road intensified when we lost our dearest friend Rudy. It’s been a year since the day we said good-bye. It’s been a year since we lost our minds and a big piece of our hearts. It’s been a year and I still can’t believe she’s gone. It’s been a year and it still hurts like freakin’ hell.
We’ll love you forever and ever Rudy. And ‘our little adventure’ is dedicated to you.
So, as you saw in the last post, we sold our T@b trailer and Ava wasn’t the only one kinda sad about it. We only had our little teardrop trailer for about a year but it held so many memories for us.
Like our first trial trip with the T@b to El Capitan State Beach near Santa Barbara, California…
Like the time we went on our first real road trip as a family to Catalina State Park in beautiful Tucson, Arizona…
Like when we built up enough courage again to take Ava on another road trip during Mother’s Day weekend to San Clemente State Beach…
Hmmm. Two out of three road trips resulted in emergency trips to the hospital. This post isn’t sounding too positive but it all worked out at the end. It wasn’t the T@b’s fault. I swear. I blame the germs at daycare in combination to the dry air of our toasty trailer. We know better now. Warm dry air = bad. Cool humid air = good. Got it. Hey, we might be slow learners but at least we learn.
I’m Marlene and I’m tired of wasting time. You see, I send my daughter to daycare, kiss my husband good-bye in the morning and work at a job that makes me (fill in the blank). Any word will do. Go ahead. Try it. (Happy) Yes, I was happy there for many years until my sweet Ava showed up. (Angry) Yes, this place is turning me into a not so nice person sometimes. (Bored) Yes, it is possible to have read everything on the internet. Twice.
So, you see, it’s time for a change. A big change. I’m tired of missing out on my life. Missing out on what made me fall in love with my husband, Dan. Missing out on what makes my daughter, Ava, smile throughout her day. Missing out on years I have left with my saggy bellied cat, Yoda.
Check this out. Here is what I plan to do. Wait. Let me rephrase that. Here is what I AM going to do. Sell half the crap I own. Throw the other half in my garage. Rent out my lovely little Spanish cottage by the sea. Buy an Airstream. And hit the road. I’m going to travel the country. The entire country. With my husband, my toddler and my cat. And I am going to blog about it everyday to anyone who wants to listen. This is my chance. And I am going to take it. And write about it. And photograph it. And video it. Everyday. No excuses. Because I don’t want to live with (fill in the blanks) anymore. I want to live. Period.
WHAT: Family living on the road for a year in an Airstream… with a toddler and a cat.
WHEN: As soon as I can figure out if I should keep my beloved 50″ rear projection TV or sell it.
WHY: Because if we don’t do it now, I fear it will be never.
WHERE: First stop, the Alamo. I’m going to find the basement PeeWee Herman never found.
HOW: Well, you’ll have to come back and read our blog to find out how we do it.
Oh, and I guess I should introduce myself and the crew. Hello. Nice to meet you.