"I Swear I'm not Crazy"

Late one Friday night two employees found that a mysterious camera was recording the drive through teller station. These employees are not new by any sense of the word and found it very interesting that they have not stumbled on this camera angle in the past. "It all the sudden just showed up on the monitor." Wait wait wait wait, I know what your thinking. Your thinking this is the inflatable couch why haven't you told us who these employees are? The answer is just quite simple, however you are quite correct, this is the inflatable couch and there are no secrets. It was Cathy and Jennie, and they were so bothered by this discovery that Monday morning they sent the rest of the staff on a goose chase to find the mysterious camera. Come to find out the mysterious camera did not exist. Cathy and Jennie were immediately pronounced LOONIES. A week went by and the mysterious camera had not made an appearance. Jennie and Cathy still plead their sanity to us but the pleas were not answered. The camera still keeping its stealth avoided detection as well as a sasquach. Until it met a goat head and a caucasianAsian. Late Monday night we hear a scream from the break room. "I'm not crazy I'm not crazy" the scream echoed. Goat head and myself ran to see what the fuss was about. The camera had made its visible again. There is stood shining so blurry at the drive one teller station. Goat head and I tore apart ceiling panels, light fixtures, teller stations, even the slightest peep hole in a wall was not left unchecked. After about 25 minutes of searching Goat head was in need of some (............) lets just say he needed to get home to his wife. So our search unsuccessfully had to come to an end. Until I saw my reflection in the drive through window. Then it hit, the camera was not hidden, it was right in front of our faces. The blurry image that was projected was a reflection off the drive through window because it was so dark outside. This explained why the camera never showed itself in the day time. Jennie was relieved that she was indeed not crazy and Justin "Goat Head" could perform that night without distraction of the mysterious camera.

Goat Heads and Kidney Stones

The term deflated never seems to strike someone as being a positive adjective. We always associate deflated with depresed or even a flat tire. It's been brought to my attention that the couch has now made the deflated list. The times has come to inflate the deflated couch. So a lot has happened since smokey. There was an offage, a man dog, a kidney stone and goat head. Do to a misterious offage of an undisclosed amount of money we obtained a goat head. We had another teller decide that Advantage Plus credit union offered a better carrier path so we obtained a Robyn. With goat head and Robyn in place we decided to have the first 2009 man dog feast. This lead to meeting a Todd, a way cool cat from a town called downey. I know what your thinking.. Downey where is that? Honestly I can't tell you where its at. I recommend getting a travel guide and asking for directions. I'm guessing you wont have to pay to park there.
So I bet your asking yourself what a goat head and a kidney stone have to do with the couch. Well besides being capable on deflating a couch in a hurry they have been pretty much the only thing exciting to happen the CU in a while. The Kidney stone took out our chief teller for a good 4 days or so. There has always been that classic debate you know the one I'm talking about. What hurts worse child birth or getting kicked in the crotch. This debate was thought to never be solved because a man could never give birth and a women getting kicked in the crotch just doesn't have the same affect. Jennies little episode has brought us closer to putting a close on this debate. What is that you ask? well we still don't know what hurts worse kick in the balls or child birth but we now know that Kidney stones hurt worse that both. You heard that straight from the inflatable couch.
Goat head.... Goat head... Goat head.... that's whats on your mind now I know. Well to ease your curiosity I will tell you it's not the head of a goat. It's not even one of those little poky things that get caught in your sock while hiking through the desert that is Downey. You know I have to tell you who the goat head is right... It's the couch and we don't keep secrets on the couch. The goat head is our newest teller Justin. He is very hard working fun to be around and will sometimes remind you of walking through 5 miles of weeds in downey with a poky in your sock. Big news today, Justin gets married tomorrow. A convert mormon with not so much as a porn video as a reference he ventures into the act of marriage. Stay tuned for the next inflate as we could have a good one as we finish this topic.

Smokey the bear doesn't like corn nuts

Beer, more beer, man steak, hot dogs, hamburgers, corn nuts, lawn chair, and a river. What more does a guy need to get away from it all? A visit from a special friend, you already know we don't keep secrets when on the couch so I'll just tell you who it was. It was Smokey himself, only he wasn't here to make sure my camp fire was out. He came to eat a loaf of bread, and keep me from sleeping the rest of the night. You know if he was that hungy he could of just came up to me in the middle of the day and asked me politely for some food, I would of probably give him something. Instead he thought he would be a sneaky bear and come at 2 in the morning while I was having a man nap.

My wife wakes me up at 2:30 A.M "Ty I think there is something outside out tent." At first I thought it was just a chipmunk or a fox, we see those all the time. Maybe even a deer but then I heard one of our 60 lb coolers tip over, and I knew right then it had to be Smokey. I kick my sleeping bag off because I couldn't find the stinking zipper, grabbed a flashlight, and unzipped a window on the tent. I shined the light out the window and sure enough there was Smokey caught red handed with a loaf of bread. He had tipped over one of our food totes and went through our dry food. He tried the wifes nasty pancake mix (glad I'm not the only one that doesn't like it) and decided to move on to tortilas and corn chips. Smokey must be suffing from nasal congestion from all that smoke or something because he completely left alone my man steak and my corn nuts. I'm going back up to the same spot this weekend we shall see if I have another visit from Smokey. I hope you enjoyed your stay on the inflatable couch.

Memorial Day Weekend

Golf, Beer, and Man Steak!! repeat as needed is how memorial weekend is supposed to be spent!! However it was stopped short do to THE TRENCH Rocks Rocks Rocks Rocks Rocks. Took 12 hours to dig the trench for the sprinkler line. Now I know why they charge so much to install one of these things!!!!

STUMPEN

So I recently decided to attempt to put in a sprinkler system in my back yard. However, do spoil my wonderful plan lay the remains of a peach tree. Thats right a STUMP!!! We'll call it a stump because thats what everyone seems to be calling them these days. For the past 4 days this stump has been the bane of my exsistance. I hate very few things but I really hate this stump. The peach tree that once stood 5 years ago was not very big so I got a bid from a contractor to remove the stump. $300, are you kidding me I was not about stoop that low and pay someone that kind of money. So like a good 1/2 Asian late Sunday afternoon I grabbed a shovel and went to work. Between rocks and roots it took me about 2 hours of tough Japaneese labor to reveal about 5 decent sized roots. I thought to myself "this will all be over tomorrow" so Monday I grabbed an axe and went to work. Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop ChopChop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop. Another 3 hours later on a wet Monday evening after a long day of work all of the roots were chopped. Ha Ha I said this stump will be no more I just need to pull it out. "Ha Ha" The stump said to me as I tried furiously to pull the rootless stump out. Nothing, I called it a night when it started getting dark. Yesterday, Tuesday evening after an 8 hour shift at work I decided to borrow a chainsaw "ha ha" I thought to myself this is it for the stump. As the POS chainsaw sunks its teeth into the stump I heard the poor stump cry out in pain. Little did I know the STUMP had sarcasm. I didn't get 2 inches into the stump when the chainsaw started smoking and cutting out. The Chainsaw and myself once more were defeated. I was not going to waste another night on this stump. I put the saw away and went inside and watched IDOL. I lost sleep last night do to wondering how I will defeat the stump

NEIGHBORS

On Sunday Krissy and I aquired a truck. We didn't pay for the truck because it was given to us. Before you start thinking for a second that we are lucky think again. The person who gave us this truck we'll call her Katie, why because that is her name, you should know by now there are no secrets here and because there are no secrets I will tell you that Katie is Krissy's mom. Wow bet you didn't see that coming. So we get the truck on Sunday with a few complication that annoy the hell out of me but you don't get to hear about that yet. We get the truck into town and park it across the street and yesterday we got it registered and insured.

Last night we get a phone call from Krissy's parents stating that there is an irrate ladie on the the phone who is demanding they move their truck. Well they live in Gooding and the truck isn't theirs anymore so no they wont move the truck. She also called and cursed out Krissy's grandma because she broke into the truck broke the glove compartment and found a ten year old registration from my dead grandpa. So she harrassed krissy's grandpa and mother and threatened to have the truck towed. Its been there two days!!

So hear is the question I have for you. Should I move the truck?
She can't tow it. It's leagally parked, registered, and insured. It doesn't effect her at all because they have a street and a driveway on the other side of the block. They have lived there for 3 years and I have never seen a car parked there ever! I don't park it on my side of the street because the only place to put it is right in front of a stop sign and I'm pretty sure an accident would probably result from people either not seeing the sign or not seeing on comming traffic coming from the other street. If the ladie was more polite about the whole thing I would think of something else to do with the truck but since she was an ass and broke the glove compartment and I think she still has some old registration information she hasn't put back. I think i'm going to leave the truck there. What do you think?

Teller Defeats TCD
On April 13, 2009 a teller, we'll call her Jennie. Why? because that is her name, recovered from TCD "Teller Consuming disorder." We are so glad to have her back, things were just too quiet here without her. Jennie makes the second teller in 4 weeks to defeat TCD and return back to work. Another teller we'll call her Jordyn, why? You know why by now, defeated a more mild case of TCD a little over a week ago. I'm thinking we may now have a cure for TCD. Its seems like time away from work (which happens to also be a symptom of TCD) actually speeds recovery. Congrats to Jennie and Jordyn!!