It's really weird to start blogging on my laptop again. I have the Windows & Operating System and Word 10 and the Firefox---- none of which I know how to use. I literally didn't blog yesterday, not because I didn't have time, but because all the "new" scared me and just wore my brain out. If I had one of those new at a time and then figured it out, and then the next one, etc I might be okay but all three new at once, I just ended up frustrated and pissed off. So I didn't do anything. Then I thought I couldn't go 2 days without blogging unless I was dead or something worse, so I figured out enough to get here. So here I am.
After all that I feel like I should have something amazing and astounding to say but I really don't. At all.
I could tell you that yesterday morning Curly and I went rummage sale-ing and it was awesome. We got some really good stuff. I got a couple shirts and a tea cup. I found a bunch of books and a pretty cut glass bowl. I got a 6 foot long mesh bag thingy and I'm going to hang it in my room and keep scarves, hats, mittens, and the like in it. I got 2 DVDs (21 and National Treasure 2) and an oil bottle with a stopper.
There is a rummage sale story. I can tell you what I didn't get: an antique, pale pink and gold chenille and velvet chez lounge. I didn't get this beautiful and comfortable piece of furniture with the oak trim, hand carved scroll work, and lion's claw legs because a fellow rummager was a royal BITCH. Oh yes, she was.
I looked at it and sat on it and contemplated and talked to the proprietor of said sale. Then I called ITSam to get an opinion, and some money. Then I went to pay the guy for it, to write a check, when his adult son said it was sold. The son was working with one woman and I was working with the father and there was confusion. The father, I think, was going to make sure I got it since I was just adjusting my funding and securing a truck to get it. The woman got snippy with all of us (down right rude, actually) and then had it carried to her car immediately. It was not a pretty sight. And I didn't NOT get said chez lounge.
I was not happy but I got over it. Just made me mad. I was the first one and the first one gets dibs. We just confused our rummage sale hosts. But she's the one with the lounge and I'm not. Such is life. But damn it, I LOOK like I a siren who belongs draped across it and she looked like... a lump who couldn't glam if her life depended on it, in her gray ugly too small sweat pants in public, her Harry Cary Coke bottle glasses, and her 80s feathered perm- what the hell was SHE going to do with a belong-in-a-bordello chez lounge?
Reminds me of when I was a kid and the neighbors across the street had an auction. I was about 11 or 12 and it was the first auction I had ever been to in my life. I bought 2 pink velvet barrel chairs with Queen Anne legs. For $6.51. I was bidding and I was counting my change and I hollered that bid and everyone around laughed and the person bidding against me stopped and I go the chairs. So my friend Jenny and I carried them home, one at a time. I think my parents about had a cow. I thought they chairs were fancy and elegant. My parents thought they looked like Ms. Havisham cast offs! Never mind that the back was loose on one and dad had to reinforce a leg on the other. Never mind that when I sat on them, a *pouff* cloud of dust arose. Still, I put them in my room and sat on them for years.
Sometimes a sale is just a sale, other times it a furniture adventure!
Maggie
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Well, you said it was FREE!
The other day Daddy-O and I cleaned out the garage. It was a few hours of time but we got lots accomplished.
One thing we both decided when we started cleaning that we were NOT going to have a rummage sale. At all. I had a rummage sale a few years ago and I did it because I really needed the money, really badly. But unless I'm in that sort of dire straits again, then there is no friggin way. So we agreed.
We threw stuff away and we took stuff to the local mission store. And we came up with an idea. We had some things we didn't want to "wrap up" and box up to haul away. So we lugged a super old, beat up card table to the side of the street and set all the stuff on it with a huge sign that said "free." There was an old oil lamp, and a bunch of candle holders. There was an old Mary Engelbreit picture, and old birdhouse, and an old computer monitor that still worked but was old and bulky.
As the day went on, stuff disappeared off the table. Cars would slow down and take a looky-loo. Some stopped and others didn't. People took stuff. It was all good.
I ran a few errands and when I got home, there was one thing left: the computer monitor. The cords had been taken (probably someone wanted to sell the copper) and left the monitor.
And the monitor was no longer on the table but on the grass.
Because someone had taken the table. Seriously! Someone took the old, ramshackle, broken down, table all the stuff was on.
Well, the sign did say "Free".
Maggie
One thing we both decided when we started cleaning that we were NOT going to have a rummage sale. At all. I had a rummage sale a few years ago and I did it because I really needed the money, really badly. But unless I'm in that sort of dire straits again, then there is no friggin way. So we agreed.
We threw stuff away and we took stuff to the local mission store. And we came up with an idea. We had some things we didn't want to "wrap up" and box up to haul away. So we lugged a super old, beat up card table to the side of the street and set all the stuff on it with a huge sign that said "free." There was an old oil lamp, and a bunch of candle holders. There was an old Mary Engelbreit picture, and old birdhouse, and an old computer monitor that still worked but was old and bulky.
As the day went on, stuff disappeared off the table. Cars would slow down and take a looky-loo. Some stopped and others didn't. People took stuff. It was all good.
I ran a few errands and when I got home, there was one thing left: the computer monitor. The cords had been taken (probably someone wanted to sell the copper) and left the monitor.
And the monitor was no longer on the table but on the grass.
Because someone had taken the table. Seriously! Someone took the old, ramshackle, broken down, table all the stuff was on.
Well, the sign did say "Free".
Maggie
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Shopping stuff
I need new clothes. Thank goodness I have a birthday soon and my nearest and dearest may decide to shower me with birthday clothes. Or gift cards. I was looking at my work clothes and I have the same pair of blank and brown pants that I've worn for about 5 years. I remember when they were too big, just right and now a bit snug. I have an array of t-shirts but hardly any dressy tops. I own no khakis. My favorite stuff is faded, worn thin, showing it's age, and is frayed. These are my work clothes I'm talking about here. I'm in a world of hurt. But, I've found that Old Navy has some plus size stuff online that is CUTE. And affordable. Gap and Old Navy are somehow related and there are some adorable khakis on there, and some adorable tops, and a smart looking jacket. If I piecemeal it all out, I could have a decent looking wardrobe in a year. Oh well.
In other shopping news, Sam bought me shoes this weekend. As a reward for throwing away 5 pair of shoes this summer (three pairs of worn out flip-flops and 2 pair of butt-ugly sandals that I can figure out why I bought in the first place) he bought me new tennis shoes (cute Sketchers with no laces and no tongue) AND he also bought me a pair of brown leather Sketchers that will go with almost everything. Jeans and anything I own for the winter in earth tones. Which is just about everything. Now, how can I not love a man who buys me shoes?
This weekend we also did the rummage sale/ antique store/ auction thing. I spent nothing and Sam spent a whole whopping $4- on me. I found a teacup and saucer for my collection. And I found 2 vintage purses. They're patent leather clutches, one red and one black. They are perfect and to die for. Pictures will be coming forthwith. We browsed an antique mall, which is always fun, but it was so hot and dusty that we gave up. And we found a DELIGHTFUL auction with a gorgeous set of china that I separately wanted. However, this auction had 3 barns worth of farm stuff, plus a garage, some autos, and some tractors. Then there was all the furniture- in a four bedroom house. The table where the dishes were located was table 3. It was going to be last. So we could've spent the ENTIRE afternoon on Saturday sitting in the hot sun for about 4- 5 hours before they got to my dishes or I could live without them. I'm living without them. And doing it quite well, thank you very much!
I'm also shopping for a place to live. With ITSam. And Mac. And sometimes Jack. But that falls under another post... maybe one called Sam Stuff, or something creative like that.
Mags
This weekend we also did the rummage sale/ antique store/ auction thing. I spent nothing and Sam spent a whole whopping $4- on me. I found a teacup and saucer for my collection. And I found 2 vintage purses. They're patent leather clutches, one red and one black. They are perfect and to die for. Pictures will be coming forthwith. We browsed an antique mall, which is always fun, but it was so hot and dusty that we gave up. And we found a DELIGHTFUL auction with a gorgeous set of china that I separately wanted. However, this auction had 3 barns worth of farm stuff, plus a garage, some autos, and some tractors. Then there was all the furniture- in a four bedroom house. The table where the dishes were located was table 3. It was going to be last. So we could've spent the ENTIRE afternoon on Saturday sitting in the hot sun for about 4- 5 hours before they got to my dishes or I could live without them. I'm living without them. And doing it quite well, thank you very much!
I'm also shopping for a place to live. With ITSam. And Mac. And sometimes Jack. But that falls under another post... maybe one called Sam Stuff, or something creative like that.
Mags
Saturday, June 13, 2009
World's Larget Rummage Sale 2009
Whew- it's over! It took weeks and weeks to get this thing together and in two days it's done... sort of like taking hours to prepare a fancy meal that everyone has consumed in 25 minutes or spending months Christmas shopping to have gifts torn open in 10 minutes.
But it's over and done with and I'm nearly $500 richer. Curley and her son's made some moola- as did Daddy-o so all and all it was worth it.
Even when we were done this afternoon, Curley's Hubby came into town and helped us pack all the left overs into boxes and then donated it to the local mission (think a local version of Goodwill). So I think it was a win-win situation for everyone!
Curley and I laughed lots and had lots of time to gab. She saw lots of people she knew and I just tried to hide when I saw people I might know!
We were sorry Daddy-O wasn't in town for the big event but we managed without him. Now I'll be spending the next week putting the garage back into some sort of order so he can at least park in there again!
I'm not usually a person who goes to rummage sales myself as a ritual, but I like to go and poke around. I might find a buy or two here or there. Curley is really good at rummaging and getting good prices and knowing what the good buy is so she was my "go to" woman this weekend, no pricing and negotiating. Thank you Curley for helping me and keeping me company and just hanging out with me and EVERYTHING! *Kisses and smooches*
I was surprised at some things that didn't sell, and we did run an ad in the local newspaper, which is like a rummage saler's weekend Bible and survival guide. My 6ft tall Christmas tree in it's original box didn't sell- no it's not pre-lite and I was only asking $20 OBO- and it's a beautiful tree. One person made me about pee my pants when she looked at it, which was in pieces in the box, and asked me, "Is it artificial?" Need I say more?
We also had a bunch of white unpainted ceramic Christmas village pieces- none of those sold. They're the kind that doesn't have to be fired in a kiln, just painted and sprayed. No one bought a danged piece of it.
We did keep the tree and the village pieces so if any of you...?
It's funny to be what does sell- Granny's who don't have DVD players loved all the Disney VHS video tapes. Little girls want old makeup and baby dolls. MY old Barbie furniture sold. This stuff is 30 years old and people just snapped it up. I sold a set of dishes. A piece of 4 ft long coax cable sold. The infamous Barry Manilow cassette tape, all my wicker baskets, jewelery, pots and pans, a pellet shotgun style gun-- all sorts of things sold.
I love watching people go to rummage sales. There are those who walk through quickly, obviously looking for something specific. There are the browsers. There are those people who are the rummage salers who are out for blood- they come early, have the newspaper Bible in hand, will negotiate on the first day, demand sacks and always have small bills and change. There are the women who come in a group and it's obviously just something to do while they socialize. There are those Indecisive rummage salers who pick it up and put it down and have to carry something around and touch it all, before making a bit purchase. (I would hate to see these people in a "real" store if trying to decide to spend a quarter for a picture fram still in it's store wrapping is a tough choice) There was a little old man who was trying to get me to lower prices on everything and then trying to shame me for no budging. Take the cool for example. it was an igloo cooler, on wheels, with a pull handle and a carry handle. It's in perfect condition- no dents, mildew, mold, no anything. We just have about 194 coolers so we sold this one. For $3. It looked practically new- hell it might've only been used once after an unplanned visit to Sam's Club and lots of cold things were bought and needed protection- that's how we seem to acquire lots of our coolers around here. Anyway, this guy wanted to know if I would take a buck. Hello, buddy, this is a rummage sale I realize, but you're already getting a$10 cooler for $3 and it looks like new so back off.
We did the rummage sale for 2 days and yesterday was furniture day. We sold it all and we sold it early. I could've sold my book case 10 times over and the wicker patio furniture at least that. Not one soul said a word about it today, thank the goddess since it was sold, but! All day yesterday people would show up, look around and ask "did you sell the wicker?" Well, do you see it anywhere? Duh- it's gone and then they would try and peer into the back yard or garage to see if there was more, like I would lie? At one point one woman was pointing at everything in Daddy-O's yard, wanting to know if it was for sale- hell, I could've sold her the whole house, I think.
So the sale is over. Whew. I'm glad I did it, though. And now I can clean the garage and call it a day. Well, maybe I'll call it a day tomorrow. Or Tuesday. Or sometimes next week. But I have to get it done by next Saturday since a small town a few miles over is having a town wide sale. I need to find room to put more, er, ah, my stuff...!
Rummaging around,
Maggie
But it's over and done with and I'm nearly $500 richer. Curley and her son's made some moola- as did Daddy-o so all and all it was worth it.
Even when we were done this afternoon, Curley's Hubby came into town and helped us pack all the left overs into boxes and then donated it to the local mission (think a local version of Goodwill). So I think it was a win-win situation for everyone!
Curley and I laughed lots and had lots of time to gab. She saw lots of people she knew and I just tried to hide when I saw people I might know!
We were sorry Daddy-O wasn't in town for the big event but we managed without him. Now I'll be spending the next week putting the garage back into some sort of order so he can at least park in there again!
I'm not usually a person who goes to rummage sales myself as a ritual, but I like to go and poke around. I might find a buy or two here or there. Curley is really good at rummaging and getting good prices and knowing what the good buy is so she was my "go to" woman this weekend, no pricing and negotiating. Thank you Curley for helping me and keeping me company and just hanging out with me and EVERYTHING! *Kisses and smooches*
I was surprised at some things that didn't sell, and we did run an ad in the local newspaper, which is like a rummage saler's weekend Bible and survival guide. My 6ft tall Christmas tree in it's original box didn't sell- no it's not pre-lite and I was only asking $20 OBO- and it's a beautiful tree. One person made me about pee my pants when she looked at it, which was in pieces in the box, and asked me, "Is it artificial?" Need I say more?
We also had a bunch of white unpainted ceramic Christmas village pieces- none of those sold. They're the kind that doesn't have to be fired in a kiln, just painted and sprayed. No one bought a danged piece of it.
We did keep the tree and the village pieces so if any of you...?
It's funny to be what does sell- Granny's who don't have DVD players loved all the Disney VHS video tapes. Little girls want old makeup and baby dolls. MY old Barbie furniture sold. This stuff is 30 years old and people just snapped it up. I sold a set of dishes. A piece of 4 ft long coax cable sold. The infamous Barry Manilow cassette tape, all my wicker baskets, jewelery, pots and pans, a pellet shotgun style gun-- all sorts of things sold.
I love watching people go to rummage sales. There are those who walk through quickly, obviously looking for something specific. There are the browsers. There are those people who are the rummage salers who are out for blood- they come early, have the newspaper Bible in hand, will negotiate on the first day, demand sacks and always have small bills and change. There are the women who come in a group and it's obviously just something to do while they socialize. There are those Indecisive rummage salers who pick it up and put it down and have to carry something around and touch it all, before making a bit purchase. (I would hate to see these people in a "real" store if trying to decide to spend a quarter for a picture fram still in it's store wrapping is a tough choice) There was a little old man who was trying to get me to lower prices on everything and then trying to shame me for no budging. Take the cool for example. it was an igloo cooler, on wheels, with a pull handle and a carry handle. It's in perfect condition- no dents, mildew, mold, no anything. We just have about 194 coolers so we sold this one. For $3. It looked practically new- hell it might've only been used once after an unplanned visit to Sam's Club and lots of cold things were bought and needed protection- that's how we seem to acquire lots of our coolers around here. Anyway, this guy wanted to know if I would take a buck. Hello, buddy, this is a rummage sale I realize, but you're already getting a$10 cooler for $3 and it looks like new so back off.
We did the rummage sale for 2 days and yesterday was furniture day. We sold it all and we sold it early. I could've sold my book case 10 times over and the wicker patio furniture at least that. Not one soul said a word about it today, thank the goddess since it was sold, but! All day yesterday people would show up, look around and ask "did you sell the wicker?" Well, do you see it anywhere? Duh- it's gone and then they would try and peer into the back yard or garage to see if there was more, like I would lie? At one point one woman was pointing at everything in Daddy-O's yard, wanting to know if it was for sale- hell, I could've sold her the whole house, I think.
So the sale is over. Whew. I'm glad I did it, though. And now I can clean the garage and call it a day. Well, maybe I'll call it a day tomorrow. Or Tuesday. Or sometimes next week. But I have to get it done by next Saturday since a small town a few miles over is having a town wide sale. I need to find room to put more, er, ah, my stuff...!
Rummaging around,
Maggie
Friday, June 12, 2009
Mac is right in a "wrong" way
I was going to write a big disclaimer about a words Mac used today prior to telling the following story but you know what? Instead I'm going to hope readers know by now, as an educator, certain words are never used in my vocab, that teen boys are just teen boys, and that Mac is actually a nice, polite kind kid, even when he sometimes gets lippy. So that's your preface and if offends... then I apologize. (I'm having a Denis Leary sick of apologizing for everything even when the funny is wrong, but still funny or ironic...)
I had the first day of the World's Largest Rummage sale today, which actually went rather well. Mac, for $20, agreed to get up at 6:30 am to help me haul tables, set out stuff, carry heavy furniture, clean, wipe stuff, and just generally do all the crappy work to help Curley and me out. And he did it with a smile, a sense of humor, and with enthusiasm and without complaint.
As he's carrying out a table he looks down and sees a cassette tape of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits, marked for 50 cents. Mac, who respects all music but LOVES LOVES LOVES classic rock and true blues, says I should have to pay someone 50 cents to take it or $50 even, instead of the reverse. He also said only weirdos or gay guys or "retards" would buy Barry Manilow and I should just throw it in the trash. I gave him a dirty look about his language, he said, "sorry, just kidding." But we laughed and we joked and went on.
The sale starts and Mac goes in the house.
A lady and her son show up. I have no idea what the lady buys but the boy gets the cassette tape.
Later, Mac asked me if the Barry Manilow tape sold and I said yeah. I waited for it and then decided to tell Mac before letting him put his foot and mouth- I told him a mother bought it for her teenage son- Mac's mouth opens, ready to spout some witty sarcastic teenage axiom and I rush ahead and tell him that the teenage boy was severely mentally handicapped.
Dead silence.
Mac didn't crack a smile or say a word. But I know what he was thinking... because that boy knows better than to ever say "I told you so."
Trying to raise a politically correct teenager in a politically incorrect world,
Maggie
I had the first day of the World's Largest Rummage sale today, which actually went rather well. Mac, for $20, agreed to get up at 6:30 am to help me haul tables, set out stuff, carry heavy furniture, clean, wipe stuff, and just generally do all the crappy work to help Curley and me out. And he did it with a smile, a sense of humor, and with enthusiasm and without complaint.
As he's carrying out a table he looks down and sees a cassette tape of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits, marked for 50 cents. Mac, who respects all music but LOVES LOVES LOVES classic rock and true blues, says I should have to pay someone 50 cents to take it or $50 even, instead of the reverse. He also said only weirdos or gay guys or "retards" would buy Barry Manilow and I should just throw it in the trash. I gave him a dirty look about his language, he said, "sorry, just kidding." But we laughed and we joked and went on.
The sale starts and Mac goes in the house.
A lady and her son show up. I have no idea what the lady buys but the boy gets the cassette tape.
Later, Mac asked me if the Barry Manilow tape sold and I said yeah. I waited for it and then decided to tell Mac before letting him put his foot and mouth- I told him a mother bought it for her teenage son- Mac's mouth opens, ready to spout some witty sarcastic teenage axiom and I rush ahead and tell him that the teenage boy was severely mentally handicapped.
Dead silence.
Mac didn't crack a smile or say a word. But I know what he was thinking... because that boy knows better than to ever say "I told you so."
Trying to raise a politically correct teenager in a politically incorrect world,
Maggie
Thursday, May 7, 2009
My own version of 'characters welcome'
I've decided to sell my furniture. I'm a nomad and nomads don't own furniture, right? And I'm poor and broke and need the money, right?
So I put an ad in the paper to advertise my sofa, Lazy Boy, a small bookcase, an antique cabinet, bedroom suite with queen mattress and box springs, a pie cabinet, and a 3 piece dining room set. The ad ran this morning in our small town local paper today for the first time.
By tonight, everything is sold except for the bedroom furniture... but at what cost to me?
The first woman who called and showed up (when I gave her my address) told me all about how she needed to find a couch and chair for her soon to be ex husband- she referred to him as "Daddy"- who couldn't keep it in his pants. (I do not know why she told me this, or why she was trying to set up housekeeping for her soon to be ex. She is a hillbilly and is getting di-vorced in her 50s so.... who knows?) And she babysits for her granddaughter who rips things up and who's mom "isn't right in the head." She called her other daughter to come over and look at the rest of the stuff
She bought the pie cabinet.
The daughter arrives with her 2 kids, one who is Autistic and doesn't walk or talk yet and is almost 5 years old while her other boy is 3 and far surpasses his brother, other than his fetish for shoes. She was going to buy the couch and chair for her ex husband, because you see, they dated for 2 years, married for 14 years and separated for 2 years, because he was having mental issues. She loves him but with their son he was too hard to handle when he has an "episode". He doesn't have a dining table or chairs or a couch but she wasn't sure if she should buy it until she talked to him.
She bought a bookcase.
I'm leaving the house when a guy saunters up and asks me if I had furniture. Turns out he's the ex- husband of the first lady. He's found God (wonder if that was before or after he couldn't keep it in his pants?) and wanted to know if I too have found God and I told him we just don't want to go there. He wanted to know if I was from "up north here" or if I was a Hillbilly, too. I told him I was born and raised here in Civilization but my mom's folks were Hillbillies. So I guess that made me okay. He wanted to know if I could bake biscuits and, as a matter of fact I can, using my great grandmother's recipe to boot, and then he proceeded to tell me how to make perfect sausage gravy.
He bought the Lazy Boy recliner, the sofa and dining set.
Two women showed up to look at the bedroom furniture. Madge's son was in the Navy for 27 years and worked at the post office. Madge's husband said he would divorce her if she came home with any more stuff and she tried to buy the lawnmower my dad uses each week! She knew my mom, come to find out, and feels soooooo bad about her "passing". She also cleans my Grandmother Shrew's church. Her friend Penny was along and Penny hates thunderstorms. She wanted to buy pots and pans since she didn't think her kids would buy them for her for Mother's Day.
She bought the antique cabinet and a random lamp I had sitting around.
Now, I have no IDEA why people tell me this shit. I smile and nod politely and answer their questions about my stuff which leads to these stories... I had no idea that selling furniture would be so... involved. I feel like I should put these people on my Christmas card list.
There was a couple who called that wanted the couch but it was already sold, but I was curious what their stories would be!
And my ad is running 2 more days.... wonder who else will crawl out of the woodwork?
Hey, at least I got a gravy recipe out of it!
Maggie
So I put an ad in the paper to advertise my sofa, Lazy Boy, a small bookcase, an antique cabinet, bedroom suite with queen mattress and box springs, a pie cabinet, and a 3 piece dining room set. The ad ran this morning in our small town local paper today for the first time.
By tonight, everything is sold except for the bedroom furniture... but at what cost to me?
The first woman who called and showed up (when I gave her my address) told me all about how she needed to find a couch and chair for her soon to be ex husband- she referred to him as "Daddy"- who couldn't keep it in his pants. (I do not know why she told me this, or why she was trying to set up housekeeping for her soon to be ex. She is a hillbilly and is getting di-vorced in her 50s so.... who knows?) And she babysits for her granddaughter who rips things up and who's mom "isn't right in the head." She called her other daughter to come over and look at the rest of the stuff
She bought the pie cabinet.
The daughter arrives with her 2 kids, one who is Autistic and doesn't walk or talk yet and is almost 5 years old while her other boy is 3 and far surpasses his brother, other than his fetish for shoes. She was going to buy the couch and chair for her ex husband, because you see, they dated for 2 years, married for 14 years and separated for 2 years, because he was having mental issues. She loves him but with their son he was too hard to handle when he has an "episode". He doesn't have a dining table or chairs or a couch but she wasn't sure if she should buy it until she talked to him.
She bought a bookcase.
I'm leaving the house when a guy saunters up and asks me if I had furniture. Turns out he's the ex- husband of the first lady. He's found God (wonder if that was before or after he couldn't keep it in his pants?) and wanted to know if I too have found God and I told him we just don't want to go there. He wanted to know if I was from "up north here" or if I was a Hillbilly, too. I told him I was born and raised here in Civilization but my mom's folks were Hillbillies. So I guess that made me okay. He wanted to know if I could bake biscuits and, as a matter of fact I can, using my great grandmother's recipe to boot, and then he proceeded to tell me how to make perfect sausage gravy.
He bought the Lazy Boy recliner, the sofa and dining set.
Two women showed up to look at the bedroom furniture. Madge's son was in the Navy for 27 years and worked at the post office. Madge's husband said he would divorce her if she came home with any more stuff and she tried to buy the lawnmower my dad uses each week! She knew my mom, come to find out, and feels soooooo bad about her "passing". She also cleans my Grandmother Shrew's church. Her friend Penny was along and Penny hates thunderstorms. She wanted to buy pots and pans since she didn't think her kids would buy them for her for Mother's Day.
She bought the antique cabinet and a random lamp I had sitting around.
Now, I have no IDEA why people tell me this shit. I smile and nod politely and answer their questions about my stuff which leads to these stories... I had no idea that selling furniture would be so... involved. I feel like I should put these people on my Christmas card list.
There was a couple who called that wanted the couch but it was already sold, but I was curious what their stories would be!
And my ad is running 2 more days.... wonder who else will crawl out of the woodwork?
Hey, at least I got a gravy recipe out of it!
Maggie
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Weekend wrap up- aka: "I have muscles in my butt, and they hurt!"
Back in December 2005 the following happened:
The coffeehouse chain I worked for laid me off because they were going under + the house I was living in needed to be vacated ASAP due to rodents = me putting everything I own in a "U Store It" facility. And I moved home with my parents.
This was supposed to be a temporary thing. And it could've been if I didn't get a wild hair and decide to move to the Wild West. I found a job in northern Civilization pretty quickly, by the end of February. But I needed to save money for deposits and rent and utility hook ups before I moved up there so I stayed with my folks and commuted. Then, for those of you who've known me since I started blogging around this time, you might remember that I was thinking of quitting the new job and moving to Alaska with my then AlaskaSam but that fell through. Then I said to hell with it, quit the new job and moved to the Wild West.
When I moved West I only took what would fit in my car because, I reckoned, if I didn't like living there, then I would've have double moving expenses: there and back. So my stuff stayed in storage. And I stayed in the Wild West for 2.5 years. And occasionally I would ask Daddy-O to mail me something and he would trek to the building and get it and mail it. I was never sure if I wanted to stay in the Wild West so I never brought my stuff out- talk about commitment issues!
So now I'm back and living again with my dad and my stuff has been in storage all this time. And this weekend was beautiful and Curley and her hubby had a free weekend so we grabbed their flatbed trailer and their suburban and Daddy-O's car and we spent all day unloading my storage building so I could stop paying rental fees. And we hauled it about 50 miles home and unloaded it all into Daddy-O's garage. It took 2 trips. I have a LOT of stuff... LOTS. I had furnished a 2 bedroom condo prior to storing it all so you can imagine the vast quantity of crap I had sitting in there, in boxes.
Now it's all sitting in the garage.
Now it's all sitting in the garage with all the crap I brought home in my U-Haul (remember the Redneck Movin' Incident?) when I moved back here that's also been sitting in my Daddy-O's garage. Oh. My. Goddess.... I wish to reiterate that I have LOTS of crap!
And I'm preparing for the World's Largest Rummage Sale. I'm going through every box and making "keep it, toss it or rummage sale it" piles. After we moved stuff on Saturday I worked for another 3 hours, to start the sorting process. And if you want to buy it, I have it to sell: craft supplies, bedding, tablecloths and place mats, 10 place settings of Tea rose patterned Pfaltzcraft and a ton of matching pieces, everything for the kitchen, a bedroom suite, living room furniture, baby clothes, women's clothes, Christmas decorations, knick- knacks, picture frames, toys, games... if there was a person who wanted to furnish a house and didn't mind nice used stuff, then this would be the place because I'm getting rid of just about darn near everything.
I'm a nomad.
So Sunday morning I get up and my whole body hurt. I didn't realize that was so beyond out of shape. I have muscles in my butt that hurt and I have no earthly clue what I did that would make my butt hurt. And my right shoulder. I ache.
Now I thought I could stay home today and work in the garage since I'm shooting for memorial day weekend at the world's largest rummage sale. But Curley and I had made plans to see a movie and have lunch. So off we went!
After lunch we arrive at the movie theater to be met in the parking lot by the entire theater staff. Apparently the theater was without power. The electric company told them it could be an easy fix and they could show the second set of matinees or it would be a tough fix and be off all day. If we waited to see if the second matinee would be shown, we had 3 hours to kill. Or we could drive the 40 minutes to the next town over and still make the same movie. So we did do the drive so we could see the flick.
We saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past which was cute and funny, and occasionally made fun of itself. Matt McConaughey isn't bad on the eyes, either. And Jennifer Garner is fun to watch. and I think I've Connor Mead (McConaughey's character) feels the same way I do about love- well, until the end. And you can read my review of it here!
And now here I am. Tired and still with sore butt muscles- mostly on the right side, too... what's up with that? Anyway, and I'm ready to tackle the garage and my wonderful world of crap.
Hope ya'll had great weekends too! I'll be stopping by to catch up on my blog reading over the next few days!
Did I mention my knees hurt, too?
Mags
The coffeehouse chain I worked for laid me off because they were going under + the house I was living in needed to be vacated ASAP due to rodents = me putting everything I own in a "U Store It" facility. And I moved home with my parents.
This was supposed to be a temporary thing. And it could've been if I didn't get a wild hair and decide to move to the Wild West. I found a job in northern Civilization pretty quickly, by the end of February. But I needed to save money for deposits and rent and utility hook ups before I moved up there so I stayed with my folks and commuted. Then, for those of you who've known me since I started blogging around this time, you might remember that I was thinking of quitting the new job and moving to Alaska with my then AlaskaSam but that fell through. Then I said to hell with it, quit the new job and moved to the Wild West.
When I moved West I only took what would fit in my car because, I reckoned, if I didn't like living there, then I would've have double moving expenses: there and back. So my stuff stayed in storage. And I stayed in the Wild West for 2.5 years. And occasionally I would ask Daddy-O to mail me something and he would trek to the building and get it and mail it. I was never sure if I wanted to stay in the Wild West so I never brought my stuff out- talk about commitment issues!
So now I'm back and living again with my dad and my stuff has been in storage all this time. And this weekend was beautiful and Curley and her hubby had a free weekend so we grabbed their flatbed trailer and their suburban and Daddy-O's car and we spent all day unloading my storage building so I could stop paying rental fees. And we hauled it about 50 miles home and unloaded it all into Daddy-O's garage. It took 2 trips. I have a LOT of stuff... LOTS. I had furnished a 2 bedroom condo prior to storing it all so you can imagine the vast quantity of crap I had sitting in there, in boxes.
Now it's all sitting in the garage.
Now it's all sitting in the garage with all the crap I brought home in my U-Haul (remember the Redneck Movin' Incident?) when I moved back here that's also been sitting in my Daddy-O's garage. Oh. My. Goddess.... I wish to reiterate that I have LOTS of crap!
And I'm preparing for the World's Largest Rummage Sale. I'm going through every box and making "keep it, toss it or rummage sale it" piles. After we moved stuff on Saturday I worked for another 3 hours, to start the sorting process. And if you want to buy it, I have it to sell: craft supplies, bedding, tablecloths and place mats, 10 place settings of Tea rose patterned Pfaltzcraft and a ton of matching pieces, everything for the kitchen, a bedroom suite, living room furniture, baby clothes, women's clothes, Christmas decorations, knick- knacks, picture frames, toys, games... if there was a person who wanted to furnish a house and didn't mind nice used stuff, then this would be the place because I'm getting rid of just about darn near everything.
I'm a nomad.
So Sunday morning I get up and my whole body hurt. I didn't realize that was so beyond out of shape. I have muscles in my butt that hurt and I have no earthly clue what I did that would make my butt hurt. And my right shoulder. I ache.
Now I thought I could stay home today and work in the garage since I'm shooting for memorial day weekend at the world's largest rummage sale. But Curley and I had made plans to see a movie and have lunch. So off we went!
After lunch we arrive at the movie theater to be met in the parking lot by the entire theater staff. Apparently the theater was without power. The electric company told them it could be an easy fix and they could show the second set of matinees or it would be a tough fix and be off all day. If we waited to see if the second matinee would be shown, we had 3 hours to kill. Or we could drive the 40 minutes to the next town over and still make the same movie. So we did do the drive so we could see the flick.
We saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past which was cute and funny, and occasionally made fun of itself. Matt McConaughey isn't bad on the eyes, either. And Jennifer Garner is fun to watch. and I think I've Connor Mead (McConaughey's character) feels the same way I do about love- well, until the end. And you can read my review of it here!
And now here I am. Tired and still with sore butt muscles- mostly on the right side, too... what's up with that? Anyway, and I'm ready to tackle the garage and my wonderful world of crap.
Hope ya'll had great weekends too! I'll be stopping by to catch up on my blog reading over the next few days!
Did I mention my knees hurt, too?
Mags
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