Just Me, Daily LivingApril 30, 2009 8:01 pm

I freecycle.  A little.  When I want to get rid of my worthless stuff I post something.  When I need something and I don’t want to pay for it, I put it out there.  I will occasionally claim something being offered.

But I am not a crazy go nuts freecycler.

And there are a couple of things that really ummm… crack me up about the people that are giving away their garbage.

Here are a few of the choice phrases often used by freecyclers that I find annoying amusing.

"Preference given to whoever can get here sooner."

Now this one is kind of obnoxious to me, and sort of seems unfair, and all freecycle groups are different.  My old group in Utah, said we needed to draw names to pick and couldn’t give it to the first person that responded.  Here in the Rainy Place, no such rules apply.  But I don’t like this phrase because some of us don’t have infinite, drop everything kind of time and an item might be really, really, really useful to someone who can’t get there until Tuesday.

"Come and get this stuff now, because I am tired of looking at it"

Okay, now I have only seen this once, but it just made me chuckle.  Really?  Because you’re some kind of royalty and feel like everyone should come and remove your "treasures"just because you don’t want to look at them anymore?  Get off your bum and haul it somewhere!  (I believe this offer was like a pile of rocks or cement pieces or something)

"Must Take All"

Aka: "Even if you drove thirty minutes to see my crap (that you’ve never seen, because I am too lazy to post pictures of all of it), and you decide there is only one shirt you like out of the box, these are your problem now, because I don’t want to deal with it."  This one is really funny when the box is all random things.

Now, here’s the last thing that bugs me.  And it’s not a statement it’s an attitude of impatience and lack of compassion.  I was supposed to get something from a freecycler once and I didn’t pick it immediately because when I went to get the gal’s address from my email my computer was down.  Two days later I emailed her and she was like, "Well, you weren’t fast enough so I gave it to someone else."  I can see both sides of the story– no one likes being dogged, but I would have at least emailed or called me to see if I still wanted it rather than just give it to the next person…  Anyway…

It’s the sense of entitlement these people seem to have that drives me batty.  It’s like they believe it to be their right to just have someone take away the stuff they are sick of looking at– because a.) they consider their stuff worthless or b.) they are too lazy to sell it on craigslist or c.) they are too lazy to drive it to the donation box.

I believe Freecycle was started to keep things out of landfills, not pass on your junk that you’re too tired to deal with.  And that’s what bugs me, is that not everyone is a believer in that principle.

And that’s it.

Going CrazyApril 19, 2009 11:46 pm

I used to weigh myself frequently.  And exercise.  And mmm.. a lot of things

Now when I weigh myself I want to vomit.  No not like bulimia.  Though maybe…

I think I need to join a gym.  

I guess I could pay for it from the food budget.  LOL.

Meh.

Going CrazyApril 17, 2009 12:58 am

There is not a worse feeling than being unable to find something that you knew exactly where it was for months, because it sat in the same stupid spot, taunting you until you finally moved it somewhere more appropriate given the kind of item that it was. 

Of course now I don’t remember where that special place is located.  And the item is missing…

I feel like my insides are going to explode all over everything if I have to look in the same places I have been looking and not find it one more time.

Yep.  Pretty sure it doesn’t get worse than this.

Going Crazy, Just MeApril 9, 2009 3:32 pm

Call it the web.  Call it the net.  Call it (as I do) the source of all knowledge because in many ways, that is what it is.

What on earth did people do before the internet?

I mean, if I have a question (how long are boiled eggs good for, for example) I immediately go to my dear lappy and google it.  Recipe for Flan?  Internet.  Need to call the school?  Internet.  Shopping for things I have never heard of, but NEED IMMEDIATELY?  Internet.  Sheet music? Internet.  Genealogy?  Internet.  Question about a sick chicken?  Internet.  Obviously the list goes on….

I’m serious though, how did our parents SURVIVE without the plethora of often useless, but sometimes useful knowledge floating around in cyberspace ready at the touch of a button for our personal enlightenment?  I mean, I  guess there was the library?  The newspaper?  The encyclopedia…. The phone book?

Seriously, we are so connected to EVERYTHING with the internet.  Stocks, School, Global.. Everything.  How did we know about this stuff before?

I guess I am mostly asking because I haven’t been able to find a few things on the internet lately.  (Shocking, I know) and now I am at a loss as to where to look.  I don’t want to drive all over the Northwest trying to find the sheet music I want.  And I don’t really know who to call about some of these other things.  And have you ever noticed that some industries keep what should be public internet knowledge, a SECRET FROM THE WEB?  There ARE no SECRETS HERE!  

Anyway.

Love the internet.  Source of all knowledge.

Usually.

pukes and poopsApril 7, 2009 2:52 pm

Wanting to vomit

Not knowing why, not pregnant

Aunt Flo Visiting

Motherhood, Going Crazy, Just MeApril 4, 2009 2:04 am

Every day the pooch grows larger.  My pants get tighter around the mid section.  The pooch grows rounder.    I start wearing more billowy shirts. I squeeze the pooch and cuddle it, thinking lovingly that this would be really cute if I were pregnant.

But seeing as I am most decidedly NOT pregnant, the pooch repulses me.  The pooch is NOT cute.  The pooch only brings me joy when I can squish and squeeze all the skin around it, thus causing Charming to decide to spend his evening elsewhere.

So here I am with a disgusting belly bulge.  A small, but ever expanding poochy-poo.   I have half heartedly tried situps.  Diet is a four letter word.  And when am I ever going to find the motivation time to exercise?

So, if I can’t get rid of the pooch there is only one other option for me.  I must make the pooch cute again.  It must be filled with child.

Yep, this is how seriously I take these kinds of decisions.  Can you imagine?  "Well, Baby Smith, we decided to bring you into this world because Mommy was resigned to the fact her tummy was going to be forever poochy and she wanted to feel cute about it."

I do want another baby though.  And if I am going to have more kids, I should do it while I am still young. 

And it would solve this pooch dilemma….