All posts for the month February, 2014

Craigslist. Seriously, People. Get A Grip.

Published February 25, 2014 by mindfulofchatter


I often peruse Craigslist, or CL, in search of things I may need, want, and for general amusement. Since I am now in relationship, I no longer look at the personal ads. Thank goodness. But I do look the ‘merchandise’, such as it is. Now I have little to no issue with what is being sold. Just how it is being sold.

Seriously. You guys selling your crap, er…………, stuff need to get a grip.

1) Take a good photo. One in focus is preferred. And for crying out loud, rotate your blankity-blank photo so the item you are selling is upright, not sideways! We are not Emoticon Man. Our heads are not tilted over to one side. Oh, and if you are selling something like, let’s say a car, a photo of the whole car is super neat to see. Not just the hood and the boot with maybe a door thrown is for good measure. And you can e-mail me a photo, you certainly can put one in your ad.

2) ‘Shabby chic’ does NOT equal worth. I don’t give a rip how chic or shabby it maybe. The beat up little nightstand/side table doo-hickey isn’t magically worth $95 because you stuck the label ‘Shabby Chic’ on it.

3) If you paint the antique dresser/sideboard/chair/buffet/table (etc.) you have just ruined its worth as an antique. It is not longer worth $450. I’ll give you maybe $25 for it, because now I have strip all the paint off and refinish it. I know. I know. That also brings the value down, but not near as much as a coat of Dutch Boy.

4) Your crap is not made of gold. No, it isn’t. That dresser from the 70’s is not going to sell for $250. Dude, it’s ugly. It’s heavy. It’s not an antique. It may be vintage, but it’s still one ugly mo-fo. Painting it pink and adding contact paper or a decal isn’t going to help it. Not even a little bit. Listing it at $250 isn’t going to get it out of your house. Continuing to list for $250 for the next 3 months isn’t going to make it magically more attractive. Price your stuff reasonably. If it ain’t selling, you are asking too much. I mean, duh. Take the hint. And putting $1 in the headline when you are asking more than $1 for your item, is illegal. Yup, really.

5) Stop listing your stuff in every available category. Purses are not jewelry. Nor are they baby items. Not only are you NOT supposed to do that, it is annoying to see the same ferking ad 20 times. Pick the proper category, list your stuff there. If we want it, we will find you. We are unstoppable.

6) Take your ad down once you sell/give away your stuff. Yeah, CL will dump it after a while, but in the meantime, we are all looking that neat little goody you had for sale and getting pissed because you don’t answer our inquiries. Oh, and on that subject; answer your mail/text/voicemail/whatever. I don’t give a rip how many people call, text or write you. You put the ad up, so grow a pair and be prepared to answer all the inquires. See, if you take your ad down once the item is gone, we won’t be bugging you about it for the next year or so.

Craigslist can fun. You can find a lot of neat stuff there. Some people buy/sell/trade or do flips (one of my friends did some rather impressive furniture flips a couple of summers ago). But it only take a few arseholes to make CL a miserable place to ‘shop’.

So don’t be that arsehole. Write a good ad. Take a nice photo. Ask a real and reasonable price. Don’t place 25 ads for the same item. Answer all the inquires. Take your ad down as soon as your item sells.

Your crap will be gone, and you will a little richer in no time flat.

And The World Shifts Again – Moving Forward

Published February 21, 2014 by mindfulofchatter

I know. I know! It’s been a while since I posted anything. The holidays have come and gone. Valentines Day has come and gone. Where the heck was I with my snarky comments and sage advice??


The lease on my small, but tiny, apartment was up in December. The management being johnny-on-the-spot as always didn’t take notice of that fact until January. Lucky me! But now I had to re-qualify and re-up the lease. Or pay more in rent. I had no intention of spending another year living there if I could help it, let alone paying more in rent.

My apartment dwelling comrades were not the best examples of the human race. I have told you of the peanut butter bunny stomped into the carpet in front of the mailboxes. The neighbours who think 2 AM on a week night is grand time to play some dumb-arse video game on full volume. And Body Bag Boy (who moved before the holidays) and his incessant yelling and rule breaking habits. Yup. Just the folks I want to share walls with.

Another year there was not high on my list of things to do. So now what?

I broached  the subject of moving in together to Luke. I did on a Friday and that gave him the weekend to think it over. On my end, it is always ‘What the heck. You never know until you ask!’ I let him think about it without bringing it up over and over. This is a big relationship move. You don’t just do it on a whim. Well, okay. You usually don’t do it on a whim. Some of us ‘whim’ more than others.

Luke said yes. We may as well give it a shot. I was living at his place pretty much all through the holidays, then staying over every weekend. What’s four extra days of staying over? And we both could use the financial hand.

So I am moved in. Pretty much moved in, anyway. We have to close the apartment this weekend, but most everything is here rather than there. We have cleaned out, sorted through, thrown away, organized and painted our socks off. Luke has been a champ. This a lot of change for him all at once. His last child (16-year-old young man) living at home has also been a champ. The two bachelor boys have had their world turned upside down, inside out and sideways. And they still let me come home at night. Wow.

The four-legged companion is in heaven. She thinks Luke is all that and a bag chips with pie on the side. Not all the dogs are getting on together, so we have to play rotate the dogs. It’s a bit of a pain, but it works.

The holidays were wonderful. This is the first holiday season in years I have been happy and felt wanted and invited (we spent Thanksgiving and Christmas at his folk’s house with ‘the family’).  Valentines found me with a rose and a six-pack of ‘Hello Kitty’ mini cupcakes. And the cupcakes each had a ‘Hello Kitty’ ring on top! Jewelry on our very first Valentines together! WooHoo! Luke, Man-Child and I all went out for dinner the day after Valentines. All in all, it was a very fun day (or two).

So here we are, moving forward and having a grand time. Some may say we have moved too fast, but it seems to a natural move. We mesh together well. I have tons of people (some who know I am not married) assume we are married, and often ask how my husband is. Luke and I have given in and let it go. If they want to think we are married, okay.

I guess it’s a sign that we ‘go together’ well.