Craigslist is the new Garage Sale

May 21st, 2007

We have been going crazy listing things for sale on craigslist, and marketplace (via facebook). I have been popndering the different stages of selling things. You have ebay which works for most things, but cost a small fee to sell items - so you want to be sure you are posting things that will sell; you have the new marketplace from facebook which may not be very reliable, but is free so we are giving it a try; finally, there is craigslist - a beautiful site that everyone local uses to sell and buy anything from renting an apartment to textbooks. People post a ton of stuff on craigslist and it seems like it is a lazy man’s garage sale. Post the items and sit back waiting for the first caller to take the item away. I love it.

Though I still feel like it is a significant life moment to have a garage sale…so I might still succomb to that next week or after - but until that point does anyone need a table? Just email and it’s yours.

Three Year Memories

May 19th, 2007

Tim and I are currently wearing shoes we haven’t worn in a long time. If our feet don’t hurt by the end of the day, we can keep the shoes. Otherwise, Goodwill it is.

We are trying to pare down on the items that are going to make the move to the new condo. I am focusing on clothing right now. I have noticed that things I am ready to get rid of are things that I decided to keep three years ago due to sentimental connections - and now suddenly I am ready to divulge myself of them. I find it strange that three years ago I couldn’t part with it and now I don’t feel any ties to it.

On the other hand, Tim and I were reminising about an old pair of green and white checkered bell bottoms I used to wear sophomore year at Bethel and how I never should have gotten rid of them. I gave them away when I lived in MT in 2002 (exactly three years after my year of wearing them) and now, 2007 I wish I still had them. What have I learned? Nothing. I am still going to get rid of those pieces of clothing that have been cluttering my closet because I don’t want to pack them. Three years from now, maybe I will feel differenly.

Summer Blues

May 6th, 2007

I have been sad to realize my summer break is not the wonderful 3 month break of my childhood, but a month and a half break. As a counselor, I have to stay 5 days after the school year and start five days early - check off two weeks; our school has to make up for every snow day we took off from the winter - check off four days; I will most likely be putting in at least 5 days for curriculum writing - and there goes one more week. For those keeping track, I just lost a whole month. My first official day of vacation won’t begin until the first week of July. I miss being in Montana where school ends May 30th.

I know people who have full year jobs have probably stopped reading my complaints thinking in disgust that I should be happy with any break I get…but having such a strong association with summer break from childhood and college days, it is hard to say summer break and only get to enjoy half of it. Where is the joy in that?!