Lindsay's misadventures with getting rid of her stuff.
I've been selling a few things on Ebay in the last couple of weeks. Not much, just some formula coupons and now a pair of boots that I'd first listed in
thetradingpost until Bridget conviced me it would easily sell on Ebay for a good amount. The boots are here. I'm curious to see the bidding action: right now there's one bid, but 12 watchers, and over five days still remaining. I've spent some time aquainting myself again with Paypal and the new Ebay selling options, and I'm hoping to earn enough on Ebay over the next few months so that I can buy a dSLR. I'm not really certain why I need one since I can't even utilize my current camera to its fullest, but I've sort of got a bug up my rear for theOlympus EVOLT system that Costco currently carries. That, or a digital camcorder that records directly to playable DVD format. Ah, one more piece of electronic gadgetry to ignore. But really, the odds of me earning that much money on Ebay? Slim to none.
And speaking of getting rid of things I no longer need, (Oh, ick!*) I gave away my old wetsuit and diving weight today through freecycle (didn't want to bother Ebaying it - the weights would cost too much to ship and the wetsuit is a specialty one for tallish women wearing a large who do cold water diving only. Not too much call for those.). I left it outside on my doorstep clearly labeled in a bag, thus trying to convey the meaning "here, take it and go away." Stupid guy rang the doorbell and then knocked on my door when I didn't answer. And then he emailed me when he got home to thank me for the suit and say he tried knocking so he could thank me in person. Hello, idiot? Are you new to Freecycle? Becuase the point is to give away our old crap to someone else who could use it, not to make friends. If that's your purpose start going to church dances and town hall meetings. Just take the stuff and leave me alone. And especially don't come knocking while I'm still in my jammies with unbrushed hair at noon. Um... yeah...
::sheepish::
* Drew just spit up while nursing. I had to clean off my boob, my shirt, my pants, and his shirt, all the while he was crying because I took away his food. Ew.
thetradingpost until Bridget conviced me it would easily sell on Ebay for a good amount. The boots are here. I'm curious to see the bidding action: right now there's one bid, but 12 watchers, and over five days still remaining. I've spent some time aquainting myself again with Paypal and the new Ebay selling options, and I'm hoping to earn enough on Ebay over the next few months so that I can buy a dSLR. I'm not really certain why I need one since I can't even utilize my current camera to its fullest, but I've sort of got a bug up my rear for theOlympus EVOLT system that Costco currently carries. That, or a digital camcorder that records directly to playable DVD format. Ah, one more piece of electronic gadgetry to ignore. But really, the odds of me earning that much money on Ebay? Slim to none.
And speaking of getting rid of things I no longer need, (Oh, ick!*) I gave away my old wetsuit and diving weight today through freecycle (didn't want to bother Ebaying it - the weights would cost too much to ship and the wetsuit is a specialty one for tallish women wearing a large who do cold water diving only. Not too much call for those.). I left it outside on my doorstep clearly labeled in a bag, thus trying to convey the meaning "here, take it and go away." Stupid guy rang the doorbell and then knocked on my door when I didn't answer. And then he emailed me when he got home to thank me for the suit and say he tried knocking so he could thank me in person. Hello, idiot? Are you new to Freecycle? Becuase the point is to give away our old crap to someone else who could use it, not to make friends. If that's your purpose start going to church dances and town hall meetings. Just take the stuff and leave me alone. And especially don't come knocking while I'm still in my jammies with unbrushed hair at noon. Um... yeah...
::sheepish::
* Drew just spit up while nursing. I had to clean off my boob, my shirt, my pants, and his shirt, all the while he was crying because I took away his food. Ew.