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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

What a Steal!

Warning!  This is going to be a rant. 
I have a boat that we brought with us when we moved from Florida.  I bought the boat for the hubster because it was what he really wanted even though he had another boat at the time.  The man has been quite spoiled by me because not only did I buy him a boat, I bought him a dirt bike because he really, really wanted it and I wanted him to be happy. 
So, after we move to Illinois and I had Jackie, I did not have any interest in going on the boat.  I didn't let that stop the hubster from enjoying the boat.   But, in recent years, we have paid more for the insurance than we have paid in gas.  In other words, the boat has been in water perhaps a total of 10 times within the last 3 years.  I have been wanting to sell the boat.  In fact, we put the boat up for sale a couple of years ago and got a couple of responses.  Unfortunately, being the type of person the hubster is, he didn't want to continue to deal with the old man who continued to call and ask more questions about the boat.  Instead of letting me deal with it, the hubster just took the boat off the market and there it sat.  And sat.
 Finally, this week the hubster brought the boat home, cleaned it up, and asked me to put it up for sale. We discussed a price.  He suggested a price about $1000 less than the entire package was worth.  I told him no and that I would compromise and list it for between what he wanted to list it for and what it was worth.  So, I listed it on Craigslist and immediately got more than 20 responses.  I responded to the first person and after the 2nd response and not hearing back from him, I went on to the 2nd person.  This person came to look at the boat early this evening.  The hubster came home and we discussed what to do if there was negotiation.  We settled on giving other people a chance to offer what we listed the boat for and go with the best offer.  Gee, there were a lot of people interested in the boat.  Perhaps it was because I already had it listed fairly cheaply.  Okay, so the hubster agreed that we would go with the best offer after giving other responders a chance to look at it.  Well, after some time outside with the man who came to look at it, the hubster came in and stated that he sold the boat for $1600.  $1600!!  At least $1000 below what the entire deal was worth.  I am beyond angry as we had explicitly discussed how we were going to handle negotiations.   This is just one reason I get so frustrated and upset.  The man has severe ADD and refuses to do anything about it. 
So, the next thing up for sale is my SUV.  It is a 2002 Toyota 4-Runner and it just turned 100,000 miles.  It's been a great vehicle but with the boat being sold, it is no longer needed.  So, who wants to steal this deal?  I'm sure the hubster will be glad to give somebody the opportunity of the deal of their lifetime. 

Monday, May 28, 2012

RIP Baby Bird

Jackie and Ben received another life and death lesson today.  We have a nest that is attached to the side of our small porch.  Every Spring and Summer, what appears to be barn swallows take up residence and lay eggs.  This is something I enjoy watching although the hubster is less than thrilled, mostly for all the bird crap that lands on the porch. 
This Spring is no exception.  However, this time the parent birds have been a little more vocal and more protective of the nest.  We pretty much have to take cover anytime we want to go out our front door.  The other day when the parents took a break from the nest, I grabbed a mirror so I can see how many babies were in the nest.  I was surprised to see more than 4 babies as in the past, there was normally no more than 3 eggs or babies at one time.  The nest was  packed to the brim. Literally. 

Today, just a little while ago, the kids came running in to tell me that a baby bird was on the ground.  I ran outside and right there on the sidewalk was indeed a baby bird.  Using a paper towel, I immediately picked it up to check for any sign of life.  Unfortunately, this was the end for this baby.  During this, the kids were watching and started asking questions.  Jackie asked what happened to the him.  I didn't have an answer for her except that perhaps the wind somehow knocked him out of the nest.  He was clearly too young to even try to fly the coop. 
So, I carefully wrapped the baby up in the paper towel and walked into the garage to get a shovel.  As the hubster will tell you, I am goofy and I cannot just toss a dead animal away (well, creepy crawlies are exempted).  As I was trying to find a place that was soft enough for me to dig into, Jackie asked me if I checked to see if there was ANY kind of movement.  I could hear the concern in her voice and when I looked down at her, she had tears in eyes.  Aww, my baby girl has such a compassionate heart.  I reassured her that, yes, this baby was no longer alive.  She asked where he went so I just told her that he went to heaven.  I embraced Jackie as she buried her face into me.  My mommy heart ached for her and in fact, I nearly shed tears myself.  I just love my girl so much and I sure do hope she will continue to have such a tender heart for not only animals but for people, too. 

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Future Hoarder?

Yikes.  After being sick most of the week, this morning I finally felt enough energy to clean and get things back in order.  And that included my childrens' rooms, which have been in a perpetual state of confusion pigsty for at least a couple of weeks.
The first rooms I decided to concentrate on this morning were the kids' rooms.  I promised a small allowance if they can put toys away in the proper place, put books back on the bookshelf, put their dirty clothes down the laundry chute, and make their beds.  This started around 9:00 this morning.  After the kids kept poking around and goofing off during that first half hour and then the threat of no money to spend, Ben finally went to work.  And he did a pretty darn good job.  I just needed to do a few adjustments but he worked without complaint.  And it took him less than an hour.
Jackie is a completely different story.  Every time I checked on her, she was still poking along and stopping along her slothful journey to poke along some more.  As I started to hang the clean clothes, the idea struck that I should probably go through the closet for treasures to give away.  You know, outgrown clothes and toys.  But... what I discovered in the abyss of this closet just makes me wonder if I need to bring on the early intervention and run with Jackie to the nearest mental health professional.  Just think TLC's show "Hoarders".  I found candy wrappers, that plastic wrapping that is used to seal new toys and games, broken pieces of toys that I THREW AWAY months ago, among other items that do not belong in bedrooms.  I'm actually a bit embarrassed to give a true description of what this closet held.  Gah! I'm a little quite a bit worried about this child of mine.  Here is an example of her argument with me:
Me: Throw this wrapper away.
J: Why?
M: Because it's trash, that's why.
J: Okay.
A few moments later, after I tossed more trash out of Jackie's abyss of a closet, I discovered that dang wrapper in Jackie's "keep" pile.  Hmm.
Me:  I told you to throw that wrapper away.
J: Why?
Me:  Because it's trash!!!!!!
J: But I was going to use it for something.
Argghhh.  What the heck is she going to use a King Size Rice Krispy treat wrapper for?  Anybody?

After I made sure this said wrapper was buried at the bottom of the trash pile, I went back to work and vacuumed the closet.  And now here we are, 3 1/2 hours later and a few crying fits later, I finally got the closet conquered and Jackie is still working on cleaning her room poking around in her room.  And she wants an allowance.  I'm thinking that I might just be pokey about that.