Another Craigslist find...

Speaking of furniture shopping on Craigslist... have any of you viewed something you previously owned that someone else is now selling? How about the couch you and your spouse made... from particle board and the old cushions of a free sofa? This is actually the second time I've seen this. Haha, they dropped the price.

Craigslist & Roller Derby Girl Boyfriend

I was gchatting with my friend Bri the other day about Craigslist. She is currently living with her hubster and new peanut for the summer in Chicago and has a really great summer project: Rental Redesign. (Apartment makeover on a $200 budget) You should take a peak at her blog. It involves a lot of Craigslist perusing, deal finding and well, redesigning. I have also been stalking the local online ads getting ready for our latest move to a pet friendly place only a few blocks away. So, instead of discussing the finer points of Craigslist we found ourselves lamenting the apparent lack of common sense some exhibit whilst posting something on the internet. She had found one that read, "Selling Cheap Stuff... won't last long!" While looking for that really great find there's a lot of weeding out that takes place. Weeding is mostly monotonous but at other times richly rewarding when you encounter an ad like this one: (treat yourself with the time to read it)


If vintage skates are your fancy click here.

Better Marriage Blanket...

Oh, my heaven. Look what I just found. I love how it is marketed to married folk... "You may be stuck with your spouse for life, but you don't have to be to their gas!"

Check out the selling points:

Completely & Quickly Absorbs The Odor Of Flatulence

* A real solution to a very real problem
* Contains the same type of fabric used by the military to protect against chemical weapons
* Even works on top of bed sheets
* Makes a great wedding or anniversary gift too


BWHA! I can just hear the announcer, "Didn't know your were marrying a weapon of mass destruction?" Or can you imagine giving it as a gift? A nice dinner including "Lovey, lets experience the fresh air... we owe it to our marriage of ___ years," glasses tinkling in a toast.

Enjoy the five dollars off coupon!

Taking lunch to work...

Yes, we are living back in Utah. Well, I never left and Eric is back and no, we are not sad we are no longer going to be living in Boynton Beach. More on that later.

Today I am going to share with you a getting ready for the day conversation with EMP.

EMP: What times are you going to be home today in case someone wants the couch?

Me: 11-2 and after 4:30.

EMP: (yelling as he walks to the kitchen and thinking about lunch...) I'm taking the pasties in to work!

I choked on my milk. Anyone who is from Wisconsin/Michigan knows what a pasty is. The wives of Cornish miners would make these hand held meat/potato/carrot pies for lunch. These tasty little morsels are so good William Shakespeare even wrote about them. In short, I'm from WI and was missing me some pasty from the Dodgeville Bakery. So, I made them for dinner last night:



The punchline translated:



Yet another save by Urban Dictionary and smile brought to you by EMP.

Pansy Parks

It was "chilly" in Florida when I went to visit this last weekend. I have to refrain from using the word "cold" because I still live in Utah and this would be blasphemous and strange and well rather pansy of me. Eric says it all the time... he's a true Floridian. Lessons learned from this last trip:
1. Flying Delta out of Ft Lauderdale on a "very high volume" holiday like President's Day means you should get to the airport two and a half hours before your flight leaves... even if all you have to do is get your boarding pass
2. Don't underestimate public transportation... my airport shuttle, Tri-Rail train, and Boca Raton shuttle was only 30 minutes slower than driving in awful I-95 traffic. I'd take an extra thirty minutes reading on a train than having to be on that road from more than an hour during the day. Much less stress and cost less then the gas to drive.
3. Even this time of year condensation forms on the INSIDE of our windows overnight.
4. Watching well seasoned athletes put their dreams and hours of hard work on the line for tenths of a second/point while eating a bag of Utz sour cream and onion potato chips is a fabulous way to wait out late afternoon thunderstorm.
5. Delray Beach has a garlic festival...
6.

Count down to flush...

So... we've been busy. Busy = half moving to Florida. Half = the Eric part. I'm currently attending my last semester at UVU and then I get to go join him in May. The holidays I wish had been a little more relaxing and restful. Haha, on both Christmas Day and our anniversary Eric was sick. I spent most of my time packing boxes, boxes, boxes. We figured it would be easier to sell as much of our belongings as possible ($12 four drawer dresser from yard sale, oil paints, kitchen cart, etc.) rather than moving it across the country. Just the renting of the U-haul truck would have been over $2000 not including the gas. I moved into a house in Orem, to save money, where I have my own room and get to play with two dogs: Orion and Pumpkin. Instead of living in a two bedroom apartment I now get to put the extra cash from rent towards monthly trips to visit husband, which I did this past weekend. After driving across the country Eric began work last week and is officially a Hydrogeologist..."BACK OFF MAN! I'm a scientist." Meanwhile, I'm banging out a heavy credit load and living like a hermit in my little room. It's all worth it though when I get to have Sundays like this last one where I got to go on a walk with husband in Delray Beach... he says hello. (Blogger wasn't uploading my vid, so until I get that figured out here is the youtube version)

Oh, and also when I get to go through Chicago/O'hare to use this toilet:

the results are in

Howdy. We have some real news this time. First of all it's thanksgiving and we're going to eat this:


Also, we're moving here:

I got a job offer as a hydrogeologist for a groundwater and environmental consulting firm in Boca Raton, Florida where it will be my job to help keep nastys like arsenic and chlorinated solvents out of the water systems. We're both pretty excited. We actually both got to fly down and visit the company and the town last week. Our airplane had to be de-iced when we left Salt Lake City but in Boca, the ocean was about 78 degrees and the birds were singing. Also there were a lot of old people.