Uh...huh.

Anyone who has ever dealt with craigslist knows a couple things:
1. Pay in cash (that's what the website always says in big bold letters under the heading "Avoid Scams")
2. Deal locally (again, under "Avoid Scams")
3. Don't say weird stuff. This makes you sound suspicious and no one wants to do business with you.

I LOVE craigslist and look at it at least once a day, just for kicks. When we were engaged, I looked at it a good 12 times a day. I searched for photographers, caterers, decorations, and TONS of wedding dresses. Now I usually look at furniture and pets, hoping that one of free puppies will melt Jordan's heart enough to let me get it (still working on that...).

Two nights ago, I decided it was probably time to try selling my wedding dress. I put some pictures of it on the post, explained that it needed to be dry cleaned, listed the size could fit anyone between a 4-6, etc. I also asked for $400, thinking that I would end up lowering the price eventually through bargaining. The next day, I got an email from a man that read:

"Hello, it is still for sale?"

I gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe he didn't want to ask any more questions if the dress wasn't for sale anymore. So I responded something like:

"Yes, it is still for sale. If someone would like to come take a look at it, they can see it in the late afternoon or evenings. They are welcome to try it on too, if they wish! Just email me a day that you would like to see it."

And THIS is the response that I got in my email:

"Thank you so much for your mail.I want to purchase your item for my friend as a suprise package as soon as possible before their Engagement/Wedding ceremony which is fast approaching.. She is ok with the size also read your posting and she is really happy to buy it from you .. I will be paying you through a Bank Certified check so that you can have your cash in hand before shipping the dress...I will wait for your bank to confirm and clear the check before we proceed with the shipment to my friend home address in which i will include $100 for the shipment fund via Express Mail Service{EMS OF USPS}to your asking price. I will need your full name and address with your phone number to mail the check to you as soon as possible which will get to you 3-4 days.. Kindly delete the advert of this item if my mode of payment is accepted.."

Then he signed it with his name (which was spelled differently than the name in his email) and an address in Indiana.

Whaaaaaaat? Could this email BE any more sketchy? haha. I read it twice, laughing. Something tells me that this guy has written this type of email many a time. He's just gonna give me $100 for shipping? Awww, how sweet. I guess you have to be generous when you are creating "a supirse package for an Engagement/Wedding Ceremony"...whatever THAT means!

Needless to say, I did not "kindly delete the advert of this item". Instead, I kindly told this guy that I only accept cash and I only deal locally..y'know...like craigslist tells you to do.

Something tells me this guy's brother is a prince in Africa who needs to give you his money ASAP!! I get emails from him. What a nice family!

Friendly Neighbor Chat

Remember those episodes in Home Improvement where Wilson would peek over the fence and offer sound advice to the Taylor family? Well, those days are GONE, my friends!

When we first moved into our apartment, we noticed there was some patchwork done on our bedroom door. We joked that it was from some psycho-double-punch through the wall, and then forgot about it.

Fast forward to this week. I was in our parking lot helping struggling to carry all my groceries when my neighbor and his friend came over and offered to help. (My neighbor is a nice young guy, probably about 19-21. I had only met him once before the parking lot encounter, but I learned that he and his mom used to live in our apartment, but then moved across the hall because that one was bigger. Anyways...) As we were carrying the groceries, my neighbor explained to his friend, "She lives where we used to live." Then he started this friendly conversation:

"Hey, when you moved in, were there holes in your walls?"
"Uh....no. I don't think so. Why, were there holes when YOU lived there?"
"Yeah...there used to be... *slight pause* See, I used to date this girl, an done weekend I invited her over to stay with me. But we got in a HUGE fight and she punched me, so I like, went crazy and started punching through the walls."
".....oh....o-ok..."
"Yeah, there's probably some patches on the bedroom door if you look close. Also on the main door."
"...yeeeah. I think there are, now that you mention it."
*Awkward pause*
Me: "Well, I guess it's...cool to have some history in our apartment! *nervous chuckle*"
"Yeah. I probably shouldn't have said nothin'."

Wow. Something tells me Wilson would have never said that.

And the "Stupid Award" goes to....

ME!

Lately, I have been trying hard to improve my cooking skills...or lack thereof. I've tried a new recipe almost every night since the beginning of June. Some turn out great, most are just OK, and some make me realize my IQ just isn't what it used to be.

Take today, for example.

We had leftover chicken and a chicken carcass (from last night's new recipe attempt). My mom used to always make AMAZING chicken soup by soaking a chicken carcass in water for hours, adding veggies and spices which would result in a great broth. I decided since I was going to be home all day, I would give it a try. I soaked my carcass in water. I added garlic, basil, onions, pepper, and all that fun stuff that makes food look better. I made sure to boil it, then simmer, then stir, then repeat (This was going to be, like, THE broth). After several hours of babysitting my broth, and feeling proud of myself for making my creation for the first time, it was time to drain the broth of the chicken, so I grabbed a strainer and poured all my chickeny goodness into it.....then I realized I forgot to a BOWL under the strainer. ALL of my broth went down the sink. It happened so fast, I didn't even realize that I had done until it was over. I just stared at the crap in the strainer...the only stuff left from my morning of toil.

Well...I guess it's box macaroni and cheese for us tonight.

Fiiiiiiiiinally!!

We fiiiiiiinally got our pictures from our photographer. Check out some of my favorites! (And sorry, there are several kissing ones....)




The rest are in an album on facebook (for real this time!)

Sleeping with Lizards...

So about three minutes ago....

I was in our livingroom on my laptop while Jordan was napping in the bedroom. I heard him slowly stumbling down the hall and started up this conversation:

Jordan: Charity? (his sister's name)

Me: (laughing) Did you just call me Charity?

Jordan: Yeah...I started to, but I ...yeah.

*pause*

Jordan: Um, I wanted to ask you...uh, no. never mind. I think I...I think I'm dreaming. *walks back to the bedroom*

Me: *thinking there's NO WAAAAAY I'm letting him off that easy. This sounds too potentially entertaining* Wait! Jordan! What? What did you want to ask me?

Jordan: I thought I saw lizards in our bed, So I just wanted to ask you why you put lizards in our bed.

uh...huh.

That reminds me of another amusing Jordan slumber anecdote:

This little number happened after we had only been married about 4 days, I believe. I woke up in the middle of the night to a giddy Jordan. He was smiling and giggling, only his eyes were closed. Then he muttered something that sounded like, "heehee theresoundinglalalaROBOTS!" I turned over and asked, "What, Honey?" to which Jordan, still sleeping, turned to me, cupped my ear with his hands and whispered ,"They are talking like robots over there! heehee!"

Sure they are, Jordan. Sure they are.

He claims that I talk in my sleep too, but he has yet to back this up with any evidence, or even slightly amusing stories. He just says, "I can't remember what you say!" Well, maybe it was the lizard talking.