posted on May 3, 2001 09:06:47 AM new
I've not only acquired bad habits, but a bad disease....technically called "Butfirst Disease."
It starts off pretty innocently--I'm just going to check my e-mail...Butfirst...I'll click on my e-bay and see how sales are going...Butfirst...I ought to list that figurine I bought last night...Butfirst it needs washed up...Butfirst I'd better do up the dishes so I have room in the sink...Butfirst I ought to eat a little breakfast...Butfirst I'd better move my e-bay stuff off the counter so I can reach the cereal...Butfirst...I might as well see what's happening on AuctionWatch so I can eat breakfast while I read....Butfirst...
Pretty soon the whole day's gone and not much has been accomplished.
(And, if I keep sitting at this computer without moving once in a while, it'll begin to develop into its second stage--Buttfirst Disease..."
"Hello, my name is Joycel and I have Stage II Buttfirst Disease..."
posted on May 3, 2001 10:07:33 AM new
*LMAO* I feel SOOOO relived with these posts. My hubby has talked me into taking TWO weeks vacation in June. Lucky for me, he wanted me to do Ebay full time, when I quit my previous work. We plan on driving for 2 days ( with PLENTY of fleamarket stopping time alloted) to the coast. The hardest part will be that the cottage doesn't have a phone. One full week of no internet connection. I may have to rethink this trip Then off to spend the second week visiting family and a friend who wants me to sell his stuff. I don't mind. Last time, I got half the profits. Okay, I admit it, the whole trip was planned around Ebay. The one thing not related is the week on the ocean. I wonder how sea shells would do? Time to run a search *L*
*LOL* OH, I forgot to mention. Saturday is our 28th anniversary. How do we plan on spending our romantic time together? Well, We are doing a HUGE Factory employee parking lot sale on friday, followed by all the yard sales we can find ( lunch is optional). An auction that night. The anniversary we have an auction planned to attend. Dinner that night, since we don't have anything else to do. Sunday, He's going to a flea market to try and sell the non-Ebayable items that are filling the place *L*
[ edited by carolann56 on May 3, 2001 10:13 AM ]
posted on May 3, 2001 10:16:49 AM new
packer- A friendly word of warning...
About those sunflower seeds. If you are cracking them and eating them, that's ok, but don't use them like a tobacco chaw. When you put some in your mouth between your cheek and gum and savor the flavor while they get all soft?
I used to do that for a long time and it cost me a tooth! Who knew that repeated exposure to plain old salt could kill off a tooth? But it did.
posted on May 3, 2001 12:25:49 PM newI think the #1 worst habit I've picked up is AuctionWatch.....the family staged an intervention when I told one to many stories where the main characters were: Spaz, Enchanted, Packer and several versions of cats.
Picture this: There I am, minding my own business, telling this funny story (can't remember now what it was) and I said, "That Spaz said yadda, yadda, yadda"
Out of NOWHERE (I swear I'm going to put a bell on that woman's neck one of these days) I get a well placed thump on the back of my head.
Now, it is probably a given that at any given time I deserve a good wack on the back of my head, but I was really taken back!!
After I picked myself off of the floor I was given the, "Don't call people names...you are old enough to know better....I raised you better...." speach.
Seems it never crossed her mind that Spaz was your name and not a discription!
posted on May 3, 2001 03:02:40 PM new
I can relate I have ordered my food before I leave work so it will take me an additional 2-10 minutes to get home, I now leave my computer running all day. I can relate to everyone on her as ut us a special treat to say that we all relate to each other in some fashion but I'm from california and I would love for everyone to represent where they are from.
posted on May 3, 2001 05:21:19 PM new
Do you all realize, that this "conversation" is being held with a bunch of over-weight, pajama clad, unshowered people???... Thank goodness we don't all have to get together in one room!!!
posted on May 3, 2001 07:02:02 PM new
I did not, I repeat, did not do ebay today!
No, not because of this thread and my own confession.
Coincidentally, today was a day my hubby took off from work and we decided to stain the children's wooden playset. We have a severe wasp and yellow jacket problem and I've noticed that the pests never bother the arbor, which is stained. So we figured that by staining the playset, the wasps might leave it alone.
So, it's hot, over 80 degrees, slight
humidity. Sun shining, oh so brightly, with a gentle Southern breeze. We start around 10:00 AM, fresh as the breeze.
I figure we'll be done by mid-afternoon.
HA!!!!!
I'm barefoot (so I don't get stain on my shoes) and the mulch is stabbing my feet. I'm alternately kneeling, standing, laying, any position I need to be in at the time, working away with my 1 1/2 inch paintbrush. Hubby is taking the high spots on a ladder. He's working mostly in the sun, while I'm getting more time in the shade.
By 6:00 PM, we're dying. Trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel...
Then it comes....
Hubby walks out of the garage with...A SPRAYER...I'm too exhausted to do more than wonder where it was 6 hours ago...why we were struggling for 8 hrs. with 2 little paintbrushes that seemed to get tinier as the day wore on. I didn't say a thing.
Finished rather quickly after that!
Went into the shower to clean up. I smelled like stain, had some stain on me, and my feet were black with mulch and dirt. I finished in the shower, looked down, and my toes were still black!
My feet hurt, my arms are sore, I've got red blotches on my legs from the mulch digging in, but somehow I'm finding the strength to type this before I go to bed.
So, I didn't eBay today.
Did I miss it? Somewhat.
But, I did get some exercise, spent more time with the kids (you know, they kept hovering round asking for food and drink while the stain kept dripping down my arm and my daughter sat and read her storybooks to me) and I was too hot to eat much so I just kept taking breaks to get cold liquids in me.
Next project is to order mulch and re-mulch the playset.
posted on May 3, 2001 10:23:31 PM new
80 degrees sounds wonderful! It's been snowing here for the last 24 hours and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. We haven't had snow here in May since the early 60's.<p>As far as letting things go for ebay my obsession has gone the other way. I can't list anything until the house is clean. The kids hate ebay day because I am making them pick things up, do dishes, etc... I have 3 cats and if I don't have everything clean and vacuumed before I drag my ebay stuff out the cat hair gets all over everything.<p>I used to not care less about housework...so I guess the ebay is good for that.<p>Cooking has gone by the wayside though.
Our living room has turned into a store (so bad that my neice saw something she wanted one day and said, "Mommy, can we buy this?"
I tell everyone the merrits of selling on ebay (provided they don't live in my area.)
When buying an enormous amout of toys for resell, and a garage sale owner asks me about my kids, I say "Oh, I like to have stuff for my neice and nephew to play with when they visit". (I bet they think I have one spoiled niece and nephew!)
My Internet start up page is at my auctions so I can watch them with a click of a button.
85% of my computer disks have "ebay photos" written on them.
My mother tells me I'd get married if I dressed nicer (don't want to get married, and how do all these "nice men" she claims I could get know what I wear since I never leave the house.) Isn't a bathrobe the UNIFORM *required* of ebay sellers?
No matter what I mention I picked up at a garage sale, people say "Betchaya'll get a lottamoney for that!"
I wake up and find during the night the ebay fairy has left a stack of magazines from the 1930s on my doorstep. (Not even sure who left them! Mainly educational methods, but some other ones too!)
I have friends and family scouring a two state area for the "perfect box" for odd shaped items.
I tell my guinea pigs they like "helping" me work when I hold them when I can't drag myself away from the computer. (And I know its bad when they love hearing the packing tape rip off the roll.)
