Yes, I am an addict.
I have a problem.
The first step in curing addiction is admitting you have a problem, and I do, but the second step is wanting to do something about it. I guess I haven’t hit rock-bottom yet.
I am a craigslist addict. Not just a craigslist addict, but the craigslist FREE PAGES addict! I check what is being given away in San Diego every morning before even checking my email, or what is going on in world news. And often, I find if I really, really want something, it will show up on craigslist eventually!
Yes, some of the things are shabby, and none of the things are new, but my frugal self LOVES to get good stuff for free!
In the past few days, I have received a bunch of plants, some lovely plant stands, an electric Jeep kids-car for Noah, (which admittedly is shabby, but does HE care??? NO!) and my baby… this awesome potting bench! Now I can putter and feel like a real gardener, while I turn this black thumb green!
I have also gotten our entertainment center, a futon, our queen bed pillowtop mattress, our office storage cabinet, a television, a really cool bookshelf, toy storage bins, ceramic planting pots...
Yes, I have a problem. No, I am not ready to do anything about it! More! I want MORE!
I want a beaten but still nice wicker patio set so that I don’t have to worry about the rain and sun breaking it down, or throwing it away when we move. I want more plants to “green up” my courtyard. And I want a groovy rug and a purple lava lamp to finish up the funkification of my son’s bedroom, which I plan on surprising him with: a splendiforously purple bedroom for under 100 dollars!
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I gotta go… its time to reload my craigslist page to see what got added in the last ten minutes…
Wooot!!!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Hello, My name is Karen, and I am an addict…
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3 comments:
At least your addiction doesn't cost anything. How did you ever get so frugal? You sure didn't learn it from me!!
I don't know... I do remember when I was young that when David and I both got something good like a candy bar, he would eat it up and I would eat about a third of it, and wrap the rest up. Then I would feel all superior because I had a candy bar and he didn't!
You must be reincarnated from someone who lived in the depression.
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