Freebie

A question that has been on my mind... what is the coolest free thing that you've ever gotten? Not free, like a prize that you won and is supposed to be cool, but random crap that you came across and found useful.

A couple of weeks ago, I ducked into a posh Indian restaurant in downtown Portland for a quick lunch during a depo. The service was sooooo slow that I had to have them pack my lunch to go and go back to work without eating. If you know how I feel about my meals, you'll understand the gravity of going back to work without lunch. Devastation.

But they packed my food in this bpa-free bento container. And since bringing this home, it's like the most sought after item in the kitchen. I was using it during dinnertime cleanup to pack leftovers for Tim to take to work the next day, but now that school has started, Carlie is using it every morning to pack her school lunch.

A close second place would be the plastic drawstring bag that I got at a running expo in June from Brooks shoes. Perfect size, heavy duty, well made, can wear it like a backpack, one of those bags. Love. It.

So share... what random piece have crap have you lucked into?

Number Crunching

32: Number of days until I take Erinna to college orientation
3: Number of days left before Carlie comes home and, thus, ends my summer of foot loose and fancy free
5: Number of depositions I have attended in the last four days
23: Number of days until I become a mother-in-law
238: Number of Facebook Friends
3: Number of attorneys who pissed me off at work today
14: Number of sleeveless faux wrap shirts I have in the exact same size/style/brand but different colors
0: My interest in wearing any of those 14 shirts (last year's go to shirt)
43: Number of episodes of Eureka in my Tivo
Infinity: Number of times I can watch the same reruns of Sex and the City
895: Number of posts on this blog (yowza!)

Random things on the SD card in my camera

First up... Helpful Hints from So Not Heloise. I just *mopped* my kitchen floor, wherein *mopped* = sprayed the dirty spots (ie the entire floor) with 409 and ran a washcloth over it. With my foot. I may possibly be the worst housekeeper of all time.
Next two photos: The newly recovered dining chairs. Sweet! Thanks to my friend Cheryl for teaching me how to do it, and then basically doing 95% of the work for me while I kind of passed out with my labrythitis. This is why people want to hang with me. I'm a laugh a minute, what with the turning white and tipping over in the middle of the crafting projects and such.

But seriously, how awesome are these chairs? I got the fabric FOR FREE from a friend who bought the entire bolt on clearance and then just used a skosh of it on an arm chair! Score!

The chairs are mid-century Swedish. I bought a table plus six chairs at a garage sale for $300. I recently sold the table for $550 and was offered $100 for each of the chairs, but decided to recover and reuse them because dining chairs? Even cheap ones? Are flipping expensive. Who knew.

And feast your eyes on this. CANDY! From ISRAEL! For ME! Who doesn't love getting packages in the mail, especially when they contain CHOCOLATE! Exotic Middle Eastern chocolate, no less! Thanks, Kate. You are the awesomest. I'm still waiting for a chance to repay you, though, with some goodies from "home." Just say the word!

So there you go. Random photos from my SD card. You're welcome.

Okay, so kind of a lame ass blog post. But this was the best excuse I could come up with to (a) get away from Carlie and (b) not clean my house.

Carlie had two teeth pulled this morning. She was, like, an f'ing rock star through the entire thing. Came out all smiles with her two teeth in a baggie (BTW, how much does the tooth fairy pay for *pulled* teeth? I was told it is a premium.) We've been home for about an hour now and the numbness is wearing off, and the soreness is setting in, and my rock star has kind of turned into *Amy Winehouse*, wherein I perceive *Amy Winehouse* to be an extremely high maintenance pain in the ass whiner. OK. Your mouth hurts. I GET IT. But really, does moaning help it feel better? Sheesh.

Also, we have a realtor coming over to show the house, which is kind of a sty at the moment. Which I guess I'll go and tackle now. Please send all of your good karma house-selling vibes this way because I WANT OUT and I want it NOW. Thanks. xoxo