Alley Shopping days 3 and 4

Too hot to move.
Sorry.

Alley Shopping Day 2

I had a whole bunch of errands to run today, so I did not take a long look down more than two alleys.
However, here is what I found-

1 A velvet Sofa-


2.two pairs of free sneaks-


3.Free Boots. I am sure theses are related somehow to those fuggly things-


4. A white couch-


5. Some Matresses in case you need a nap-


6. A 70's Area rug-


7.Another Printer-


8.A chair-



9.And lastly another coffee pot and microwave-



The weekend of moving is approaching fast, and I will continue to report from the front lines!

Yesterday I wrote a blog about alley shopping.

Today, and until after the weekend I am going to post (daily) what I find, what I take home, and what I leave behind.

Please feel free to comment if you would have done differently with an item.

Also just leave damn comments and subscribe to my friggin blog. What am I, mildly amusing cow poo?

I write this for

YOU
so is it too much to ask for a comment?

OK. Rant over. Sorry.

Tuesday July 28.

On a very short walk I saw

1.An 80-ish Microwave.

2.An Iron maybe 5, 6 years old
.
3.A stereo receiver

4.A computer monitor approx 17"

5.A mirror I saw on my way to the Dr. that I figured I'd get on the way back, but
BURN, as I turned the corner into the lane, a shopping cart sweetheart was attaching it to her shopping cart.

That's all so far, but I'm going on a walkabout later to take pics, maybe I'll add them to this blog.

Until later then? And did I keep any of it? Would you have?

It's getting close to the end of the month which in my neighbourhood spells treasure hunting!
I'm sure it happens in a lot of cities, but here it's like a tradition.
At the end of the month, when everybody moves, they leave behind the stuff they no longer want or have room for. There's a lot of TV's lately, as people are switching to flatscreens, they no longer want their old tube TVs . The only thing is, some of these tube TVs are less than 5 years old and are in perfect shape.I haven't collected any TVs as my family has dumped off two on me, and I have a flatscreen, so, no need for another TV, but I have found an old steamer trunk that someone had to carry all the way to my place(tyk),a solid wood table with mahogany veneer which I plan to strip and shakerise, along with the solid wood hutch that will get the same treatment-just in another colour. I'm keeping it to primary colours. Reds, Blues, Whites and Blacks.I found a cedar bedsides table and a wooden drying rack.I also found a pine side table. All free. I once saw a gorgeous in perfect shape velvet lounge (ideal for swooning whence fainting from the vapours.)Plus, this is a long weekend I think, so more time to browse.
Wish me Happy Treasure hunting-I need new drawers!!
Not those kind, you pervs.

And so it goes...again

So, you would think that I'm just here at 9:30 to dash off a quick blog before work.

You would be wrong.

Because in order to do that, one must have a job, which I no longer do.

"What the fuck???" you say. "Pina, last week you had TWO new jobs. Now you have none? How can this be?? You're super smart, and we mean SUPER smart (although we know the theory of everything sounds like bull shit to you- it does to us too) not to mention gorgeous and all that, so we just don't get it!!"

Well folks, neither do I.

I was once fired at a store called Roots for not having enough "Rootsitude" and I laughed while she was firing me because "Rootsitude" is a fucking made up word, and you can't fire someone with a made up word, I looked it up in "The Big Book of Jobs" when I was trying to see if strippers, I mean candy stripers have to pay taxes the way everyone else does, and there it was- Rule 467- "If you fire someone with a made up word, they can laugh in your face because you are a super douche" Totally true.

Now I would gladly take that shit job back on my knees.

SHUT IT.

Pervs.

For all of you that are stuck on what to serve your hungry little brats on hallowed President's Day, look no further!!
The good folks at RecipeSource have sent me the PERFECT meal idea for you!
It looks so good, that I couldn't help but re post it for you here...trust me, you and your kids will thank me later.

     Title: FRENCH FRY SPAM CASSEROLE
  Categories: Main dish
       Yield: 8 servings
  
       1 pk Frozen french fry potatoes,
            -thawed (20 oz)
       2 c  Shredded Cheddar cheese
       2 c  Sour cream
       1 cn Condensed cream of chicken
            -soup (10 3/4 oz)
       1 cn SPAM Luncheon Meat, cubed
            -(12 oz)
     1/2 c  Chopped red bell pepper
     1/2 c  Chopped green onion
     1/2 c  Finely crushed corn flakes
  
   Heat oven to 350'F. In large bowl, combine potatoes, cheese, sour
   cream, and soup. Stir in SPAM, bell pepper, and green onion. Spoon
   into 13x9″ baking dish. Sprinkle with crushed flakes. Bake 30-40
   minutes or until thoroughly heated.


  Yummy, huh??

You're Welcome!!

On what is officially my last day as an unemployed lazy assed couch sitter who has watched every single episode of CSI Vegas (the ones with Lady Heather the dominatrix are my fave, because you know Grissom is in to some creepy shit and he seems to know a LOT about the domination/submissive culture) and they did do that episode about the furries, an issue I have a real problem with, but I didn't have much else to do.
It used to just be sports mascots that would send me screaming into the nearest bathroom stall when one was coming any where near me, but at least those people are doing a job, they're getting paid, paying taxes, etc. but plushies or furries or whatever they are called, these people get off by rubbing up against each other in giant raccoon or bunny or floppy eared beagle costumes headed costumes *shudders* and they fly all over the country to meet up with chickens and cats and...well you get the idea.
I know there is a name for this fetish, but I'm just to lazy to look it up, so you could go do it if you want.
They even have a bunch of made up words to describe what they do to each other at conventions, and the mental image I have now put in my own head of stuffed animals climbing all over each other has totally made me want to cry, or vomit, or both, I should move on to the real blog.
In April of last year I bought a camera. Just one of the higher end Canon point and shoots, and I started taking pictures. Some of the ones that I love the most (although they are tragic in nature) Usually, I would go downtown to the part of Vancouver where the walking dead get their dope, and I would give them a pack of smokes, or maybe a hot lunch, to let me take their pictures, and have them tell me their life stories. My whole idea was to contribute stories and photos to Sara's website on Myspace called "The Bum Chronicles."
I got some pretty good photos, and some really tragic life stories, stories that needed to be told even if it was just to remind all of us how much we have in comparison to others. To show that in spite of the fact that Canada has universal medical, and programmes to help people living on the streets, usually fleeing from situations far, far worse than sleeping in a doorway and pan handling for dope money, that just for a short time we should remind ourselves just how lucky we are, and just how poorly our social systems are being run, or even that a hot meal may be something that means far more to someone who hasn't eaten well in months that someone cared.
I took a lot of pictures, listened to a lot of stories (most of which would make even the hardest hearted person tear up) and I came home and started to write.
Then I hit a wall, big time.
It was the worst case of writer's block I've ever had since I learned to write "I love you Daddy" with my big box of 64 coloured Crayola crayons.
I couldn't make the words fit with the pictures, or vice versa. The words were there, but they were jammed in, stuck, and were not moving and no matter how I tried to get them out, the bigger the word log jam became.
And it sucked.
I kept all the notes and the pictures, figuring that when it was time, they would come together. Probably like a massive geyser, but they would come. And since I was sick, and not working, I was sure I would be able to write, I mean I had nothing but miles of empty days stretching out in front of me.
Still, 7, 8, 9 10 months passed and those stories and ideas and the ability to get them down, even on paper stayed stuck like the nasty gum that plastered the underside of my Grade 2 desk.

Until last night.

I sat down, and I started to write, and it was exactly as I thought it would be. Old faithful sputtered out some steam and then it felt like it was exploding. I couldn't type fast enough. I was up all night, and I managed to get out three separate blogs/articles.

The words and pictures came together like a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle.

They're raw, and need editing, but I feel like a huge part of my brain just cleared itself the way an early morning fog will suddenly disappear, revealing the bright blue sky, and the first warm Spring day when you need only a light sweater to keep the breeze off your shoulders.

And while I am a big fan of irony, especially the dripping, delicious irony of rain on your wedding day (that's for YOU, Char) it looks like after a whole year where I could have been writing every damn day, the words chose to come with one day left before I will have an entire free day to myself until at least April...the end of hockey season.

Stupid brain.