Free stuff

So, craigslist and I have become weekend buddies. I pay him a visit and he tells me where to go for FREE stuff. We used to be friends many years ago when I was getting back on my feet and needed appliances Desperately. It has been nice rekindling our relationship. Now that I'm back in the mood for good finds, my treasures are racking up quite nicely.

As of today craigslist has awarded me with the following: firewood. Numbers 2 & 3 were found on my own. 4 was all Lenny. 5 was a combined effort and 6. Well, there really isn't a 6.

1. Firewood. "But wait, Angela. I thought you lived in an apartment. What in the bleep are you going to do with firewood?" you ask. Well, I'm gonna make a fire... in Lenny's backyard. As a previous post mentioned, I dug me hole in which I plan to have me a fire. It would be rude of me to invite others to sit around it with me seeing as the property does not belong to me, but... well, I am nothing if not hospitable. So, let's sit around a fire!

2. Giant Spool. You know the kind: made of wood planks used to wind cables, etc. for commercial/ industrial use. Perfect for a table to, all at once now, "Sit around a fire." Very good. Unfortunately for those without a cup holder in their camping chair, my butt has become accustomed to sitting on said Giant Spool. I may have to find another table.

3. Fu-chaise. Some of you (those of you who helped me move it, especially) are  familiar with my "sofa-ton". It is a futon made with a non-removable, spring form, upholstered cushion; picture an upholstered mattress. It looks, feels and acts like a sofa, nothing like the futons you had in college. But come night time, when opened, it gives you the support of a mattress ('cause of the springs and cushioning). Back to the Fu-chaise: it is a futon with an all wooden frame, twin-sized and sits about 6" from the ground. In it's upright position, it looks like a (very low) chaise lounger. It was so funky-cool, I couldn't pass it up. The owners (also the owner of the Giant Spool) just bought their first house and were giving away all their furniture that looked too collegiate. Those are my words... you should have seen what I left behind. Pretty decent stuff for the 18 - 22 year old male.
Which brings us to why I picked it up in the first place. I was right in thinking Al would love to have it. (I was right.)

4. Fireside Chairs. Lenny was able to free some dead weight from his previous landlord's basement. Tenants often leave behind things in storage units, apartments, etc. when moving on to the next chapter in their lives. Well, this tenant did not want to continue living with two office-like chairs. Kind of early '90s contemporary. Metal arms and legs. Faux-leather upholstery. Mostly weather proof, totally comfortable.

5. River Rocks. The end. Seriously, that is a story better told while we, once more with feeling, "sit around a fire." Good job, guys!

6. Water. No, just kidding. The water department came and installed a new meter so Lenny can be charged just as much as anyone else to do the three "sh"s each day. Time Warner is also receiving their fair share. I guess in the end, you still have to pay quite a bit for creature comforts. But I still have fun finding ways around it.

Fire, beer can chicken, cherry Coke and white wine

The end of  the day. Yay. Candle is burning and I'm in bed.

Lenny was very pleased with the fire pit. What I expected was for him to put his mark on it. What I got was, as he pulled a chair over to the pit, "Do you think it's too big?" Job well done. Again, I must pat myself on the back.  Not because Lenny approved. No, just because I'm awesome.

I laughed at his comment. As I pulled the giant spool over, I replied, "Nope." I put the 2nd chair on the other side of the spool so that we could eventually use it as the fireside table it was meant to be. Except, I sat on the spool instead. Sitting in that 2nd chair seemed so formal somehow.

For the next minute or so, we enjoyed the idea of a fire. But the reality was that I was parched and all I had to drink was white wine, the chicken (who was destined to have a beer  can shoved up his bum) still needed to thaw and we were supposed to take a walk around the park tonight.

I got out of my stunning cut-off sweatpants-with-boots ensemble and he prepped the bird & threw him in the oven. Then we headed to Target to pick up a few things and do some wishful-shopping. We bought bottled water, cherry Coke and wished we bought lights for the deck, birthday presents for the girls, lights for the themed Christmas tree, and a small flat screen tv for the master bedroom.

By the time we got back, all thoughts of a walk and a fire were gone. All either of us cared about was the bird. Eat. Must eat. I tend to forget to do that during the day and I know Lenny sometimes doesn't get around to it during the day. So, our evening: beer can chicken, green beans, cherry Coke and Moscato.

Started with the Brewer game but after Arizona's first home run, we had to turn the channel. Ended up watching American Horror Stories on FX. Totally creepy show. Loved it. Surprised that an actual tv series could be so creepy. Can't wait til next Wednesday.

Why I Blog

I know. I know. I'm on post overload. It's just that I've been cataloging Everything regarding the house search, the good, the old and the decrepit; the money pits, the foundation fiascoes, the pool-less in-ground pools. I've told stories, I've shared pictures and Lenny & I have lamented over many a property. Now, all I want to do is share, share, share. But even I (someone who loves to tell a tale) could use an assist. Someone to show the pix that go with a story; someone to remind me of the details (the oh, so minute details that no one probably even cares about anyway).

And since a special friend of mind got me blogging in the first place (about something totally unrelated), I figured this was the perfect venue for all my lovely tales. Consider yourselves soooo lucky to be here. <insert silly smirk here>