Dejunkification

I'm a pack rat. I don't know why, but I have an incredible desire to hold onto "stuff" that more rational and mature people would simply call "trash." I don't know when or why it started, but it is officially a little out of control, as anyone who has seen my garage or office can attest. For example, within my field of vision right now I have two old VCRs, a large laminated folding road map of Orlando, and an unopened Bob Dylan double CD. Of course it goes without saying that I haven't recorded on a VHS videotape in years, I don't think I have ever driven in Orlando, and I'm not a Bob Dylan fan. At all. So it's time to slowly start doing something about this situation, while benefiting from the process.

How on earth could I possibly do such a thing?

eBay.

I'm going to start selling a couple of items a week and use the proceeds on things that I really shouldn't be spending much money on in the first place, like taking trips or entering poker tournaments. I've got tons of junk, so theoretically this could go on for quite a while, and since all the money used to acquire the objects that I now consider expendable has already been spent, often long ago, the revenue will at least feel like pure profit. My first auctions ends tomorrow.

There is a permanent link on the top right side of this page, so feel free to see what I'm selling...and BID!

Self fulfilling irony

Today I took A.J. to The Wonder Place, a great establishment that has all sorts of cool stuff for kids to play with--slides, toys, a stage, an art room, you name it. It wasn't too crowded, with only a handful of other kids and parents there. One poor little guy about A.J.'s age had a band-aid on his forehead, clearly from some prior fall. As he was playing on a small set of steps in the slide area, the kid took a ridiculous flying backwards header, cracking the back of his skull pretty hard on the floor. He was scared more than anything, and luckily he seemed just fine after a couple of minutes. His mom was completely unfazed, as if she has seen that same move dozens of times before. She had a custom diaper bag with the little tot's name stitched on the side.

The boy's name? Tripp. I'm not even kidding.