Checking In

I haven’t written a lot lately because I’ve either felt exhausted or haven’t been in the mood to share anything feelings-y. That seems to be what I write best, but I have had six million different things on my mind, so I have just decided to write about none of it. Years ago when I was in school for journalism, my professors always stressed that the very best way to become a good writer is to do it consistently. Even if you don’t have anything to write about, just put pen to paper and ramble — the good stories will eventually come. I suppose even though I don’t feel like it, I should keep writing little updates here and there. After all, I see so many of you coming here day after day without getting anything new. It’s nice to have people who actually care about what I have to say enough to check in on me! Thank you for caring.

Okay, so here’s what I’ve been up to. First, I became a dog walker for Wag. I’m obsessed with it and will write a separate post all about what that’s been like and how great all the little angels I get to meet are. Dogs are one of the best thing God created, and I kind of can’t believe I get paid to hang out with them!

I’ve also been keeping up with Big Brother, and then not keeping up with The Bachelorette because I’m just kind of bored of the whole premise of the show. I’ve been a fan since at least high school, so that’s a really long time to keep watching the same thing happen season after season. Apparently Luke P is pretty bad though, and I’m sure the finale will be “Something we’ve never seen in the history of the show.” I’m looking at you, Chris Harrison.

Hmm what else. I made really good gluten-free fried chicken for dinner last night. I’m going to be experimenting with a few new recipes later this week, and am excited to get back into the routine of cooking a little more again. I keep meaning to post my General Tso’s chicken recipe for y’all too, as I got a million messages about it on Instagram a few months ago and never delivered. Like I said, I’ve been pretty tired lately. Anyway, I think I’ll go ahead and start drafting something else for tomorrow. This post was written about a week ago, and I need to get better about being consistent with posting on time.

Can I Have Your Cobblestones?

I got a glimpse into one of the most hilarious corners of adult life this week — the Facebook Marketplace.

Being a homeowner has been fun because I love our place, but it’s also a whole lot of work. We are redoing our back yard right now, and dug up about 400 cobblestones that must have been put in as some sort of underground patio by the last owners. These things are easily a pound each, and it would not be fun taking them all to the dump, so I listed them on Facebook Marketplace to get rid of them. Guys. My phone blew up. 

“Hi, is this item available?”

“Hello, I’d like to come take a look at the cobblestones.”

“Hey, when can I come pick up the stones?”

“I can come get them today, give me your address.”

I got dozens of messages in the matter of minutes, and they just kept coming. It was amusing, but also stressful enough that I didn’t check my Facebook messages for a few days after creating my listing. When I finally had the patience and courage to sort through everything, I signed on to weed through all the people who wanted our cobblestones. My method was pretty simple. Women got priority because I would rather have a woman come to my house than a man (Why? Check out my last post). Then they got eliminated from the list if their profile picture wasn’t of them. I love dogs more than just about anyone, but I’d like to know whoever is coming over doesn’t mind putting her face out there for me to see. Finally, the easiest part was that I just gave whoever reached out first the priority. This whole week I’ve been bombarded with more messages that I could have ever imagined, been ghosted by people who claimed to want the stones, and finally met up with a really nice couple who is going to use them on their horse farm.

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As anxiety-inducing as the Facebook Marketplace is, I’d definitely recommend it to anyone trying to get rid of any sort of home goods. People on there are sharks just waiting for something to chomp down on, and if you don’t feel like hauling something away, your trash could be another person’s treasure.


What do you think one of the most hilarious things about being in your late twenties or early thirties is? Do you have any experience with the crazy world of Facebook Marketplace?