Well, it’s later. I’ve raised enough dust to kill a horse. Sold four books on Amazon already, which is pretty cool since I just listed them this morning.
The bigger living room cabinet is ORGANIZED for the first time since I’ve lived here. All the magazine binders are lined up like little soldiers in there, as are the home recorded VHS tapes, and a few other things. The quarter round book case is re-done, and dusted. All of the books in the book shelves in the living room are reorganized and dusted. I moved a pedestal and the vase that was on it into my bedroom (yes, I found a place for it.)
I’m making some dinner, and then I guess I’ll clean the bathroom and get cleaned up myself to go meet my two sisters, the other two Whores of Baghdad. It should be fun, as Michael the Peeler and Jason will be there.
No show from the guy who was going to work on Ruby. T says he can’t do it in the foreseeable future. Ugliness. I hope he just returns my adapter that he carted off four months ago.
I’m having my teeth cleaned on Monday – that’s a relief. Learned that there is yet ANOTHER bill from my emergency room drama, this one from the doctor. That one is $280, so my entire trip cost $1000.00. Ah, well.
I need to pull everything out of the curio and dust in there. Ugh. Maybe next weekend.
It looks like Hurricane Katrina may hit New Orleans. What will all of these gay homosexual queers do if they can’t have sex in public over Labor Day weekend?
I bought some Macguire’s car wax products on the web today. It looks like I’ll be applying them to Ruby next weekend also.
Tomorrow’s heat index is supposed to be up to 112!! Holy cow!
Okay, time for more work.
DJHJD
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Saturday housework
Saturday housework – been going through the stacks of books, opening up cabinets, rummaging through things I haven’t read or looked at in years, trying to decide what should stay in the “permanent collection” and what needs to get sold.
So far, I have a HUGE stack of books that are headed for the universe, and I finally (after six months) got all my spiritual study books into one place. Now, if I can actually ORGANIZE them into some sort of .. well, organization. That would be great.
I’ve kicked up a ton of dust in here, of course. Urk. That forecasts serious allergy issues in a short while.
Agreed to hire this .. guy .. to come re-wire my amp rack in Ruby; went and bought the cables for it. Uh, he’s apparently still with last night’s trick. Blarg. I was looking forward to having that re-done and having better sound.
I’m about 40% through re-doing the cabinets in my living room. Dusting, reorganizing and pulling out the ENTIRE stereo rack and re-doing it is next. Once I have all of this done, I’ll see what/whether I’m going to unload some VHS tapes. I’ve gone through them over and over to cull out the ones I don’t watch, I think I’m down to the basics. I’m going to hang my XM antenna outside, put the receiver up on top of the TV (it generates SO damned much heat! Plus, I can’t see it way down inside the cabinet.) I wish Matticia was here. Or that T wasn’t so damned busy. He was supposed to drop off a power adapter for Ruby last night (that he has,) but apparently got busy.
I guess I’m going to have to take it to a shop to get it done.
Decided against going to Decadence. I just can’t justify the expense. Just gasoline is going to be $150.00. The room over $600, and for two days. Urk. I don’t think so. I’ll stay here, and get more .. uh, work done? Probably.
For the first time since I’ve lived here, I’ve pulled out the reference books I have and am putting them neatly near the desk. As in, I could actually USE them. Amazing. Actually, I need to dust all of them off and get them up on the tallboy.
BOI NEWS
So, I kicked Michael to the curb. I told him Thursday that I had Nicole here, and couldn’t deal with him. He started calling yesterday morning about today, and I sent him a text message saying that he’d have to find another place to stay when he was in town, as I was done with him. He text’d back asking what he’d done wrong, but what’s the point in trying to discuss things with him? For one thing, he never listens to a damned THING and for another, he’s an idiot.
Then, I went and picked up Jason, who looks like dogshit. He’s gaunt, his face is gray and haggard, and .. blah. He talked ALL the way to my place about how .. blah, blah .. his wife is sick, she can’t work, he’s too depressed to work, they’re living in a motel, people are accusing him of doing coke instead of working, blah .. blah ..
Well, you know? I’ve gotten adept at listening between the lines, and here’s what I detect has happened:
Of course, at the end of the evening (after dashing off while at Spec’s, while at the movie, while somewhere else, and coming back from the bathroom sniffling and snorting like crazy) he asks me if I’ll loan him some money. Uh, how about “no way?”
A-mazing.
So, now we are officially boi-less here at the casita. All of them have been purged, kicked out, passed off and hurled into the abyss.
And, not another word from N8. That’s probably the universe protecting me.
Okay, time to make some food and then, back to my efforts.
So far, I have a HUGE stack of books that are headed for the universe, and I finally (after six months) got all my spiritual study books into one place. Now, if I can actually ORGANIZE them into some sort of .. well, organization. That would be great.
I’ve kicked up a ton of dust in here, of course. Urk. That forecasts serious allergy issues in a short while.
Agreed to hire this .. guy .. to come re-wire my amp rack in Ruby; went and bought the cables for it. Uh, he’s apparently still with last night’s trick. Blarg. I was looking forward to having that re-done and having better sound.
I’m about 40% through re-doing the cabinets in my living room. Dusting, reorganizing and pulling out the ENTIRE stereo rack and re-doing it is next. Once I have all of this done, I’ll see what/whether I’m going to unload some VHS tapes. I’ve gone through them over and over to cull out the ones I don’t watch, I think I’m down to the basics. I’m going to hang my XM antenna outside, put the receiver up on top of the TV (it generates SO damned much heat! Plus, I can’t see it way down inside the cabinet.) I wish Matticia was here. Or that T wasn’t so damned busy. He was supposed to drop off a power adapter for Ruby last night (that he has,) but apparently got busy.
I guess I’m going to have to take it to a shop to get it done.
Decided against going to Decadence. I just can’t justify the expense. Just gasoline is going to be $150.00. The room over $600, and for two days. Urk. I don’t think so. I’ll stay here, and get more .. uh, work done? Probably.
For the first time since I’ve lived here, I’ve pulled out the reference books I have and am putting them neatly near the desk. As in, I could actually USE them. Amazing. Actually, I need to dust all of them off and get them up on the tallboy.
BOI NEWS
So, I kicked Michael to the curb. I told him Thursday that I had Nicole here, and couldn’t deal with him. He started calling yesterday morning about today, and I sent him a text message saying that he’d have to find another place to stay when he was in town, as I was done with him. He text’d back asking what he’d done wrong, but what’s the point in trying to discuss things with him? For one thing, he never listens to a damned THING and for another, he’s an idiot.
Then, I went and picked up Jason, who looks like dogshit. He’s gaunt, his face is gray and haggard, and .. blah. He talked ALL the way to my place about how .. blah, blah .. his wife is sick, she can’t work, he’s too depressed to work, they’re living in a motel, people are accusing him of doing coke instead of working, blah .. blah ..
Well, you know? I’ve gotten adept at listening between the lines, and here’s what I detect has happened:
- He married a girl who liked coke as much as he does
- They went hog wild together
- They got evicted
- Her car got repo’d
- They lost all their “stuff”
- They’re staying in a motel, as they can’t get the money together to pay for rent
- Their illnesses are a result of non-stop partying
- They’re out of money because they’re having to actually PAY for their habit
- They’re clueless as to their own behavior being the core of what’s wrong
Of course, at the end of the evening (after dashing off while at Spec’s, while at the movie, while somewhere else, and coming back from the bathroom sniffling and snorting like crazy) he asks me if I’ll loan him some money. Uh, how about “no way?”
A-mazing.
So, now we are officially boi-less here at the casita. All of them have been purged, kicked out, passed off and hurled into the abyss.
And, not another word from N8. That’s probably the universe protecting me.
Okay, time to make some food and then, back to my efforts.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Nicole shared brilliance
Excellent words from my dear friend Nicole this morning:
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.
Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.
Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends."
A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.
Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.
He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant,
Why would he treat you any differently?
Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything.
He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior.
Change comes from within.
Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.
He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
Never let a man define who you are.
Never borrow someone else's man.
If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
All men are NOT dogs.
You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street.
You need time to heal between relationships... there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.
Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.
Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him -- he takes it for granted.
Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man.
(Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!)
Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
Keep him in your radar but get to know others.
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.
Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.
Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends."
A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.
Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.
He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant,
Why would he treat you any differently?
Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything.
He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior.
Change comes from within.
Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.
He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
Never let a man define who you are.
Never borrow someone else's man.
If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
All men are NOT dogs.
You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street.
You need time to heal between relationships... there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.
Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.
Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him -- he takes it for granted.
Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man.
(Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!)
Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
Keep him in your radar but get to know others.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
So Ive been working
So, I’ve been working all day on the ethics course for the mortgage broker CE – and trying to get the doctor’s loan materials into the lender so that we can close it. Tomorrow, I have all kinds of crap to work on, and two doctor’s appointments flanking the morning and evening.
Talked to the boi today. Last night, I had dinner with my client John – who, as it turns out, is a running buddy of the boi. Oh, my was THAT conversation lively! The boi is thought to be gay by EVERYONE of those people he hangs with, since he’s always been sporting a sugar daddy even though he’s always had beautiful women wanting to be with him. My client was telling me about all these sugar daddies that he would show up with, and how none of that crowd could figure out what the deal was. I offered that he was just sexually flexible when money was involved. If he can avoid having to put out and still make the situation work, he will. If he has to put out, I bet he does.
I can tell you that he’s very much wanting his big daddy right now. He’s living in an extended stay hotel, eating crap for food, has no phone, no computer – what happened to his wife’s luxury apartment downtown? The five bedroom home in Vegas that they were going to buy? The advertising business? Is it again that when you snort all your money up your nose, things don’t work very well in life?
I don’t know, I’m just saying.
Tomorrow needs to be a more productive day than today felt. Today, I felt all sinusy with allergies. Yuck.
La Minx is really wanting to go to Decadence. Yesterday, I talked to T for the first time in EONS; he was saying that his boyfriend wants to go to Atlanta with his EX-boyfriend, and T responded with “if you do that, I’m going to Decadence with the Divo.” Which scotched that whole notion on his nasty, cheating, lying bastard boyfriend’s part. I talked to Curt tonight about going, and he’s going to call over to the Maison du Puy to see about getting me a room. Larry’s going to be there (staying somewhere on the other side of a body of water,) and I’m just not sure about the whole “stay up until the crack of dawn” program. He (la Minx) got hired for another opera, so I’m back to finding someone for the gay prom in November.
The blog still won’t put my entry titles in. Blarg.
The Peeler was here last night – he was resident for 20 minutes before heading over to EJ’s to “dance.” During that time, he managed to break the toilet handle. He came in around 2:30, crawled into MY bed, which is now a full instead of a queen, and started snoring at 5:00. Driven out to the sofa, I slept fitfully until about 7:30, at which time he was snoring so loudly that it was coming through the closed bedroom door. I went to my appointment with Lloyd to have my head re-aligned, then bought gas for Ruby (which was FORTY-EIGHT DOLLARS, thank you VERY much.) Came back home around 11:00, and he was up doing some laundry. He starts in with I should be excited to go to Decadence since he’ll be there.
I said “after as rude as you were to me at Mardi Gras, you think that I gave a rat’s ass if you’re at Decadence?” Then, he starts in with “you put me on the spot when we were at dinner with Curt the other day – I never intended to make you pay for my meals that you were complaining about.”
Oh, yeah, that’s why you bolted from the table without talking about the bill, and headed for your car. I read about that in Miss Manners all the time.
Anyway, there was no sense talking to him about anything. So, I ignored him. When he comes back tomorrow, I’m telling him he and his snoring habit can sleep on the sofa.
Then, I’ll tell him he can find another place to stay when he’s in town shaking down old men for money.
Speaking of men with repeating patterns, I heard from Joel the other day – seems he’s been locked out of where he was living AGAIN. By my best count, that’s the sixth time since I locked him out in November. This one lasted only two weeks. He tells me that he and the guy had a fight, and Joel stayed away for four days and nights. Uh, that would pretty much do it for me if the man I was dating did that. Anyway, he just doesn’t understand why this keeps happening to him.
It’s now 21:00, and I think it’s time to watch the rest of this Netflix and then hit the sack. The boi wants me to pick him up so we can hang out, but he’s missed his window. He’s headed to EJ’s in 90 minutes anyway, and the big red taxi service has closed down tonight.
Talked to the boi today. Last night, I had dinner with my client John – who, as it turns out, is a running buddy of the boi. Oh, my was THAT conversation lively! The boi is thought to be gay by EVERYONE of those people he hangs with, since he’s always been sporting a sugar daddy even though he’s always had beautiful women wanting to be with him. My client was telling me about all these sugar daddies that he would show up with, and how none of that crowd could figure out what the deal was. I offered that he was just sexually flexible when money was involved. If he can avoid having to put out and still make the situation work, he will. If he has to put out, I bet he does.
I can tell you that he’s very much wanting his big daddy right now. He’s living in an extended stay hotel, eating crap for food, has no phone, no computer – what happened to his wife’s luxury apartment downtown? The five bedroom home in Vegas that they were going to buy? The advertising business? Is it again that when you snort all your money up your nose, things don’t work very well in life?
I don’t know, I’m just saying.
Tomorrow needs to be a more productive day than today felt. Today, I felt all sinusy with allergies. Yuck.
La Minx is really wanting to go to Decadence. Yesterday, I talked to T for the first time in EONS; he was saying that his boyfriend wants to go to Atlanta with his EX-boyfriend, and T responded with “if you do that, I’m going to Decadence with the Divo.” Which scotched that whole notion on his nasty, cheating, lying bastard boyfriend’s part. I talked to Curt tonight about going, and he’s going to call over to the Maison du Puy to see about getting me a room. Larry’s going to be there (staying somewhere on the other side of a body of water,) and I’m just not sure about the whole “stay up until the crack of dawn” program. He (la Minx) got hired for another opera, so I’m back to finding someone for the gay prom in November.
The blog still won’t put my entry titles in. Blarg.
The Peeler was here last night – he was resident for 20 minutes before heading over to EJ’s to “dance.” During that time, he managed to break the toilet handle. He came in around 2:30, crawled into MY bed, which is now a full instead of a queen, and started snoring at 5:00. Driven out to the sofa, I slept fitfully until about 7:30, at which time he was snoring so loudly that it was coming through the closed bedroom door. I went to my appointment with Lloyd to have my head re-aligned, then bought gas for Ruby (which was FORTY-EIGHT DOLLARS, thank you VERY much.) Came back home around 11:00, and he was up doing some laundry. He starts in with I should be excited to go to Decadence since he’ll be there.
I said “after as rude as you were to me at Mardi Gras, you think that I gave a rat’s ass if you’re at Decadence?” Then, he starts in with “you put me on the spot when we were at dinner with Curt the other day – I never intended to make you pay for my meals that you were complaining about.”
Oh, yeah, that’s why you bolted from the table without talking about the bill, and headed for your car. I read about that in Miss Manners all the time.
Anyway, there was no sense talking to him about anything. So, I ignored him. When he comes back tomorrow, I’m telling him he and his snoring habit can sleep on the sofa.
Then, I’ll tell him he can find another place to stay when he’s in town shaking down old men for money.
Speaking of men with repeating patterns, I heard from Joel the other day – seems he’s been locked out of where he was living AGAIN. By my best count, that’s the sixth time since I locked him out in November. This one lasted only two weeks. He tells me that he and the guy had a fight, and Joel stayed away for four days and nights. Uh, that would pretty much do it for me if the man I was dating did that. Anyway, he just doesn’t understand why this keeps happening to him.
It’s now 21:00, and I think it’s time to watch the rest of this Netflix and then hit the sack. The boi wants me to pick him up so we can hang out, but he’s missed his window. He’s headed to EJ’s in 90 minutes anyway, and the big red taxi service has closed down tonight.
Monday, August 22, 2005
More on the eBay freakazoid
He sells a lot of postcards, but in going through his feedback profile - he doesn't like gay boys at ALL. In fact, he smears them in his feedback.
Lovely.
Anyone have a flashlight to illuminate that man's closet?
Got a number of things done today; still have a huge list for tomorrow.
Jayson was in touch today - he'd LOVE to hang out, especially if I give him money. "Call me tomorrow," he says. PJ says "send me $100 so I can buy a bus ticket and come hang out with you."
It seems to be the glomming of the barnacles. And, where's N8?
Lovely.
Anyone have a flashlight to illuminate that man's closet?
Got a number of things done today; still have a huge list for tomorrow.
Jayson was in touch today - he'd LOVE to hang out, especially if I give him money. "Call me tomorrow," he says. PJ says "send me $100 so I can buy a bus ticket and come hang out with you."
It seems to be the glomming of the barnacles. And, where's N8?
Shopping with eBay freakazoids
So, everyone knows I'm an eBay whore for stuff from the 1938 20th Century Limited. Every morning, I have two separate emails detailing all of the 20th Century Limited stuff that hits eBay.
A few days ago, a postcard reproduction of the 1938 Century at LaSalle Street station in Chicago hit eBay. The picture was enough to sell me on the concept, and so I opened my bidding software to buy it.
Since I work, and am not sitting at my computer as the auctions end (and, after more than 400 successful transactions, wanting to be as effective as possible) I used my auction software - called "sniping" software, as it slams in a bid in the last few seconds of an auction.
This morning, while working, the auction software does its thing, and I win the auction for said postcard - $5.95 plus $1.00 shipping. Yeah, it's insane, but it's what I intended.
Without thinking about it, I went right over to Pay Pal and paid for the auction. A few minutes later, I get a hostile email from said seller, as follows:
Okay, I'm willing to send a money order. So, I go back to Pay Pal to CANCEL the payment I just made. Before I finish, I receive ..
Okay. So, I go to the auction, and find this HUGE listing. As follows:
Well, okay Mary Francis.
Now, I haven't yet had a chance to review this whole listing morass, and I receive yet another email:
Well, how about that? Over a five dollar post card!
Okay! He canceled the auction through eBay, and that was that.
And Lance thinks that *I* am testy.
A few days ago, a postcard reproduction of the 1938 Century at LaSalle Street station in Chicago hit eBay. The picture was enough to sell me on the concept, and so I opened my bidding software to buy it.
Since I work, and am not sitting at my computer as the auctions end (and, after more than 400 successful transactions, wanting to be as effective as possible) I used my auction software - called "sniping" software, as it slams in a bid in the last few seconds of an auction.
This morning, while working, the auction software does its thing, and I win the auction for said postcard - $5.95 plus $1.00 shipping. Yeah, it's insane, but it's what I intended.
Without thinking about it, I went right over to Pay Pal and paid for the auction. A few minutes later, I get a hostile email from said seller, as follows:
I do not accept Paypal.
Cash, money order, check or Bidpay please.
Okay, I'm willing to send a money order. So, I go back to Pay Pal to CANCEL the payment I just made. Before I finish, I receive ..
An analysis of your bidding patterns strongly indicates that you are using sniping software. The fact that you attempted to pay using Paypal despite my strong warning - coupled with my warnings about using sniping software reinforce that you didn't read the listing.
I suggest you go back and read it in its entirety - at least the portions related to sniping and payment methods. I will be happy to release you from your bid with no feedback filed (so long as you assist in retrieving my eBay fees).
If you insist on purchasing this item, then I will proceed with the terms of sale clearly stated in my listing.
Okay. So, I go to the auction, and find this HUGE listing. As follows:
USERS of SNIPING SOFTWARE:
*** BEWARE *** there's a message for you near the end of this listing
DESCRIPTION
at the LaSalle Station in Chicago Ilinois, circa 1953.
Type: a reproduction postcard digitally generated from a scanned image
Size: 3 1/2 inches by 5 1/2 inches
Condition: Mint Postally: Unused
"Warhawk Reproductions" only appears on the eBay photo
(this postcard is approved for mailing by the USPS)
SHIPPING
I do not sell or ship to Germany, France or Russia
Bid with confidence!
I guarantee all of my auctions!
(See the refund offer below)
Packaging and Postage is $1.00 for shipments within the USA; Canada is $1.50; all other overseas is $2.00
Insurance (if desired and available only in the US) is $2.00- please let me know if you want it.
I strongly recommend that buyers elect insurance.
BY DECLINING INSURANCE THE BUYER AGREES TO HOLD THE SELLER HARMLESS IN THE EVENT OF LOSS OR DAMAGE DURING SHIPMENT
My items are always shipped with an acid-free plastic sleeve and stiff cardboard protection so the cards are not bent in the mail.
I simply cannot be held responsible for an item after it leaves my possession.
REFUNDS:
If you are not satisfied with your purchase any reason (other than damage by the USPS), you may return it for a full refund of your purchase cost (less sales tax, insurance and twice the actual cost of postage). Buyer must contact me for a return authorization before returning the item and must assist seller in recovery of seller's eBay fees. The original, undamaged item and packaging materials must be returned within 7 days of receipt of the authorization.
This offer is void if you use sniping software or you didn't read the listing and don't want a reproduction.
EXCLUDED BIDDERS:
Because of past problems with bidders with 0 feedback, I no longer accept bids from "just -born", 0 feedback or less than zero feedback UNLESS you contact me via email prior to bidding.
Any person with 0 (or less) feedback that bids on one of my items and has not contacted me via email will have their bid cancelled.
Questions should be directed to cpeters@tampabay.rr.com
We only sell through eBay listings
Seller will contact buyer - please do not use eBay's checkout process.
HOW TO STOP SNIPERS! --
An Important Tip from eBay's Web site:
eBay says: "Whenever you place your bid, bid your ABSOLUTE maximum. If you think you have determined your max, ask yourself if you would have bid $1 more to win in the face of a competing bid. If you are willing to spend another dollar to win, you haven't found your max.
The amount of your bid is far more important than the timing of your bid.
Decide the maximum you're willing to pay and enter this amount. Ebay will now confidentially bid up to your maximum amount.
You don't have to keep an eye on your auction as it unfolds.
A sniper can only win if they bid higher than your maximum bid."
This item may be available in larger sizes - 4 by 6, 5 by 7 or 8 by 10 inches. Check my eBay store by clicking here and if it's not listed, send me an email. If it's available, I'll list it immediately. Please visit my eBay store which contains 4 by 6, 5 by 7, 8 by 10 inch photo prints and postcard reproductions of railroads, Florida history and other US cities, as well as nature scenes and a few books
PAYMENTS
I accept:
* checks (which may be held until they clear depending on buyer's feedback),
* money orders,
* cash (I don't recommend its use and I don't make change if you do use cash), or
* Bidpay (Western Union).
*
I do NOT accept Paypal.
Payment must be made within 10 days of seller's notification of winning bid.
Late payments may be assessed a penalty fee (applied to bid price, insurance, sales tax and shipping costs).
Totals for multiple items wins:
If you request a total, there is a $3.00 service charge UNLESS you provide the item numbers, your address (so we know if sales tax applies) and your preference for insurance
Florida residents must pay sales tax.
USERS of SNIPING SOFTWARE ARE NOT WELCOME TO BID ON MY ITEMS
I DO NOT WANT YOUR BUSINESS
If I determine that a winning bidder has used sniping software, they will be placed on my blocked bidders list and will receive appropriate and unwanted (by them) feedback.
THE FINE PRINT:
* Combined Shipping: - we will ship up to three items for the single item price. We do not combine shipments of photoprints and postcards unless you purchase insurance.
* Payment Totals: There is a $3.00 charge to provide totals UNLESS you provde all item numbers, your address (so we know if sales tax applies) and your preference for insurance
* Insurance is optional, and we never have had to file a claim, but we simply cannot be responsible for an item after it is delivered to the US Post Office. We strongly recommend that you buy insurance. By refusing insurance, bidder agrees to self-insure and to hold seller harmless in the event of damage or loss.
* Notification of successful bidders will normally occur within three days of the end of the auction, and we require that payment be made within 10 days of that notification. Late payments may be assessed a penalty fee (applied to bid price, insurance, salex tax and shipping costs) or may result in cancellation of the bid, filing of negative feedback, and re-listing the item
* Returned checks require payment of a $25.00 fee.
* Feedback is neither expected or given except in rare occasions when negative feedback is appropriate. Feedback is voluntary, and this seller - because of the volume of bids dealt with - prefers to spend his time carefully packaging items and making effective communications with buyers.
* Florida Buyers who do not include required states sales tax with their payment will be issued one notice of required tax. Their shipment will be held until the tax payment is received- regardless of the amount of shortage.
* Late payments of sales tax may result in cancellation of bids
Well, okay Mary Francis.
Now, I haven't yet had a chance to review this whole listing morass, and I receive yet another email:
Have you read the listing? I really don't think you wish to buy this from me. In fact, I won't sell it to you - save yourself the time and expense of mailing me anything.
Well, how about that? Over a five dollar post card!
Okay! He canceled the auction through eBay, and that was that.
And Lance thinks that *I* am testy.
Monday, Monday ver. 636.01
Some bumper sticker quotes from Belief Net:
1. I'm pretty sure God prefers spiritual fruits to religious nuts
2. Freedom is the distance between church and state
3. When the Church ruled the world it was called the Dark Ages
4. God protect me from your followers
5. I do listen to your prayers I'm just not interested in the game
6. The Meek are getting ready
7. God favors no group only religions do that
8. Born right the first time
9. High Holidays have nothing to do with marijuana.
Will I make it through my "to-do" list for today? Will I find the Netflix mailer that I've misplaced? Should I go to Decadence with the Minx?
1. I'm pretty sure God prefers spiritual fruits to religious nuts
2. Freedom is the distance between church and state
3. When the Church ruled the world it was called the Dark Ages
4. God protect me from your followers
5. I do listen to your prayers I'm just not interested in the game
6. The Meek are getting ready
7. God favors no group only religions do that
8. Born right the first time
9. High Holidays have nothing to do with marijuana.
Will I make it through my "to-do" list for today? Will I find the Netflix mailer that I've misplaced? Should I go to Decadence with the Minx?
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Sunday after the apocalypse
Interesting day. Today's blood sugar reading was just 127. That was the lowest it's been since May - and a great feeling of relief. Church was great; lunch was .. difficult, if I can choose a feeling. I think I'll just avoid that in the future.
Came home, fiddled. Napped. Shouldn't have. Fiddled a lot more.
The trip to Florida went better than I could have hoped. Even had a thank you note from Roxanne. That was just amazing.
I have to spend some time thinking about some things; I also need to go through more crap here at home and do more throwing away/cleaning out.
I want to go to San Marcos next weekend, and buy some more clothes and shoes. I'm getting very interested in how I dress for the first time in more than fifteen years.
The Minx very much wants me to go with him to Southern Decadence. I want to go to Michigan. And, I'd love to go to Decadence. Hm.
Not a peep out of N8.
Loads of things are rolling through my mind tonight; not sure what I'm going to do about them all.
Came home, fiddled. Napped. Shouldn't have. Fiddled a lot more.
The trip to Florida went better than I could have hoped. Even had a thank you note from Roxanne. That was just amazing.
I have to spend some time thinking about some things; I also need to go through more crap here at home and do more throwing away/cleaning out.
I want to go to San Marcos next weekend, and buy some more clothes and shoes. I'm getting very interested in how I dress for the first time in more than fifteen years.
The Minx very much wants me to go with him to Southern Decadence. I want to go to Michigan. And, I'd love to go to Decadence. Hm.
Not a peep out of N8.
Loads of things are rolling through my mind tonight; not sure what I'm going to do about them all.
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