Weekend/Monday Update

21 07 2008

The mister golfed on Saturday so Melissa (hiii!) and I went to breakfast, estate sales and the Superflea.

First, the estate sale… seeing as Steve was deposited at 7:45 and we were meandering in a strangers driveway by 8:30…

This house was actually really cool and this floor tile explains it pretty wall.
Plus, I purchased a glass bar pitcher for $2.
Sweet.
I also purchased of lamps and here is the better of the two…

(don’t ask Stephanie to take pictures late at night)

We made it to the Superflea (which is like Calcutta) and I DID NOT buy this:

No, not the cookbook, The Cucumber Phone.
Seriously, who made this?

And while I was looking at flowers, Melissa found this:

After conceding to the heat, we drove to some lackluster garage sales and saw this FANTASTIC garden.  I was taking photos and then I realized the owners were rightthere.  Oops.

And today, while in the fetal position from ANOTHER migraine, this arrived in at my door… (I purchased it Friday morning)

(BTW, it was a stupid weather day, I’ll take another photo of poochie when the sun is out.)
(who am I kidding, it’s never sunny here)





“Present”: A

12 06 2008

Seeing as I didn’t want to attach any significance or ranking to these posts, I guess letters came close…

Setting The Way Machine to the mid to late-1980’s……………………….

Saturday mornings, Mom would wake up early to go work at Silo (think Best Buy but in browns and yellows, circa 1980’s, microwaves as large as a countertop).
Dad would do his paperwork for the week and we’d listen to records.  For you youngings, “records” are pre-iPOD, pre-CD, Pre-Cassette and Pre-8 Track.
Some mornings, we’d hop in the Chevelle- Green on the outside, lipstick red on the inside- and drive around to garage sales.
Usually I’d get a toy of some kind and I don’t really think it’s that we were looking for anything in particular, it was a chance to get out and spend time together.
Pretty much whenever I hear Van Halen or Yes, I’m transported back to driving around Buffalo, hand out the window, letting the wind move my hand in the current with the faint smell of what what was most likley a gas leak.
These trips would usually culminate with a trip to Mighty Taco, Anderson’s (ice cream) or TCBY.