{Thank-you Mr. Mailman and Mr. Craigslist}

What happens when a white cowhide rug that I was going to order a couple years ago finally gets delivered to my house?

It makes me motivated to finish the project of decorating the front entry/room.

It even made me want to change the room around a bit & add 3 lamps that I just picked up @ the thrift stores. As I sat there late last night observing the room, I realized that besides a few things, everything in the room had been thrifted and all had a story. Well actually the chrome faux bamboo tables came from Craigslist a few years back but weren't without a story. You see I started searching other cities that my sisters might live in. When I spotted the tables on Portland's Craigslist I knew they were mine. The only problem was who was going to pick them up...well sister of course and at least the tables weren't large like the faux bamboo dining chairs I had just persued there. She was such a sport and so was her husband as he packed them onto the plane....without the glass of course. She didn't even try to judge my craziness as I was still riding on the ticket that said, "Be easy on me I just had triplets". That's when a flood of memories came pouring in. I remembered that I was suppose to write the guy that started Craigslist a thank-you card because he provided so much for me in my life a few months after the boys were born when I felt stuck in the house but didn't want to take them out in public yet. We would drive all accross the Valley, everyone in tow. That was when I realized that there was so much I didn't know about the Valley. Craigslist helped me to feel free and not so stuck. The only problem was I dragged my Dad's truck into the scenario more than not. So today thank you Dad, sister, sister's husband & Craiglist. I have many items to prove that I benefited from your services.

AND it's BACK..didn't last long.