Thursday, July 29, 2010

Garage Sale Characters

So, I promised garage sale updates...

After an exhausting but really fun day, my friend and I raked in a combined $630... just by selling stuff we weren’t using anyway. Not too shabby. If that's all you wanted to know, you're free to go about your business.

If you want to hear about some of the strange people who shopped at the garage sale, read on!

Let's just say, the next time I have a garage sale, I’ll know what (or rather, who) to expect, including the following characters:

“The Early Bird” - This character showed up at 6:15 even though the sale wasn’t supposed to start until 7. He soon became “Walmart Guy” because he was trying to roll back all my prices hard core. I don’t take kindly to someone offering HALF my posted sticker price before the sale has even started. Not cool! Come back at noon, Buddy. Maybe by then I’ll be ready to make that kind of a deal.

“Garage Sale Crawlers” - These gals were going on a garage sale crawl... hitting up every sale in town one by one. They spent time on Criagslist and read the newspaper to map out a plan of attack. These ladies would probably make brilliant military strategists. They said our sale was a bit out of their way compared to the others on their list but they loved our neon pink signs so they just HAD to stop. Lesson learned: signage is key!

“The Re-Sale Shopper” - This woman bought a mess of our price-challenged goods with the goal of taking them back to her flea-market style knick-knack shop and selling them for 4 times the price she paid. More power to ya, Sistah!

“The Temper Tantrum Shopper” - When a woman offered 50 cents for a $2 item and my friend’s husband compromised for $1 she turned on her heel, marched back down the driveway and got back in her car. Clearly, the type of shopper that pulls a temper tantrum doesn’t know the subtle art of negotiation and instead appeals to the emotions. She thinks that by turning around and walking away, you’ll freak out over losing the sale and call out “Wait ma’am, I’ll sell it for 50 cents!’ Keep walking, Lady, because that’s just rude!

Another tantrum was thrown by a woman who became IRATE when my friend haggled on an item ANOTHER lady was interested in but not the one SHE wanted to buy. Sorry, $3 firm! She was so upset she began yelling at my friend. For a moment I thought I might have to step in... luckily, no one was harmed.

“The Offensive Pricer” - Like “the temper tantrum shopper,” “the offensive pricer” does not know how (or refuses) to negotiate. Case in point: a woman offered me $3 for a perfectly good rice cooker that I wanted $10 for and would have sold for $7... maybe $6 at the end of the day. Instead of going up to $5 when I suggested $9, she just repeated the $3 offer. Well now you’ve gone and offended me AND my rice cooker with your unreasonably low offer and refusal to budge. No dice! Besides, I’d rather have a rice cooker I NEVER use than your $3. Not worth it. Moving on.
“The Auctioneers” - When shoppers argue over the same item, the scene can quickly turn into an auction. As long as everyone fights clean, "the auctioneers" will actually HELP you. For instance, an indecisive woman was interested in two watches I was selling. I told her they were $5 a piece. She hemmed and hawed so I told her if she bought both I would take $8. (Reasonable, I thought.) More hemming and hawing. She decided against buying both and wanted to know how low I would go for one of them. 3 bucks, final offer. She needed time to contemplate. Then, as if I planned it, Lady No. 2 walks up and asks about the same watch. I told her I was asking $5 and that the lady right over there was also interested. 5 bucks? No problem, says Lady No. 2. Hey Lady No. 1, she’s offering my asking price! I’ll pay $6! she says. (Look whose singing a different tune!) Lady No. 2 doesn’t put up a fight the first lady ended up buying the thing for a dollar more than I asked and double the lowest price I offered. Let that be a lesson to you, Lady No. 1!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Everything must go!


I fancy myself a bit of a frugalista. I know what you're thinking... that's an obnoxious way to say I'm a miserly, penny-pinching cheapskate. In my mind, there’s a big difference between being frugal and being cheap. He’s where I draw the line... frugal is making conservative spending decisions regarding how I treat myself. If it’s between $30 jeans and $120 jeans you know which one will win out. As a coffee drinker with a several cup-a-day habit there’s no debate between daily Starbucks or buying canned coffee for a few pennies a cup. My old boss once told me that I live like I'm completely broke. :/ Compliment? Probably not. But guess what... it actually works! By following some of my favorite money gurus (Mom, Mary Hunt, Dave Ramsey) and adopting a frugal lifestyle, my husband and I have paid down thousands of dollars in debt and recently bought a car with cash. Dave Ramsey would shake my hand if he were here right now.

Cheap, on the other hand, is underspending when it comes to other people. It’s external. Tipping in the 10% range regardless of service quality is just plain stingy. There, I said it. If I want to be a tightwad when I shop for myself, who cares? But, if I buy crappy gifts for friends and family because I don’t want to spend the money, well, that’s just cheap. Don’t get me wrong - inexpensive, on-sale and homemade can be fine... it just depends on the thought behind the gift and the occasion. Being cheap really isn’t about money, it’s an attitude of "anti-generosity."

So, in my never ending quest for frugality I'm purging my closets, drawers and cabinets and having a garage sale - a great American ritual that is DECIDEDLY frugal in nature. I'm mercilessly separating the wants from the needs from the why-in-the-heck-do-I-have-this-in-the-first-places. Everything must go! I think my general lack of sentimentality has been helpful.

I'll be posting pictures and results from the garage sale... including total earnings.

Friday, June 18, 2010

A weekend in photos

I tried to capture the normal, or abnormal, activities that filled an unspecial weekend.
Here's what happened.

Mersey was awesome, as usual.
















Barbie pink manicure.














Not for Sale!














Home made shrimp pad thai.















Mexican food BBQ.















Caught up with 30 Rock.















Sweet, sweet Cuban espresso.















Ruby: Queen of Sunol Regional Wilderness.










Sunday, May 2, 2010

Ask me about being Cuban-American

Cruz dared me to blog about some of the socio-political issues related to being a Cuban-American woman. A worthy topic to be sure, but I'm not going to. Maybe it's my contrarian nature or maybe it's because I've ever only been the recipient of the best parts of being Cuban-American. (Hint: it's the latter.)
I get to experience Cuban food as "comfort food." Each dish has a memory or emotional attachment or time of year when it's best enjoyed. I grew up listening to the iconic music of Tito Puente and Celia Cruz, artists of international acclaim. I sort of learned to dance salsa which earns cool points in almost any social circle. With virtually no effort on my part, I have the gift of being able to speak a second language... one that's actually useful. Thanks to my Cuban grandmother, coffee has been a part of my life from a very young age... yes, they give coffee to children. I grew up in a large, tight-knit extended family of warm, boisterous, funny/crazy aunts, uncles and cousins. Can't you almost hear my soap box shrinking?
All that said, I'm humbled when I think about how my mom and her family lived through a terrifying political revolution. When my mom was seven, her mom, dad and five siblings uprooted their lives and moved to the United States as refugees with one suit case each. The eight of them moved into a tiny apartment in Miami and started over.
I never felt out of place in school; I was never "the one little brown girl" (Mom's words) among all the white kids. I never felt the fear or isolation of being the only person in the room who didn't understand English. My mom hasn't visited home for 50 years. I can go home whenever I want. I don't look Hispanic but even if I did, my maiden name (McFarlane) would instantly dash any suspicion. I grew up in the suburbs of south Orange County, 'nuf said. Other than friends making the occasional raft joke, I can't remember a single incident of prejudice for being Cuban-American.
If my mother hadn't moved to this country and lived through all the financial/social/political/familial/emotional hardships she experienced, I wouldn't be blogging right now; I wouldn't even be here.
One person's hardship is my blessing.
So, while I'm incredibly proud of my Cuban-American heritage, I'll leave the socio-political discourse to those who walked a far more difficult road than I did.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Dare Fail

I admit that the dare thing was a failure. These are the dares I got:
1. Have a baby. (no, thank you.)
2. Good idea; have a baby! (not yet!)
3. What she said: have a baby now! (I'm not ready, people! Back off already!)
4. Wear something pink and frilly (thanks Brenda... I like how you think that would be a MAJOR challenge for me. Dare complete, by the way.)
5. Get a tattoo. (That one is from my husband... of course he has no idea WHAT image I should get permanently sketch onto my skin. Thanks, hon.)

If I ever get a tattoo, I will probably go with something like pirate Hello Kitty in a star.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Dare Me

It's clear that I need more blog fodder. My life is simply not exciting enough to write about on a daily or weekly basis unless I'm participating in some kind of life-changing process (ie. moving across the state or subsisting on nothing but fruits, veggies and nuts). So... I'm opening my life up to a dare. Dare me to do something, or not do something for a certain period of time. I'll evaluate any dare I get based how realistic, time consuming and interesting it would be to fulfill it and hopefully I can find one that works. That way, YOU will have the satisfaction of me doing something weird that you're allowed to laugh at and I'll have something to write about.
Deal?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Gratitude

I wrapped up my raw week with a trip to Cafe Gratitude in Berkeley.

This raw vegan restaurant titles all
of its menu items with "I am" statements. For instance, I ordered "I am Passionate" marinara pizza and "I am Joyful" yerba mate tea. Jay enjoyed the "I am Magnificent" chocolate mousse. So when you order, the guy says, "So let me get this straight... you're passionate, joyful and magnificent?" "Yes. Yes I am." You can't help but feel good when you're there.