Craigslist selling tips

Craigslist is a great way to find new homes for your embarrassment of riches. Or as I used to exclaim after each sale: I can’t believe people pay to help me clear out the garage! Craigslist is not about making a ton of money, it’s about finding exactly the right owner for the stuff you don’t need nor want.

So for those of you who are currently Craigslisting or those of you who are ready to get in the game, here are my Craigslist tips after the jump.



Adventures in Volunteering

This week , I am volunteering at vacation bible school at our church. (Don’t worry, I can keep it clean for the kiddies!)  So in order to patch my personal suck, will be having shortened posts this week. In honor of the summer of service, here are 5 lessons learned from volunteering:

Me and my homegirl, D.

Me and my homegirl, D.


Story of Stuff, Part Deux

Thats a lot of gifs.

That's a lot of stuff.

Growing up, there was a girl in our apartment complex that was pretty spoiled. Not only was she an only child, her grandparents lived in that same apartment complex so she had lots of stuff. And she had the good stuff, you know, all the stuff from the cool commercials during Saturday morning cartoons. The first time I walked in I couldn’t believe a girl could be so lucky.

But it wasn’t fun to play in her room. When we would try to play with the toys, the were in bad shape. Not overused, just mistreated and abused. Expensive toys were drawn  on, broken, destroyed and then strewn carelessly aside.

Her room was a mess. You’d trip over toys any time you tried to walk across the floor. If I would try to pick up one toy, a giant mass of tangled messiness came along and it was SO not worth trying to untangle whatever I was reaching for. More

Story of Stuff

Okay ya’ll. I have been putting this off post because it’s going to be hard on you. I shared Story of Stuff on facebook months ago and was surprised at how strongly some people reacted. They got all up in arms about the tone or labeled it one-sided. I disagree. The tone is really straight forward, it’s made for kids but trust me, you will learn A LOT.  As for it being one sided? I think we just aren’t accustomed to hearing truth without it being sugar coated to make it easier on us.

I’m not gonna lie, this is really long for the internet and I’m asking you to watch all of it, please. Sad that we rarely give anything 20 minutes of our undivided attention anymore, but that’s another post for another day.


A mind like water

Living the dream

Living the dream

As I’ve mentioned, cosmic colonic has helped me clear out the stuff I don’t need to  make room for what matters. But years of procrastination habits are hard to break and Ole Bonita backslides now and again. These are the things that built up in my head the last few weeks:

finish latest mix and make label, kids need shoes, get rx refilled, order moisturizer on-line,  we’re out of trashbags, need to get tons of pics off camera and edited and shared, many emails to catch up with, need to get rental car for europe, and that one night in a’dam, need new sunscreen don’t like the one we have, want to get the bedroom painted, blog entry, blog entry, blog entry, need time with hubby, need to research video editing software, what is that smell?!, what’s for dinner, shit we’re out of coffee AGAIN….

As I’m thinking about them, even just typing them now, my shoulders tense, I hunch over, my jaw tightens. I’m wound tight, this is not good for my mental or physical well-being. This stuff has to be managed or it takes over. I don’t get to enjoy the good stuff of life when I am obsessing over all these unfinished tasks. The saddest part, I got half of these dumb nuisances handled over the weekend most of them took, you guessed it, less than 10 minutes. More

New Mexico road trippin’

I’m a New Mexican. It’s a big part of my identity. I have been living in the Northwest for years, but I still feel like a stranger in a strange land. I am a scrappy, outgoing, loud white girl with a big laugh. See? New Mexican, through and through. And there’s nothing I love more than to be out driving on the open road, music blaring, hair blowing in the wind.

Here comes trouble!
The sisters

Growing up in New Mexico, we road tripped all the time. We had family all over the state, it was how we saw each other. A four hour drive was pretty standard. That’s how long it took to get from Las Cruces to Artesia. Or Santa Fe to Las Cruces. A five hour drive can get a bit long, anything under three hours, feels like nothing. (Hello, Albuquerque to Cruces goes so fast!) Of course it helps that we average 85 mph on I-25. It’s can’t be helped, we all have lead feet when it comes to New Mexico highways. More

If you’re waiting for a sign, here it is!

Remember the Summer of Love? Okay, probably not, seeing how most of us weren’t born yet. Do you remember hearing our parents wax nostalgic about the Summer of Love? From Wikipedia:

The Summer of Love refers to the summer of 1967, when as many as 100,000 people converged on the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of  San Francisco, creating a phenomenon of cultural and political rebellion. [It] was the center of the hippie revolution, a melting pot of music, psychoactive drugs, sexual freedom, creative expression, and politics. The Summer of Love became a defining moment of the 1960s, as the hippie counterculture movement came into public awareness.

Let’s declare 2009: the Summer of Hope! Let’s make this summer a defining moment. Whatever you have been thinking about, DO IT. For me, it was the tat. The outward symbol that EVERYTHING is different now, I am different now. The time for deliberation and questioning is over. I know what needs to be done and I’m taking names and kicking ass. Everything is being re-evaluated and frankly, I ain’t bullshittin’ on front street no more.

Post tat.

Post tat.

And while I don’t really think we need to focus on the psychoactive drugs or sexual freedom so much this time around (that door is still WIDE open) we definitely could use a renaissance of MUSIC, CREATIVE EXPRESSION, AND POLITICS. More

La Bonita got her tat!

I am listening to my latest mix, Revolucion!, and feeling like Bonita Badass. I love love love the tat that Shiloah designed. She exceeded all my expectations. It is so beautiful and she hasn’t even gotten to the color, which is going to make it AMAZING!

Bonita y La Reina

Bonita y La Reina

I have been working on having faith, it’s not a natural state for me. When I left the shop last Tuesday, I felt so good about the meeting and the decision to work with Shiloah. But then, I had five days to second guess myself. What if I don’t like the design? Maybe I shouldn’t have decided to start the tat the same day I went in to see the design.  Or perhaps the most obvious question: Am I too old for this?  Because most 37 year old mothers of two don’t decide to get a tatoo…. More

Resistance is futile, rescheduling pointless.

Flakey Sue

Flakey Sue

I am such a resistant girl. I’ve always been hella independent and never liked being told what to do. But the resistance runs much deeper than that and it, coupled with wicked guilty streak, just left me in a toxic cocktail of feeling really bad. It’s caused me a lot of mental anguish over the years and it’s something I have had to address during the cosmic colonic.

Yesterday, I had an appointment to go have coffee with couple from church at their new assisted living home. I initiated the meeting. The elderly lady took a shine to me at church and I love being her “young” friend. I knew the people at the assisted living home would love Baby Applebum, it was something I really wanted to do. But then the day approaches and that’s when my nonsense starts… More

I’ve crossed a line!

I had such an amazing day today. A Wu-wei sort of day. I planned none of it, but everything got done.

I took the next step to getting a second tattoo. I had decided to go for it a month ago, but I was getting hung up on the design and which shop to use. I was starting to feel myself getting stuck, so I abruptly decided to just take the next step. I literally went looking for a tat shop on the way home from the grocery store.

First tat

First tat


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