I Blame Steve

In the last two years (how have I already been married two years?? Whoever has the time accelerator needs to cool it...) I have...

I don't know if I can admit this to the public.

Here we go...

In the past two years, I have started to like Sci Fi movies and shows.

(Are there support groups for people like me???)

It all started with Battlestar Galactica. (I can't believe I'm even typing these words) The story was so engaging. I liked all of the characters from the very first episode. It went from being ok to have it one while I was in the room, to Steve not being able to watch it without me, to counting down the minutes until Steve got home so we could put it back on. It's a slippery slope... 

One thing led to another, and all of the sudden I get jokes about Star Trek, and I'm watching the extended edition of Lord of the Rings. 

I was ok with all these changes. Marriage is about compromise, right? Steve eats salad now. We have both changed. But then, the strangest thing happened.

I had added Sleepless in Seattle to the instant queue on Netflix, and was planning on watching it when I had a Steve free few hours. Its one of my favorite movies, and I couldn't wait! Last week sometime, I couldn't sleep, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity. But the strangest thing happened. Instead of enjoying the charming Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, I found myself picking holes in the plot, and rolling my eyes at all the cheesy-ness. I still enjoyed parts of the movie (best part ever, where the men are talking about how an action movie makes them cry like An Affair to Remember. Priceless!!), but overall, I found it shallow, implausible, and annoying.

It's like I don't even know myself anymore... 

I blame Steve. 

Inflation

I hate the thought of inflation. I hate thinking that the raise I got this year was basically nothing, because everything is going to cost more anyway. But I have been noticing the effects of inflation on Craigslist.

A side note about Craigslist: My sister and brother in law recently bought a hot tub off of Craigslist. My 5 year old niece told my mom that they got the hot tub from her dad's friend named Craig. Isn't that cute??

Anyway. We have a very empty house to furnish, and what better way to fill it up than by buying people's old used stuff?? It's better for the environment, better for my bank account, and I feel like I'm helping someone out. Or giving them beer money. Whatever. I remember getting a ton of great deals there when I lived in Phoenix. The stuff may not have been the best quality (I write as I stare at the $10 coffee table with one leg falling off... Hey, it lasted 5 years and 6 moves!) but it was CHEAP!

But I've been on Craigslist pretty much every day for the last month, and I've started to notice - people want a lot of money for their old used junk!! A broken down couch for $700. A particle board desk for $200. And seriously people - it's DINING room table, not DINNING!!! Oh, and while we're on the subject. Having something in your house since 1982 does not make it an antique!! Sometimes its just an old piece of junk. Make your peace with that.

I have a few theories about why this is happening:

1. People are more informed than they used to be. They search the internets to see how much everyone else is charging, and price accordingly. They can figure out that the DINING room table they got from their great aunt is actually worth something.
2. People is San Antonio are all dirty rotten Craigslist thieves who can't spell, and want to take all my money and leave nothing for my unborn child's college fund.
3. People barter so much that everyone sets the prices at triple of what they actually hope to get for an item.

Maybe I just need to shell out the cash at a furniture store. I'm starting to lose my faith in mankind... and spell check...