Craigslist: Friend and Foe

The word “Craigslist” elicits a lot of mixed opinions, and perhaps rightfully so. I think we’ve all seen Lifetime’s cinematic masterpiece The Craigslist Killer by now. (and if you haven’t, do yourself a favor and watch it immediately). But murder and prostitution aside, Craiglist is truly an amazing invention, and one that I’ve come to use more and more over the years. My most recent (ab)use of Craigslist involves posting items in “Free Stuff” that I would otherwise have to pay a junk hauler to take away. After moving into our new house in July, I have become obsessed with getting rid of as much crap (deemed so by me) as possible.

It’s been a gradual metamorphosis, but one that has picked up considerable momentum over the last couple of years. I used to be more sentimental, holding on to clothing, knick knacks, and other random objects move after move, year after year.  It’s easy to justify keeping anything, but once I started throwing stuff out and giving it away, I couldn’t stop. I literally walk around my house and closet thinking about what I can get rid of.  Wait, that sounds kind of twisted, but I think my discretion is on point (on fleek). Plus I feel that if I get rid of loads of mediocre (or actual) crap, I am justified in purchasing 1 or 2 nice items to replace it (do you see the connection? Just go with me on this). I am by no means a disciple of Marie Kondo (though it’s worth a read), but more a pseudo-minimalist in order to better justify future shopping sprees.

That said, there are some items that are not even a close call. They are basically actual garbage that must be discarded of immediately. Like this desk.

This picture is FAR more flattering than in reality. And is it really all that flattering?

This picture is FAR more flattering than in reality. And is it really all that flattering?

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My doctor, the felon

File this one under: you can’t make this shit up. A little background – I am pregnant with baby #3(!) due in December. Sadly, it looks like my last blog post was BEFORE baby #2 was even born. I am ashamed, I really am. But my dismal blogging aside, I absolutely have to share the following story for no other reason than pure entertainment value. (I’ve tried to keep it as succinct as possible, but may have failed. Just know that every word was totally necessary).

Some of you may recall that I had a few complaints about my prior OB/GYN. Namely, her lack of any semblance of a personality. Personality issues are certainly concerning, but she did manage to deliver Jonah without any sort of medical emergency arising, so we’ll give her that. Nonetheless, when I realized I would be in need of OB services yet again (another post for another day… if you’re lucky), I knew I would not be returning to Ms. Yawn Fest. I did a little Yelping, called a few doctors, and settled on my new OB (name withheld to protect the…guilty). For blog purposes, let’s call him Dr. B. He had a solo practice and great reviews, so I though I’d give it a go.

My very first appointment, I knew I’d made a good decision. Dr. B is a total whack job, in the most complimentary sense of that term. He’s funny, blunt, and personable, and has also been delivering babies for decades. A little crazy, but if you’re into that sort of thing (I am), you’d appreciate it.

Life went on. Pregnancy went on. Nothing exciting until one day I needed to call his office, so I Googled his office number and up popped… a mug shot. Yes, a mug shot. As in, a picture of Dr. B with a label on the bottom stating, “photo courtesy of Orange County District Attorney’s office.” He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t exactly frowning, so at first I wasn’t sure whether it was just a professional photo of him. Until I noticed the jumpsuit. Yup, there was no getting around it. Dr. B was in police custody at the time of this photograph. Well, then. That’s not great. I called his office, half expecting a disconnected line, but they answered the phone like, ain’t no thang and confirmed that yes, my appointment was, in fact, still on.

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