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How to Write a Good Craigslist Ad

This might be boasting, but sometimes something is true and also boasting. The fact that something is boasting does not always negate the necessity of it being said.

That said, here’s the boast: I am really good at writing Craigslist ads. If I were dressed all in black and kind of sneaky while I did it, I could even be considered a Craigslist ad-writing ninja.

For example, Wes tried to sell his old office chair for six months, posting and re-posting ad nauseum. I took over the task and got the chair sold in 24 hours.

Maybe this just indicates that Wes is terrible at Craigslist ads, but I don’t think so. I think I have skills. Skills I will now share with you, because I was an excellent kindergarten student and got a gold star in sharing.

  1. Write a keyword rich title. Think of what you’re selling, and imagine what words you would use to search for that exact thing. It’s okay if your title is kind of boring, it’s more important for it to attract the right shoppers than for it to be pithy. For example, “Black leather office chair” is a lot more helpful than “Super comfy office chair.”
  2. Be descriptive and a little funny with the listing. Once you have your title, you can have a little more fun. The best Craigslist ads have a little personality. Keep the punctuation correct (people notice, believe me) and be as descriptive as you can. Take measurements, list little details about what you’re selling, and remember always that you are selling something. Make it sound good! If you don’t care about it, no one else will either.
  3. Take good pictures. A dark grainy shot of your dining room table covered in old electronics equipment isn’t going to attract anyone’s eye. Make sure the lighting is good, the item for sale is alone in the shot, and include additional detailed pictures as needed. It takes a little extra effort, but buyers will appreciate it and be more likely to feel comfortable coming to pick it up if they’re reasonably certain of what they’ll see when they get to your house.
  4. Price it well. Before you decide on a price for your item, shop around Craigslist and get an idea of what similar stuff is selling for. You’ll get absolutely no interest in your item if you’re asking for way more money than anyone else. This will also save you from losing out on potential money by inadvertently offering someone the deal of a lifetime.
  5. Choose your words carefully. Think about how your adjectives might be perceived, and how they’re generally used on Craigslist. Words like, “Comfy” have a connotation of something that’s not much to look at but comfortable to sit on. Does your couch have a tiny rip or is it torn? Does your DVD player work or does it run perfectly? Be judicious, but don’t lie. Never lie. That’s mean.
There you have it. My five tips for writing Craigslist ads like a pro. Feel free to chime in with your tips in the comments section!

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Montessori Musings

Am I the only one who thinks of preschool and thinks, “Oh, cool. A chance for kids to learn how to play nicely with other kids, learn some colors and shapes, and figure out life in a classroom”? That had always been my impression…Until I toured a Montessori school.

Wes, being the stalwart Libertarian Constitutionist he is, asked me to look into Montessori education for our son. I took one look at the tuition for Montessori and passed out, then refused to look into it any more.

We saw a booth for a local Montessori at the farmer’s market on Wednesday so I stopped by to see what it was all about. They invited me to take a tour, which I did today.

Oh my goodness, you guys. They’ve figured out a way to civilize toddlers. The toddler room was so quiet, all the little kids just working away industrially on their developmentally-appropriate projects. A few came up to me and were exquisitely polite, and it was astounding to see these toddlers doing stuff like serving their own snacks using tongs and then carrying their plates to the table, where they sat and ate them nicely.

And then there was Aidan, rushing into the fray like a tiny conquering Viking child, messing with the other childrens’ projects and making a giant crumby mess of the snack table. I watched a little girl use a tiny brush and dustpan to sweep up the crumbs and could scarcely believe my eyes.

There is something to be said for the Montessory approach to educating children. I have never, in my life, seen children engaged in learning like that. Kids working on numbers and mathematics because they were interested in it, not because a teacher told them it was time to work on math. Absolutely incredible.

Man sakes alive is it expensive, though. I mean, think of a number you would feel extremely uneasy about paying each month for preschool tuition. Then double it. Then maybe double it again.

Is it worth it? Argh, that’s the crux of the problem, isn’t it? Experts say the most important foundations for how children learn are established from ages 0-6, so maybe. As a parent, you want to provide the absolute best possible start for your kids. Then again, when you’re talking these kinds of monthly costs, you start to really wonder how important it is to send your child to the Super Genius Kids’ Preschool.

You know what I could really go for right now? A giant pile of money. Or, better yet, a giant pile of gold bricks. Aidan can use them to weigh down his Montessori art projects.

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This is a funny comic quasi-related to dating.

That last post was a bit of a downer!  Sorry about that.  I usually stick to my policy of “Step away from the computer if you’re having a rough day” but I didn’t listen to myself yesterday and that’s what happened.

I’m feeling much more sane today.  Wes and I went out for a date for the first time since early December and lo, it was magical.  He called me to say he was on his way home and I asked him to see if his mother was available to watch Aidan so we could go out on a date.  He called, she said she was, and we hightailed it to a local Chinese restaurant (we had a coupon) and feasted in peace!

It’s really incredible to me how important dates are now that we have a child.  Pre-parenthood, Wes and I were really broke and we were lucky if we could go out on 2-3 dates a year.  Now, though, they’ve become more or less a necessity.  It’s just really hard to connect and enjoy your spouse as a spouse when you’re both embroiled in parenting.

It feels like sometimes it was easier to be married before we had kids.  It was still work, what with the communicating and the honesty and the being nice, but we just had so much time to focus on each other.

With Aidan in the picture (which brightens up the whole picture, mind you) there’s just a whole lot more stuff that gets in the way.  A whole lot more fatigue, stress, and general life things.  Making time for one another is now a conscious thing we do, as opposed to being a mere byproduct of living together.

After I had Aidan, my midwife and I were discussing the huge change a baby brings to a marriage.  She phrased it eloquently, saying that before you have kids it’s like you and your spouse are face to face, working together.  When you have a baby, suddenly you and your spouse are back to back, each of you working on something, together but separate.

I think that’s why dates become so important for parents.  A little time to face each other and remember your spouse not as a help-mate or as a parent, but as a person.  An interesting person with funny things to say.  And an attractive one, to boot.

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WTF, WF?

I’ve mentioned it on here perhaps a dozen times, but only in passing so I wouldn’t be surprised if longtime readers don’t remember.  Don’t remember what, you ask?  Why, that Wes and I have been trying to get our mortgage modified for the better part of two years, that’s what.

A long, long time ago, I can still remember how the thought of a modified mortgage used to make me smile…

A couple years ago, our job situation got all shaken up and our income was seriously reduced.  This was a problem, because we were one of the hapless millions who bought homes they, strictly speaking, couldn’t really afford.  Our mortgage gobbed up as much as 60% of our income at times, and sensible lending practices dictate that your mortgage should account for no more than 30% of your income.

Still, we made the payments.  We scrimped, never went on dates (seriously, there was one year when we went on two dates.  Total.  Both of which were paid for by gift certificates) and kept our house so frigid that we wore three layers of clothing and huddled under blankets during the winter.  We considered living la vida poverty worthwhile because we had a house.  A house, we were assured, was the best investment you could make.

Until it wasn’t.  It turns out we bought our house at the apex of the housing market, and when the housing prices began self-correcting, we were dismayed to find that our house was worth far less than we had paid for it.  So now we had an income-gobbling mortgage on a house we had no hope of selling.

All this would have been fine, except for the issue of the house itself.  This house is a fine starter house, and is perfectly sufficient for two adults and a baby.  There is, however, no room for a second baby.  There wouldn’t even be room for a dog, and a baby.  We have a little over 1000 square feet, a washer and dryer that live in the garage (where they freeze and become useless in the winter), and no pantry.  There is really no way we can stay here indefinitely.

So, we pursued a mortgage modification.  Supposedly our bank, Wells Fargo, would be motivated to modify our mortgage rather than risk us foreclosing on our house.  Well, they’re either too stupid to put those pieces together or unfazed by the idea of a foreclosure, because it’s taken us two years to get a modification proposal from them.

We received the proposal yesterday.  I opened the envelope with incredulity, which quickly turned to dismay when I realize what they were proposing.  Their proposal was to turn our 5 Year ARM into a 30 Year Fixed mortgage…And increase our monthly payments by a little over $500 per month.

Wells Fargo mortgage modification specialist.

Wells Fargo mortgage modification specialist.

That’s right.  Increase.

All I can say to that is, WTF, WF?  I mean, in what kind of perpetual opposite-day must they be living to think that, if we’re having trouble with our current mortgage payment, increasing it by $500 per month is going to help?

I mean, even if all things remain equal, our interest rate will change when our ARM is up in a year so we’re still screwed.  Now we have some serious negotiating to do with our (pigheaded, idiotic, dumb dumb dumb) bank.  If they’re unwilling to offer something that’s even vaguely realistic, we’re facing some big decisions.

Lucky for me, I have the perfect antidote to big decisions: baby cuddles.  Aidan’s in this really great phase where he falls asleep while eating, thereby enabling me to cuddle his sweetly sleeping self for as long as I want.  Yeah, I forsee a great many cuddles in the near future.

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Have you ever had one of those days where you worked your tail off and ran around like a crazy person all day, and then when someone asked you what you did that day it all came out sounding like not very much at all?  I kind of feel like that’s every day of being a stay at home mom.

I mean, a typical day looks a lot like this:

  • Baby wakes me up via talking sounds over the monitor.  Walk into nursery to find Aidan smiling and talking to the flying koopa above his crib.
  • Change baby, get dressed, make bed, make breakfast, then feed baby while eating breakfast.  Wipe crumbs off his head.
  • Play with baby for about an hour.  This entails tummy time, reading books, going for walks, staring at the ceiling, running errands, cleaning the house, laundry, etc.
  • First nap time, which can and will only ever happen in my arms.  I spend this hour holding the baby with one hand, reading and not commenting on blogs with my other hand (I hate one-handed typing!).
  • Baby wakes up, change baby, feed baby, play time!
  • Second nap, which can and will only ever happen in his swing.  During this hour I clock into work for what I hope will be a solid uninterrupted hour of working time.  This rarely happens, but I still hope for it every day.
  • Change and feed awake baby, make dinner, welcome husband home, eatdinnerwatchTVfeedbabyputbabytobedshowerbedtimeforme (evenings always go by in a blur).

So, obviously I don’t do nothing.  Why, then, do I never have a response when people ask me what I do all day?  I guess I could say, “I kept a tiny human alive and ran my household like a rock star” but that would probably only result in even more strange looks from those who are silly enough to ask me that question.

Clearly the only people who would ask a stay at home what she does all day are people who have never had babies…

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