One guy even emailed this: “let me know when you drop the price 400.00. no offence.”
I had a good LOL session with that one. Steve’s asking about $700 for nearly-new off-road tires that are worth $800.

He’s had countless people email and try to talk him down, saying they just want the tires and not the wheels. Not only are the wheels not worth much by themselves, but it would be a pain in the butt, from what I understand, to separate the two and these people are trying to talk him down to half price by saying they don’t want the wheels.

Then there was the guy who was apparently surfing craigslist on his phone and emailed via text message on his phone. All he said was something like if you still have the tires call xxx-xxx-xxxx. Steve didn’t have a chance to call so the guy sent it again after two or three days. After about another week I emailed the guy’s phone telling him to go ahead and call Steve at his convenience to which he replied with the same canned message to call him. It’s like, what the heck? Steve finally got a chance to call him the next day and the guy actually wanted to trade an old truck that could never be street-legal for the tires. I mean, dude, if you want to trade that, just say so the first time and we’ll tell you straight up: NO WAY.

And speaking of trading, we’ve listed the tires for sale not for trade yet he keeps getting all sorts of off-the-wall trade requests. One guy wanted to trade a dune buggy for them.

Oh, but yes, I got a response about my SLR that’s still for sale. It’s the same old, “if you still have it, please call me,” response. We all know how much I hate those. The beauty of the internet is that we have a little thing called E-MAIL. There’s a reason I don’t put my phone number on the ads and that we’re trying to use craigslist and not the newspaper classifieds. What could he possibly want to say to me that he can’t say in email? I think I’m just going to reply that I’m sorry but I’m sick right now, can’t we just talk over email? It sounds lame but it’s completely true. I feel like crap, I woke up this morning with another sinus infection and I’ve been throwing up, etc. I most certainly don’t want to talk to anyone. Right now I don’t even feel like dealing with Christmas stuff this week. Bah.

I guess I just get tired of people who can’t seem to read things or be bothered to have common courtesy. I guess they think “there’s no harm in asking” but sheesh, THINK before you ask and at least try to offer something the seller might actually consider, heh.

And here’s another unrelated gripe. ATT/Yahoo keeps emailing me telling me to change my email program to use SSL for downloading and sending mail or I won’t be able to continue to use POP3. They said, “Since multiple email notifications have already been sent out about this, we request that you please make the necessary changes immediately. Remember, you need to make these changes if you want to continue to send/receive email using a mail client.” So I go into my email settings and I’ve already done these changes they want. So why the constant threats!?

And then, I go to email them and say I’ve already done this, so what’s the deal and I get the message that the “email us” support method is no longer available for DSL customers, that I HAVE to chat with them or call them. What the heck!? WHY ever not!???

— We had a flat tire Saturday, just as we rolled in to the Land of the Beyond. Steve was with me, though, so he promptly changed it. He’s been saying for months though, “we need to get new tires, we need to get new tires.” So tomorrow, we’re getting some new tires. Nine-hundred-freaking-bucks. That caused me to faint, too. And I’ll probably faint again when I take the Jeep in for the new tires. Praise the Lord for overtime, huh? He worked Saturday before the tire event. Ten hours. He gets paid for twenty. That freaking rocks.

— We also saw 61+ deer on Saturday. In the wild, we weren’t at a park or anything. That was awesome, and those were only the ones we could see to count. First it was a spike buck (see left) followed by a button buck and two does then we saw a fawn, spots and everything. Then after Steve did some bow hunting and me some nature photographing, a young buck with two does. Then, a mama with some does in one field, another doe in the other field across the road. And then? A whole field of them. Of course, there were more to make up the count of 61, but you get the idea. :)

— Was invited to a friend’s house today, along with another friend, to scrapbook. Our kids played. We scrapbooked. Yup, them sitting there with their paper and stickers and scissors and tape and glue and buttons and photos and and and… me with my laptop. Ha. I did the layout at the left. I don’t understand how they did 3 to my 1 considering I did my 1 faster than any of their 1′s. I guess I really can’t talk and do computer stuff at the same time. Good thing I wasn’t chewing gum, too. I took the photo in the layout today, too. Though one of the boys wouldn’t cooperate, he decided he didn’t want any photos done.

– Picked up my new medicine today: Xyzal. I’m hoping it works for me but I guess we really have no way of knowing unless I can make it through the fall, winter, and next spring in better health than I have been (especially of the last year, ugh). Not that I think it will be a cure-all, of course, but hopefully it will help keep me from getting so very sick and infected so much. Plus, according to the doctor, maybe my sinus cavities are perpetually swollen and therefore imitating a blockage, so this might help with that. But anyway, after our insurance (which rocks so far with medications) and the discount card that the doctor gave me, the medicine was FREE. I know I can’t use the discount card all the time but it looks like if I get a new one when it expires, I can get the medicine free 5 months out of the year. Not bad.

– But apparently, even though I didn’t have to pay for it, I’m still required to wait in long lines and have it scanned and sign for it. I looked at it and was like, “I don’t have to pay? SWEET. Let’s go, Elijah.” Next thing I know, I’m halfway out of the parking spot and the checking girl comes running out and asks if I had a prescription. Instead of, “yeah” I should have said, “what, do you routinely chase after people who don’t stop at the check-out counter?” So I had to go back in and wait and wait until it was my turn. She scanned it and had me sign. They got a nice squiggly line for their troubles. I always thought before, when signing, that I was signing because of using my debit card, but apparently not. What am I signing? Selling my soul to the pharmacy??

– One of my Jr High teachers found me on Facebook. Some of you might freak, but he was one of my all-time favorites, his wife, too. I love them. :)

– Um… lots of other stuff, too, methinks but I’ve already bored you enough. :P