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Saturday and Sunday – Final 2 Days of the Moving BACK-EAST Sale.

This weekend marks the last weekend I will be living in Vancouver BC. It is also the last two of six days of the Moving BACK-EAST Sale to find great things for sale in my apartment & on the deck.

Time – Noon to 4:00
When – Saturday & Sunday
Date – May 26th & 27th

Buzz #402 at 2228 Franklin St., Vancouver BC
Click here for the google map to get to my place.

I fly from Vancouver to Saint John, New Brunswick this Tuesday at 11:55PM. Just over four years in Vancouver seems to have passed so fast. I’m gonna miss it. As much as I’ll miss it, I long to live on the East Coast again among family and friends.

Please come and support me and my cat Missy by purchasing a couple of the following items.
Haggle with me if you like. Make an offer. I have priced some things and others not.
I am not working right now and therefore have no income except what I have been selling through this sale.

This is hard work. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.

The following is available for purchase:

Art boards (2 by 2 feet)
Roll of 100lbs Acid free paper – 48 inch by ?? – natural white
Roll of Black Plastic – 60 inch width – too many feet to count left

Stainless Steel Microwave – large, nice
Stainless Steel Wire Microwave Cart
Osterizer Blender
Dishes, glassware and cookware

Womyns Clothing – size 5 to 9

Sleeping bags
Camping chairs
Mini-burner for cooking
Coleman Light
Dart Board – Excellent condition with 6 darts

Board Games

IKEA – poang chair, lack shelves (3 single wall shelves – 110cm)

Drafting Table
Matching Shelf

TV, VCR

2 Wicker chairs
2 Beach Umbrellas
1 deck Umbrella
1 rust-free round metal deck table in great condition
BBQ

Cushions
2 Floor Lamps
Desk Lamp

Fountains – 2 unique :) (one outdoor and one indoor)

Beer and Wine making supplies – first come first serve
Huge REAL Punching Bag

2 cedar trees
Large spider plant in ceramic pot
Flowering indoor and outdoor plants (geraniums, poppies, lilies, African Violets)
Half barrel containing growing flowering shrubs, bushes and bulbs
Onions, lettuce, celery
Parsley, maltese crosses
Cacti

Many empty plastic pots – I picked out and sorted all sturdy usable ones
Great dirt! Really!
Wire plant supporters
A few small outdoor plant shelves – FREE

2 very much loved and used outdoor cat scratchers – FREE for your garden or backyard

Thanks everyone,
Jessica and Missy

5 things you didnt know about me CUBED

Having been tagged four times over with the same meme I thought it best to write out twenty things about me that you may not know in four parts of five. Those who pung (pinged) me were Jecklin, Tony, Franky and Range.

The first five are about family and tradition.

Saint John Old General Hospital Implosion - 1995The Old General Hospital I was born in was imploded in 1995. Click image for implosion.

My grandmother turns 93 this year on Christmas Day. She has two living sisters who are in their nineties’. She lives independently in her own apartment. Go grammie! I love you!

Christmas Eve saw my family and I routinely visiting my great aunt Sister *Loulabelle at the Convent. It was a gothic maze of gorgeous wooden and plaster architecture in which we were only permitted to travel into visitor allowed rooms. Next stop was my mysterious great uncle *William’s. His apartment was an eccentric living history museum! Then on we went to the Cathedral for mass. After preying my heart out we travelled to my Grandmother and Grandfather’s where much of the family spent Christmas Eve. It was always crowded with family too many to count. Usually around midnight we would travel back to our own family home and each open one gift.

In grade three at the age of eight I concluded that Santa’s handwriting appeared ever so similar to my mother and father’s. My mom politely asked me to keep it a secret from my brother. I advised my parents to not use the same wrapping paper or penmanship when wrapping gifts from Santa. My brother being two and half years younger, still needed to be protected from the truth. Man, it was one of the hardest secrets I had to carry. I think at age 11, I began hinting that Santa was not real; that he had lived long ago as Chris Cringle but that his spirit still visited us every year. I may have begun pointing out that mom and dad’s handwriting appeared to look a lot like Santa’s to my brother. I was the older sister and could not carry the burden of “knowing” any longer.

My favorite gifts to open were the one’s located in my stocking. I’d gather to guess that it was also my brother’s. One year my brother and I awoke on Christmas Day, wondered downstairs at the standard 4:00AM wake-up time to find many many more stockings than we could carry. There was one for our collie, one for each cat, one for my grandfather, one each for mom and dad and our own. We had a tradition of carrying them all upstairs to to our parents bedroom all at once to open them in bed. We sat dumbfounded not knowing how to accomplish this task. The stockings seemed extra heavy this year and we would not break the tradition of bringing them all up at once. How this tradition began I have long sense forgotten. We sat for an hour staring at the Christmas tree and gifts all the while becoming all the more excited, frantically waiting for 5AM to chime from the hallway clock. That was the time we thought it would be safe to awake our parents from slumber. At five o’clock, my brother peered over to me while I at him, both wide-eyed and crazy, we gathered up the eight stockings tenuously gripping four a piece. Not once, not twice but perhaps thrice we needed to stop and help eachother pick up fallen wrapped miniature gifts. We heaved them onto our parents bed yelling “Wake up it’s Christmas!”. At the same time we felt bad but really, we couldn’t help it as either of us hadn’t slept at all that Christmas Eve and knew come 11:00AM we, the Doyle family, would all be napping.

These are the first five. I will tag Communicatrix. Tomorrow another female will be tagged. You are it!