Numbers, jewelry, and a junk story...

Man, I love blogland! It's the best thing ever since the whole junk craze entered my life! Finding new blogs has been very addicting, and reading these junk blogs makes me feel like I've known you all for YEARS! It's great! For example, I actually think Sweet Melissa on this site first found Artsy-Fartsy girl, Janna, and told the other three of us how hilarious she is...and we love the junk she finds. You have no idea how many times I've laughed outloud reading her blog at my desk at work. Oops, did I just say that?

So, while reading her blog a couple weeks ago at home (wink) I see she has these metal numbers for sale...I love numbers and knew I had to have them. I mean, seriously, the 1 & 4 will be adorable on my mantel in February for Valentine's Day. Hello! Cute! OR just the 4 on the 4th of July! Hello! Cute!Then the next day I see this necklace she posted and loved it! So, I emailed her and bam...it was mine! Hello! Cute! So, she sends the great metal numbers to me today, along with the necklace and inside the package is an added bonus: this spoon with JUNK GIRL on it! My blog name! Hello! Cute!

The two charms I already had and I think the three go together well. It's SO me! How did she know?! Please check out her blog by clicking here: http://www.artsyfartsyfinds.blogspot.com. The girl has me in stitches daily with her great humor/stories, and she will you, too. So, today I thought I'd tell you a "funny" story myself, and it just happens to be junk related.

A couple years ago a house in town was being torn down, and word on the street was they were selling everything in it - doors, windows, woodwork, etc. The guy at the house asks me if I am looking for anything in particular and I ask if there were any old cupboards. He tells me there are some, down in the basement. Well, I proceed to follow him down in this dark, damp, smelly basement to find the cupboards were ugly and not at all what I wanted. So, I follow him back upstairs and leave. A few days later I find out the guy is a REGISTERED SEX OFFENDER. Oh, nice one! Just dandy. You have to understand: 1) this would only happen to me, and 2) don't tell my husband because he has no idea I was an IDIOT and went in a basement alone with a complete stranger. After the horrific discovery, I unfortunately made the mistake of blurting it to my lovely co-workers who understandably have never let me live it down to this day. No, I wasn't attacked and thank God I evidently wasn't interesting prey. They tell me I would have gone down in that basement even if I had known, since they are aware I have gone to great lengths for junk. Uh, NO!!

Hey, if you've got a great/fun/inspiring or disturbing story (like mine) to tell, please leave a comment. After all, we could all use a good laugh!