Monthly Archives: May 2010

Bag of Crap

Bag of Crap

One of my favorite websites to check every day is It is a site that sells one product a day at a pretty cheap price. Sometimes the items are refurbished and they tend to be more electronics (nerd) stuff. There is also,, and You can buy 1, 2 or 3 of the items and no matter the price of the item or quantity it ships for $5. It is fun to see the different items each day and if you’re lucky it will be something you want!

One of the best parts of the site is the woot-off. A woot-off is where there isn’t just one product during the day but many that they cycle though. Once they sell out it is gone and they move on to a different item. There is a progress bar showing how much is left but you don’t know the quantity of items being sold until after they are sold out. Woot-offs usually last for 24 to as much as 72 hours.

The perk of a woot-off is the infamous Random Crap or Bag of Crap (BOC). The is basically a grab bag of at least 3 items which could be lame or really good. Apparently some people have received flat screen tvs! You automatically have to buy 3 random craps at $1 each plus the $5 shipping is a grand total of $8 for your bag of crap. Sounds kind of fun right? Well it is except that they are very difficult to get. There are so many people try to get them at the same time that’s servers slow way down and they sell out in seconds. Part of the appeal is the game of trying to get the BOC before it sells out

If you know me at all you know I like games, winning stuff, and obtaining the last item of anything. For example, I will buy something at the store if it is the last one even if I don’t need it just to make sure I got the last one. It gives me some kind of rush to know that I got it. I am a master at claw machines. I have tons and tons of free apps on my iphone because I want to download them while they are free incase they start charging for them in the future (this strategy if you could call it that has definitely paid off). I get a panicky feeling where there is a long line for something even at a buffet where the food in unlimited. This is probably why I enjoy getting up at 4am to shop the day after Thanksgiving – for the sport of it all. Nothing beats buying a gas grill at 4am from Sears.

You probably can kind of see where this is going. I needed to get the BOC. I became obsessed with getting it. Luckily one of my coworkers also found the fun of trying to obtain the BOC and he read articles on how to do it and installed a tool on his computer to track items, show alerts, and automatically open the buy page when a BOC pops up during a woot-off. This definitely was better than my archaic method of refreshing the screen a million times when the item quantity was getting low to make sure I was on top of it when the item changed incase it was indeed a BOC. The refresh method isn’t all bad, one time I actually got to the payment screen and clicked the buy button and it had already sold out. That experience was super intense for me, my hand were shaking, heart racing all for nothing. After that I installed the tool and tried that. Unfortunately during the next few woot-offs there were not a BOC to be found.

Then it happened. On the second day of a woot-off this past week there was a BOC. I was ready for it. I was using the refresh method and the tool. I made it to the payment screen. Then to the yes I definitely want to buy this screen. Then I got a message saying they got my order but where trying to run my credit card and things were so slow it might not go through. I waited then my screen went white. Total panic. Did I just lose the coveted BOC? All of a sudden the screen refreshed and said it would ship in 5 days!! I had won! I got the confirmation email. Next I told everyone I knew (that would remotely care), ran over and told my coworker and did a small victory dance in my cube. Yes I was at work – we’ll call this the lunch break.

So what was in my BOC you may be wondering… it has yet to be delivered. Stay tuned for the contents of the BOC!

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Eating Machine

Eating Machine

Even thought it’s a bit after the fact I feel I must post my top ten list of comments said to me while pregnant. Stay tuned for my top ten comments said about my baby.

10.” You look really big.”

9. Conversation with person who shall remain nameless:

Noname: “Well you know… it could be twins”

Me: “No I had an ultrasound and there is definitely only one baby in there”

Noname: “Well you never know!”

Me (In my head): “Really???? I actually do know!!”

8. “Were you trying to get pregnant?”

7. “It is only going to get worse.”

6. Said to me when I was almost 7 months pregnant. “Are you pregnant?”

5. “Are you eating again?”

4. “Wow you are really big. Like your belly is really big.”

3. “You’re looking swell” (this was said to me 3 times, all by the same person)

2. Bumped into someone I knew at a restaurant here’s how the conversation went:

Someone I knew: “Salli what are you doing here?”

Me: “Going to eat some dinner”

Someone I knew: “Ohhh are you here eating for two?”

Me: “Nope, just eating dinner”

And my favorite from the entire nine months….

1. “Do you just feel like you’re an eating machine?”

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Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

A little post about transportation related annoyances…

Planes – flying with the American public has to be one of the worst experiences ever. Here are some of mine:

– 6:30am flight to the Happiest Place on Earth (Disneyland) where girl behind us had stinky feet. She was wearing flip flops and would scoot her stinky toes in and out of her sandals causing the smell to move around. I almost vomited. Not the Happiest Flight on Earth.

– 6 hour flight to Kona HI where lady next to me ate massive amounts of Boston Baked Beans (the candy) and chips. She even did that thing where you lick your finger to dab up all the crumbs at the bottom of the bag. Yuck.

– Friday night flight to Vegas. 3 drunk hoochies. Almost denied boarding. Sitting right behind me. Enough said.

Trains – next time I’m getting a sleeper car

Seattle to Montana with Mom and Brother:

– person in front and behind snored all night. They didn’t even have the courtesy to do it in unison. They alternated so it was like one big constant snore.

– a mom traveling with millions (ok I think 3 or 4) really energetic/annoying boys who every time they smelled something funny would say really loud (and then each brother would repeat) “It smells like horse pucky”

– too many delays, we could have driven there and back in the same time it took to get there

Automobiles – apparently they don’t check to see if you have a brain before issuing a license

people who drive 45 in the fast lane

– people who merge at 25

– people who don’t take a free right when they should

– currently my biggest annoyance is when the person in front doesn’t go when the light turns green. If you are in position #1 it is your job to have a rapid response off the line.

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Generationally Speaking

Generationally Speaking

I’m pretty sure that I was born in the wrong generation. I was 20 years too late! I would have enjoyed living in simpler times… no cell phones, internet, and information about anything at the click of a button. Gone are the days of hunting through the card catalog at the library for the book you needed. The cars of the 60s were amazing (pretty sure I would have driven a ’65 red Mustang). I think most of all though I loved the music of the 60s. When I say love I mean love. I know the words to most of the songs and it really is my music preference. In our new car we have a free trial of satellite radio and I adore it. They not only have an all 60s station but an entire station dedicated to Elvis! It had made my drive to work much more enjoyable to say the least!

So I guess that maybe it’s a bit strong to say that I was born in the wrong generation but sometimes I feel that way.  Perhaps I will build a time machine (I’m sure I can find building plans on the internet) and head back to see what its like. The grass is always greener on the other side…

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When it Rains it Pours

When it Rains it Pours

Morton Salt

“Morton… M – O – R – T – O – N… you know like the salt.” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said this over my life. It’s strange not saying it anymore even though I’ve been married for over 5 years already. However, being only 28, I have spent a little more than 78% of my life as a Morton.

I had no problem changing my name when I got married but I still think of myself as Salli Morton sometimes. I think that part of that is because now that I have a kid a lot of memories of my childhood are cropping up, memories of little Salli Morton.

Anyway, all of that to say my maiden name is the inspiration of my blog title. I don’t know exactly what this blog is going to look like or if I’m even going to be very consistent about posting but I thought it might be a fun thing to try. I figure I have enough going on in my life that is fairly interesting and possibly humorous.

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