I'm now 32 .. or 33, can't ever remember... I think that's a bad sign!! I moved into my house because the bottom level of my house has a basement with two windows and two "french doors." Lots of sunlight!!! But, when I moved in, there was one bare light bulb in the bottom level/basement. After running a little over 350 feet of wire, I began to build a shop. I can safely say the majority of materials for tables, shelves, and so on .. were salvaged from dumpster diving.
There's a funny story about that (not AT ALL funny to me at the time) .... On the lot next to me, a house was being built. The only good thing about that was that I could "dive" into the big steel dumpster and retrieve treasures... two by fours that were slightly twisted. The only problem I ran into was when I climbed up over the edge of the dumpster and dived right into it, as normal. Well, at some point, they emptied the dumpster. Long story short (shorter) I found myself in the bottom of a "trash can" without a way to get out. I can safely tell you that sleeping in a dumpster/trash can is not conducive to sleepng well. I can also safely say that yelling for help out of a construction dumpster does not help your reputation--- especially if you have a virgnia state trooper living next to you. None of this turned out to be important because no one heard me --- not even my lousy (sp?) dog, Bean. ... a lot of good SHE is.!! I guess I should have taken climbing lessons! But, this sort of thing is normal for me. For some reason, the stories that no one can believe are the ones I have to tell!! Well, what's life without a few good stories to tell?!! So, that's my long-winded asnwer to that question. Oh, and i'm actually a FEMALE!!! I can't seem to find any other females on this site... or any other site. I'm either missing them, or am the one odd woman on this site. Anyways, now you have more of a story than you bargined for!! cheers, bird