Monday Morning Musings - I Want My Two Dollars!

I had a garage sale once. You remember? I said I would NEVER do that again. Well, I did it. Only it wasn't my garage sale. It was my mother's. The good thing about this one was we had a lot of adults to help so the burden wasn't so heavy for one person. And my kids, they loved it. They pretty much ran the whole thing, they kept running up to my mom handing her fist fulls of money. I sat back and was thoroughly entertained by all the crazy people that came by. And when I say crazy, I mean certifiably. Crazy. People.

This one lady. Hoooh! She was a real piece of work. She hung out for about an hour. She made no sense at all when she talked. She started to "faint" when I was standing next to her and I had to yell for someone to bring me a chair. She was leaning on me and I was afraid that if she fell on me I would be crushed and there would be no chance that anyone could lift her off of me. She asked for some water. We gave her some. She saw our box of Krispy Kreme's in the garage that we had for breakfast and asked if she could have one. She took two. Then she asked for a napkin. She bought a big item at the sale and we could have made it fit in her vehicle if she would have let us move things around, but she wouldn't (I think she just wanted to come back to visit us). As she was pulling away she rolled down her window and asked if any of us had a truck or SUV that we could load the thing into and follow her home. We all just stared at her. She asked again. We all said "NO!" at the same time. It was funny 'cause there was no one else there at the sale at the time and Sam's truck was in the side driveway, Steve's truck was in front of the house and Carla, my mom's friend, her SUV was in front of the house. So she came back later that night after everything was cleaned up. She went into the garage and started rooting around. I told her that we didn't have anything left, we had hauled it all of, and the stuff in the garage was NOT for sale. Emily said she saw her take 3 DVD's out of the garage (they had accidentally been put in the sale and we stuck them in there), and sure enough, they were missing when we went out to look. When Steve was helping her load the thing in her car, she started going, "OUCH! MY EYE!" Like the thing had hit her in the eye. She was covering it, crying, and she kept saying "MY EYE!", and then she would look at me. Then she would say it again and look at Steve, trying to get some sympathy from us. We both just stared at her. I don't know what Steve was thinking, but I know what I was thinking: "Shut your drama mouth up, get in the car, drive away, and don't freakin' ever come back!!!". Cer-ti-fi-able.

Steve and I have been reliving the '80's through movies. Two weekends ago, we watched Pretty in Pink. I told him I thought he should start dressing like Duckie. I was being totally serious. That look is back in style now, kind of. He didn't even dignify that request with any kind of acknowledgement. He just pretended like I didn't say anything at all. I think this is a perfectly acceptable look for a 42 year old father of 4/business owner:

Then last weekend we watched Say Anything. I had another suggestion. I told Steve he should come home from work one day and stand in the driveway with a boombox held over his head playing "In Your Eyes". At least he didn't ignore me this time. He said he didn't have a boombox. I said he could use Aubrey's little pink one. He said he didn't think he could hold it above his head for the whole song. I suggested he use an ipod. Then he pretty much started ignoring me.

Next on our list of '80's movies, Better Off Dead. "Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn."



While cleaning out my mother's house, I came across my old prom dress. I was shocked at the size. Who knew I was ever that skinny. I think I would be hard pressed to fit my right thigh into that dress today. I showed it to Emily and she said, "Mom, you wore this dress? It is soooo immodest!" Great. She wanted to try it on:

We had a good storm pass through here on Sunday. At one point we saw lightning hit the field out behind our house. The thunder that accompanied it was rather loud. Aubrey said, "Usually I like thunder and lightning because it is pretty to watch, but that last one scared the heck outta me!" After the rain was over, I took this picture: