the one where i sell the shirt off your back
The Hodges decided to have a yard sale to help with the purging process before our move to Nashville. This is a first for me. I’ve never had a yard sale before. I cringe at even the thought of stopping at someone else’s. It all just seems so awkward to me.
So all week I’ve been asking stupid questions about how the heck you actually run a garage sale, and the likelihood of people showing up and buying our stuff. It just seemed so beyond me! But I went through my things and added a bunch of stuff to our garage sale pile.
It’s been a crazy whirlwind around here, so we really didn’t do much of anything to prepare for the sale today. Yesterday Brent put up a listing on Craig’s List — announcing it would start at 8 am—and late last night we went and bought a “garage sale” sign to stick on the corner. We got a bit of a late start this morning and when Tam opened the front door at 8:15 to start bringing things out, there was already a guy standing there waiting. Seriously!? Even though there wasn’t a blessed thing out in the front yard yet!? I don’t understand this! HA!
As soon as we started carrying things outside, people began showing up in droves. There were suddenly multitudes — of Biblical proportions! I just kept laughing and shaking my head and exclaiming, “I don’t get it! Where are all these people coming from?!” These, apparently, were the professional yard-salers. The ones who scour the local Craig’s List listings and show up early for “the good stuff”. It was seriously cracking me up.
I jumped right into the spirit of yard-saling. I kept going back inside and scouring the house for more and more things we could sell. “You don’t use this, do you?” “What about this?” “Can I get a screwdriver to get this thing off the wall? Tam laughed so hard she almost peed her pants when I came out carrying a large potted plant and plopped it down in the yard with a $5 sticker on it.
Good times.
It’s been such an entertaining day. The people-watching has been awesome, made even funnier by our own Mystery Science Theater commentary of course.
It all is still so strange to me. I still don’t get it. And it still cracks me the frick up.
Annnnd I’m still wondering if I should make another pass through the house for any last minute items. “Excuse me, Tam. I need that chair…”
What about you? Are you a garage-saler?
other than cocktail
Fill in the blank:
I’ve never met a ____________ I didn’t like.
__________
monday morning confession
If I could get any cosmetic procedure I wanted, it would be permanent hair removal everywhere below my eyes.
Your turn.
other than take it
Finish this line:
When you come to a fork in the road…
a Christmas give-list
Everybody has a Christmas wish-list.
Some written… Some spoken… Some that you never say out loud, but secretly hope for.
So I know you’ve got a wish-list.
But forget about that for a moment.
What’s on your give-list?
Not what you want to get, but what you’d love to give.
What’s a big-dream gift you wish you could give someone?
I’m not talking about world peace or heart healing or contentment. Nothing intangible.
Real gifts. For real people.
What? Who? Why?
Go.
we interrupt our programming
My life is seriously stranger than fiction.
I think if everything that’s happened in the past few years was written up as a movie script, Hollywood would say it sounds too far-fetched.
I’m telling you, you couldn’t make this stuff up.
In fact, a couple months ago I was contacted by a TV show producer. They were interested in my story — in my life — and wanted to make it the basis of a reality television show.
What the what?!
Don’t worry. I declined. But seriously?
My life is a reality tv show.
And I’m so ready for a commercial break.
So… Tell me the strangest thing that’s happened to you lately. Or that you’ve heard about.
Ya know, just for kicks.
monday morning confession
Your turn.
I love not ____________________________.
iSpy
Gonna get a little creative for some weekend fun at The Grit. (Shocker, I know…)
Let’s pretend for a moment that the commenter immediately before you has the magical ability to look through your computer screen. They can see you and your surroundings. (Don’t be scared. It’s only make-believe…) And you can look through the screen of whoever stumbles along next.
We’re all gonna play the I Spy Game together. Yep, you know the one I mean. The one that’s usually reserved for boring road trips…
Respond to the last comment and tell us what your through-the-computer visitor might have spied based on their clue. Then leave a clue for the next person, telling them what you spy through their screen.
Make sense?
I’mma start us off. I’m looking through the computer monitor of the first person, and…
I spy with my little eye something that is fuzzy.
would you rather…
…have a housekeeper or a cook?
