Uhhhh...happy 2010?
I've turned into my father: I picked trash. Oh yes, I have no shame. My neighbors put out a seemingly perfectly good set of tray tables to be hauled away with the garbage. One fateful morning, I stepped out of my house, locked the door, and turned...it was like a beam of light was surrounding the tables. I heard the angels singing. SCORE! I grabbed those bad boys, pretty much tossed them in the house, and then caught my bus just in time.
All day I thought about those tray tables. Yes, I know that's weird, but we have no table to eat at. We are heathens who eat our dinner in front of the tv with plates on our laps. Sometimes I'd break out my lap desk if I was feeling especially classy that evening. I pondered the odds of these tables being either A: broken or B: infested with some kind of creepy crawly critter. I figured the answer was C: my upstairs neighbors got new ones for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/whatever.
When I arrived home hours later, I was delighted to find that the tables were neither broken nor infested. In the days since obtaining this fantastic find, we have made some life changing decisions. We have one in the kitchen to store items that crowd the counter. Now I have more space to cook! [Who am I kidding...now Cody has more space to cook. I have more space to lay out the dishes to dry.] Another table was used for Cody to set up his laptop, therefore giving us more area on the coffee table to put random items such as scissors, Dum Dum lollypops, and cat eyewash.
The most exciting change has been that I moved my laptop from the back bedroom to tray table number 3. I am no longer delegated to this frozen land in order to update my blog or download music or sync my phone. Now I can use the internets on a real live laptop rather than my iPhone. Joys upon joys.
Tray table number 4 will be used for dining. Unfortunately, this leaves us one short. Tray table sets are like hot dog buns. Never enough in a pack.
This is now my 379th time where I say that I will write more in this blog. Who's taking bets on how long this streak lasts? I put my money on three months...but I hope I'm wrong. Writing keeps my noggin sharp and it gives me an outlet that I desperately need. Since I'm not ballsy enough to speak my opinion in public, I will put this burden on blogger.
I've turned into my father: I picked trash. Oh yes, I have no shame. My neighbors put out a seemingly perfectly good set of tray tables to be hauled away with the garbage. One fateful morning, I stepped out of my house, locked the door, and turned...it was like a beam of light was surrounding the tables. I heard the angels singing. SCORE! I grabbed those bad boys, pretty much tossed them in the house, and then caught my bus just in time.
All day I thought about those tray tables. Yes, I know that's weird, but we have no table to eat at. We are heathens who eat our dinner in front of the tv with plates on our laps. Sometimes I'd break out my lap desk if I was feeling especially classy that evening. I pondered the odds of these tables being either A: broken or B: infested with some kind of creepy crawly critter. I figured the answer was C: my upstairs neighbors got new ones for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/whatever.
When I arrived home hours later, I was delighted to find that the tables were neither broken nor infested. In the days since obtaining this fantastic find, we have made some life changing decisions. We have one in the kitchen to store items that crowd the counter. Now I have more space to cook! [Who am I kidding...now Cody has more space to cook. I have more space to lay out the dishes to dry.] Another table was used for Cody to set up his laptop, therefore giving us more area on the coffee table to put random items such as scissors, Dum Dum lollypops, and cat eyewash.
The most exciting change has been that I moved my laptop from the back bedroom to tray table number 3. I am no longer delegated to this frozen land in order to update my blog or download music or sync my phone. Now I can use the internets on a real live laptop rather than my iPhone. Joys upon joys.
Tray table number 4 will be used for dining. Unfortunately, this leaves us one short. Tray table sets are like hot dog buns. Never enough in a pack.
This is now my 379th time where I say that I will write more in this blog. Who's taking bets on how long this streak lasts? I put my money on three months...but I hope I'm wrong. Writing keeps my noggin sharp and it gives me an outlet that I desperately need. Since I'm not ballsy enough to speak my opinion in public, I will put this burden on blogger.
5 comments:
Are you saying dad's a trash picker? He only picked up an excercise bike. It's more like Uncle Wally, he was a major trash picker. Love, Mom
he got those desks we used as kids. i'm pretty sure he's grabbed stuff before that he's seen out on the curb.
Looking forward to more posts!
also looking forward to more posts!
haha, i honestly read the first few sentences like 6 times wondering what was so bad about 'picking up trash'. i read it like you had become your dad because you picked up after yourself!
dont mind me
I'm a total trash picker. In fact, I think I may start a blog about trash picking. And it will be all about reusing and not buying new. And also about how gross our neighborhood is getting and how we need to be activists and getting it cleaned up. I'll let you know if I get it up and running!
Also, eating at the table is overrated. We have "picnics" all the time. The TV is off, most of the time. We eat together. That's all that counts.
And yea!! My friends Jill and Sammy are here! I LOVE community blogging.
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