Stealing

I don't even know where to begin. The last few weeks have been crazy. Cary quit his job, and got another one. He is a Halliburton man, again. My new neighbors threatened to call the cops on our, and I quote, "Loud coffee night." It's not MY fault that you put your kids down at 8:30. Sooo...

Today, by far, has been the most interesting of them all. Yes, even more than cop calling neighbors. Today was Big Trash Day. It really should be considered a national holiday. Not to mention the kick off to garage sale season was on Friday. There is only one other thing in the world better than getting other people's crap for cheap. Getting other people's crap for freeeee. And by free, I mean going threw their trash.

We started the day by grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Can I just say that I loathe Wal-Mart. The parking is horrible, the shoppers are always pissed, and the employees are rude. If you manage to get threw all of that, you have a line to wait in that's at least a quarter of a mile long. I'm usually in a happy mood, and I talk to my kids, not ignore them like 90% of the people that shop there. I always get people staring at me, which I'm pretty used to and I don't care anymore. I love my kids and they are my family. ANYWAY, before I rant, lets get back on track. One year-old babies can't talk, when they want something they grunt, or scream, or however they get your attention, regardless they can't talk. So I was grunting right along with Evelyn, people staring, some of them smiling. When out of nowhere a Wal-Mart employee covered his ears and complained about the noise. I said "You work at Wal-Mart, this is what kids do. You should be used to it. Get over it." He mumbled something about my kids. I honestly couldn't understand him but my Momma Bear claws came out and I ripped him a new one. I don't even know what I said, but I'm sure it wasn't what a Christian woman should say! I could not stop the words from oozing out of my mouth I was so steaming with anger. I will do ANYTHING not to shop at Wal-Mart, and now I remember why!

After Wal-Mart, it was off to pick up Heather. She's our little house elf, and we like to have her around. She told us to stop by the store so she could pick up some sodas for tonight. I know I don't have to say this, but we didn't go to Wal-Mart.

On our way back from Crest, Cary was cruising threw the neighborhood. My heart stopped when I found a perfectly good outdoor table just sitting out in the open waiting for trash day. All it needed was a little paint and it would be good as new. I all but kicked Cary out of the car to get it. He pulled it to the car and opened the back hatch. And looked... and saw his new pride and joy, a charcoal grill. Now we have a dilemma, three adults, two kids, one dog, a table, and a grill. What to do, what to do. Cary was NOT going to leave his grill, so he set the table in the car, sat down in the back of the car and held on to the grill while I drove home. Yes, ladies and gents, I was dragging the grill behind the car. No man left behind! I guess in this case it would be no grill left behind.

As I was driving in excess of five miles an hour, with my husband in the back holding on to my table and dragging his grill behind us and telling me to slow down, we had a disaster. The wheels came off of the grill! All I heard was steel scraping the pavement and "WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!" coming from Cary. His solution: tell us to drop off the table and come back for him. He is really in love with this grill. So that's what we did. I even kicked the dog out of the car and left him at home and turned around to get Cary.

This is something that I love about Oklahoma, the neighbors will come out and help you load stolen trash into your car. While laughing, mind you.

You wouldn't believe what people throw away. Today we found a table, grill, 3 lawn chairs, 2 side tables, 2 hose reels, an umbrella for my new table, a lawnmower, and a battery powered kid Jeep. And the day before we found an entertainment center, it looks brand new, it's just missing the glass. Which is fine because I'm putting it in Jaxson's room.

Thank you, God. Thank you for not putting the embarrassment gene in my DNA. Life is so much better when you're not worried about what people are saying. It's fun dancing in the isles of Crest with your bestie. Or stealing a grill with your husband.