$378.65

That was the total haul from the garage sale. Not bad! $21/hour. Too bad I don't get to KEEP the money. Oh well. Garage sale 2005 is over! Thank goodness. It's absolutely amazing what kind of crap people will buy. Now we need to pack up all the stuff we didn't sell for tomorrow. Blah! It's never ending I tell you! Then the dumpster comes on Wednesday. The we can get rid of the OTHER crap. I'm continually amazed at how much more spacious the house is without so much "stuff" in it. It's great!

Oh, if anyone needs binders, radios, tape players, record players, a walkman, CD racks, a basketball, cots, or a cooler, let me know before tomorrow.

With every box a new surprise!

Did you ever love tearing into a new box of cereal to find the super cool prize (and of course, you had to be first, so your annoying sibling(s) did not beat you)? I did, in my youth. It was always so fun, especially when you didn't know what the prize would be. Or do you remember those card/sticker packs? They came with a book, and you tried to collect all the cards. I mean, it was a crazy scam to get people to buy their whiny kids stupid stuff they didn't need, but I did love opening a new pack of stickers; the anticipation as to what you'd get in the pack was insane! Well, I sort of wish I could go back to those days. Whenever I open another box in my house, I always find myself hoping against hope that there'll be something cool in the box, and not just more papers. Un fortunately, no such luck. I discovered 8 or so more boxes of my dads "files" today. And by "files" I mean random crap that is totally useless to anyone. It's not a good sign when going to school to program something is a welcome break from anything!

On a quasi-related note, we're having a garage sale this weekend. I do reckon that we may not have enough room in the garage for everything we are trying to sell. We've got everything, we may even have sections! Bakeware, tupperware, electronics, sporting goods, lighting, furniture, storage, camping supplies, books. Awesome! So if anyone needs ANYTHING, let me know, I may be able to hook you up. And if you want to stop buy (he he, I mean by), and check it out, please do. If you're busy this weekend and want an advanced sneak preview, let me know, we can accomodate your needs!

And if anyone knows anyone who is in the market for a large (on the outside, but surprisingly not large on the inside), incredibly heavy, cool-looking old CPR safe, let me know. Please. In fact, this may be the secret garage sale item, a la Clean Sweep; the buyer may get a prize for ridding us of this beast!

Dust, dust everywhere...

In my hair, up my nose (I can't stop sneezing!), all over the house. Cleaning sucks. Cleaning with the intent of moving sucks even worse. I have NEVER, I repeat, NEVER seen SO MUCH useless CRAP in my entire life. Boys are messy. I've seen gas receipts from 1996, library due date slips from '95, the skeletal remains of several mice, random metal things that make no sense, a box full of 5.5" floppy drives (question: who needs ONE of these things, let alone a BOX of them?), FLYERS from like 10 years ago (things were a lot cheaper back then...), and that's only some of it. Recently, we've made a new friend. His name is George. He takes scrap metal away. He's my mom's BEST friend lately. Anyone who's seen our garage would die of SHOCK if you came over now, seriously. We're a little afraid of how my dad will react when he comes home. My mom keeps joking that if he dies of a heart attack when he sees the garage, then she won't have to move! And we're trying to go through a bunch of stuff before the garage sale this weekend. Plus we need to fix up the yard and the bathroom and finish painting and/or repaint the entire house (barf). Moving is HIGHLY overrated, I say. Hopefully I will NEVER EVER have to go through this again (the cleaning part, not the moving part). Ever.

Why are some people such asses?

Parking lots are designed in such a way that there is enough room in between the lines to park a car. If there are no lines, you shouldn't park your car there. Especially if it's right behind someone else's car in a teeny parking lot. Thanks to Michelle and Jess for helping me out of that tight corner (ha ha ha) yesterday. Man, I really did very briefly consider backing into this asshat's shiny new car. My car's made of plastic, it probably wouldn't have done a thing to it. But his shiny blue car would have got messed up for sure. I didn't back into his car (I really wanted to though!), and I didn't key his car (even though he soooo deserved it). I settled for writing a nasty note. In hindsight, I think I would have been reeeeealy satisfied if I'd gotten his car towed. Next time. For now, I'd like to say thanks to all the fucktards in the world who don't know that cars get parked between the lines in the lot. Obviously, you being late for dinner is MUCH more important than being a decent human being. And a note to drivers everywhere: if there's no space in the lot, find another lot or you may come back to where you illegally parked your car and find that it is missing.