Trash Day

In 1992 when Ashlie was a year old my husband and I traveled the northwest selling advertising. I hated it!!! I loved the traveling but I hated selling advertising. We would drive to a town, get a hotel room. I would start making cold calls to get my husband an appointment. He would go to appointments while I sat in the hotel room all day making the cold calls. Towards the end of the summer I really really did not want to do this anymore. Lucky for me the hotel we were staying in was resurfacing their parking lot. I never knew resurfacing a parking lot could entertain someone for 8 hours a day for 3 straight days. But, hey, it was better than making cold calls to sell advertising.

Well I haven't decided what category "sitting on your porch waiting for the garbage man" falls into. It definitely doesn't fall into the resurfacing the parking lot category because I love what I do during the day. (watching my babies). It doesn't fall into the "I really need a life" category because I definitely have one of those. Maybe it falls into the "I really like to watch the garbage truck so get over it" category.

Here is how this plays out every week.

Thursday night everyone lines the street with their garbage cans. We all have exactly the same garbage cans.

You must put them along the street according to the instructions on the garbage can because the garbage truck uses a mechanic arm to pick up the trash instead of a garbage man.

Then around 11:00am on Friday start peeking out the door to see if the garbage truck is coming. Repeat every 10 minutes until......

The garbage truck is coming!!!!... The garbage truck is coming!!!!

At first everyone in the house will come running to figure out if you have gone mad or not. Don't worry. Next week they won't pay any attention to you. After the 3rd week they will raise their hands to their heads in disbelief.