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So I cleaned out my garage yesterday. And by cleaned out, I mean "literally empty." It is AWESOME. The walls echo when you speak in there. I had so much junk piled up out there, it was ridiculous. And now it is all piled up by the side of the road, waiting on the poor trash men to come on Tuesday morning. Well, some of it is. I have been absolutely amazed at the number of trash divers that have gone through my stuff. Now, I don't care that people take things from my trash; I don't want it anymore, and if it's something you can use, go for it. There were a couple of old sewing machines, framed pictures, books, vacuum cleaner, fireplace tools, old monitors and printers, all sorts of things that maybe someone can use. However, I take offense at the ones who TORE OPEN almost every black trash bag (over a dozen) to inspect the contents, then tossed them back. I had to go through and rebag or tie up the GAPING HOLES so that the trash men can pick them up without everything spewing on to the ground. And speaking of spewing on to the ground, thanks so much to the weirdos who took ALL of the storage containers they could find, leaving the clothing in said storage containers strewn all over the grass. Seriously, I saw this particular group of three people, who are apparently HARDCORE trash divers; they showed up in a truck pulling a large trailer which already was holding various unrelated items like boxes and a chair. Apparently they just drive around town looking for junk, maybe for their own garage sales or something?? So weird. At least they showed up in broad daylight. We had another group come up tonight while I was watching the end of the Emmys, and they were out there for 15 minutes, picking through the remains. Unfortunately for them, all the good (?) stuff is gone by now. Unfortunately for me, it looks like they may have been re-tearing the bags, so tomorrow I get to rebag. AGAIN. Tags: me
Current Mood:  annoyed
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Sorry to have sort of dropped away for the last few weeks. I know I've got lots of great fic to catch up on from everyone. I wish I had more stories to post myself, but time has not been my friend lately. I won't have the chance to get another spawn fic in before the cut off next week, but I'm sure Cam, Lee, and Rose will come back to play sometime in the future. I also never got to introduce Blake Winchester, Sam and Sarah's daughter, so there's still plenty to look forward to. I really want to write more Chloe/Dean, I've got some plots in my head, but I'm having a hard time with it. I think it's because I've given up Smallville, and it's easier for me to write when I've watched the characters on TV recently (their voices come out stronger, somehow.) I am not watching Smallville this season because I'm just disgusted with it and want it to die in its well-deserved Friday timeslot. My son and I start our vacation tomorrow - we'll be driving down to Fort Lauderdale for a night's stay in a hotel, then boarding our beautiful cruise ship, Carnival Freedom, on Sunday for a six night mother-son vacation extravaganza. :) :) We are both very excited! We're hoping for relatively good weather; we lucked out with Tropical Storm Erika fading into a not-as-serious mass of rain, but some of our excursions (swimming with the stingrays!) still depend on calm weather, so wish us luck. I hope everyone has a wonderful Labor day weekend, as well as a wonderful week. Tags: me
Current Mood:  excited
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