Garageriffic!

Lest you think I have given up blogging (and have ruined your life by so doing), here is  a little something to convince you your time might be better spent elsewhere.

 

 

 

So we finally had our massive garage sale! 

 

So instead of looking like this:

 

 

 

 

Our garage is back to looking like this:

All is well when you can safely park two cars in your garage :)

The garage sale was quite successful.  I was wheelin' and dealin' to get that stuff out of there.  Most everything was being sold in denominations of quarters so how could you turn me down?  The kids sold paintings and cupcakes for a quarter each as well.  They made about $25 between them.

Garage sales always remind me that simultaneously there are some real wierdos and really nice people out there in our neighborhood.  A very kind woman bought Luke's Angry Birds Bomb Bird painting for $5!  But then there was the woman that picked out 3 of the most random things ever that we didn't even think were fit for the sale- fake hair, a crusty tupperware box filled with random opened small camping supplies from the 1980s and speaker wire.  But she only spent $1.50 so I think it was a steal!

 

Then there was a couple that came and seemed really interested in Rosa's old rabbit hutch.  The man said, "Yeah, I am the Ag teacher at George Jenkins and we got some chinchillas and stuff that need a home."  First off, hearing and big redneck say "chinchillas" is a treat in and of itself, but secondly, Jacob teaches at George Jenkins and knows that the name of the Ag teacher there is Mr. Sweeney (because the office constantly mixes up their mail).  So as fate would have it, the other Mr. Sweeney was at our house, at our garage sale.  Jacob just smiled during the whole conversation and finally let him off the hook and introduced himself as "the other Mr. Sweeney."  It was pretty funny :)

 

And my favorite thing about having a garage sale happened again, without fail.  It is when people walk past everything in your driveway and straight into the actual garage to shop for things you aren't selling.  Good times.  Although that did end up in the sale of one of our old Utah license plates we had hanging on the back wall.  We had a few so giving up one for 50 cents for a state by state birdhouse maker was alright by me!

In the end we only had to make one trip to Goodwill to dump the little stuff, and after one more day of listing a few big things on craigslist, we were golden.  Garage sales are a ton of work, but I'm so grateful we got the response we did to jettison all the stuff we don't need anymore.