Garage Sale

A part of moving is decluttering. Part of decluttering is hosting a garage sale! I enjoy garage sales. They can be slightly overwhelming but worth it when you get cash for clutter. I can recall my mom having lots of sales growing up maybe that’s where I get my affection for them from.

When I decided to have a sale I did a little pineresting and found some good ideas about how much change to have on hand, how to organize your items, and sign ideas. I dedicated about 2 hours one evening to signs. I love drawing and this was a great opportunity to get the kids in bed and have some fun me time.

90% of the people who came to my garage sale commented on the marketing. 

I had to stop by and meet the person who made those signs!

I don’t need anything but I knew whoever made those signs was cool! (He ended up buying some things)

Your signs are the best!

The variety of popular pop culture icons brought in a very diverse crowd. Not just the typical garage sale shoppers. It also attracted a couple critics. My sister posted on a couple local FB sale sites and one person commented with an angry emoji. Huh?? (Side note- this is an example of why I’m happy to no longer be on FB) When questioned by another random person the poster responded that “We are all tired of her. It’s as bad as YOLO” Uhhh who is we? You speak for the masses of garage sale sign haters? Well we didn’t respond because my address was posted and there are some crazies out there. True to crazy, that guy must have sent out a bat call and one of his cronies tore my sign down 😕 My feelers were slightly hurt. I spent time on that and good grief it’s a sign! Ultimately I dismissed it and decided I’m grateful to be off FB and grateful my life isn’t so out of control I get spun up about garage sale signs. 

Fun weekend overall hanging out with my sister, making a few bucks and getting rid of some clutter. The hard part is now dividing the remaining items into donate, Craigslist and dump piles then actually getting these piles out of the house and not back into the crawl space. 

Best part of the weekend goes to the full price offer we got on the house!!!

Baseball Season is in Full Swing

Last year, 2016, the boys played baseball. If they didn’t like it, big deal! I was hooked! I’m grateful that wasn’t the case because the boys were hooked too. 

This year Barrett is on the Twins and Merrick is on the Phillies. Great coahes, good teammates and fun parents all around. Juggling dual practices and games is difficult when Scott is out of town but my sister has been a great help. Plus, I secretly love running to games and feeling rushed.

They’ve learned a ton about baseball and sportsmanship each season and this week in particular, humility and the power of prayer.   At last nights games there were some great lessons learned! 

Merrick has been bragging to anyone with ears about his team being undefeated or “undefeatable” as he says. I told him yesterday to watch his words because it could bite him in the butt. He didn’t get it. Nor did he care. 

His first time up to bat at yesterday’s game, during the second inning, he struck out. That’s not common. He’s typically a predictable hitter. Second time up to bat he wanted to redeem himself so he took his stance and pointed to the outfield. OH MY GAAAAHHHHHHHHH! His coach and I moaned loudly. He proceeded to strike out again. “Humility will be the topic of discussion on the ride home tonight!”, I told my mom and in-laws. The icing on the cake was his team was slaughtered! Oh this is a great lesson indeed. 

Now Barrett’s game was completely different. Well, not entirely. They also lost but if you talked to Barrett about the game you’d never know. First inning of the game he’s playing third base. He’s never played third before so I was interested to see how he’d do. I wasn’t terrified like when he pitched two weeks prior just eager to see the results. I wasn’t disappointed! First kid walked to first base (base on balls) and the second kid was up to bat. He hit a hard grounder to the left of Barrett. He slid and caught it and tossed it to 2nd base and they got the runner out. “Good job Barrett!”, I yelled from the stands. Ehhh I might have yelled baby. The boys hate it but I don’t care. Second kid up to bat hits a line drive straight to Barrett and he catches it! I’m jumping up and down in the stands yelling now! The grin on his face stretches ear to ear. There’s still one more out to get and the batter steps up to the plate. Barrett takes his ready stance and drops the smile because that’s not serious baseball. He can’t keep the straight face long because the smile is slowly creeping over the serious mask he put on. That’s my favorite. He deserves to be proud of himself. He only got up to bat twice that game and the first time he was walked, the second time he got a hit but was tagged out on first. 

His coach approached me and said he thought Barrett does really well when he puts him in positions he has never played before like when he let him pitch the other week. He only let three runs through and struck two out which wasn’t bad for his first time. We were so nervous before that game we prayed and we don’t normally do that. Before we got out of the car this game I thought “Lets pray again!”. I’d argue with the coach that it’s not tossing him in different positions but the prayers we said before we got out of the car. We’ll have to make it a habit because both boys had good nights just in different ways.

It’s not just the boys that are learning things during baseball season. I’ve learned some things too. For instance, my boys don’t like me yelling “Good job BABY!!” across the field and Barrett doesn’t like it when I yell across the field at him to put his prescription glasses on. I have no intention of changing my ways. I also learned I let my fellow baseball moms across the nation down by drinking water at the games. 

I’m pretty mouthy without alcohol so I might sill refrain. 

Off to another game! 

Xoxo Me

Driving Time Stories

On our recent trip to Valdez, Alaska the boys talked about what kinds of engineers they want to be when they are older. Barrett is interested in electrical engineering, Merrick asked questions about petroleum, water and computer engineering and Kierran blurted out that he was going to be a train engineer. I was impressed! That could be very cool and he wasn’t copying his brothers which is traditionally his style, he really went out on his own.

“When I get big I’m going to be a train engineer”

“Oh yea?”

“Yea, I’m going to drive the coal train for Santa and watch him give coal to all the bad kids stockings.” I looked into the rearview mirror in shock that his career choice was so unique and specific and saw him staring at his brothers with a Grinchy grin. 

“He got an idea. An awful idea! The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.”

I can only imagine the glory of the scene that played out in his head. Him, sitting poised as the conductor of the train as Santa reached into the train car filled with the black sinister stocking filler. The grinchy grin spreads across Kierrans face as he’s witnessing the coal being dumped into his brothers stockings while his stocking hangs heavily from the mantle filled with toys and candy.

“Dang Kierran that’s very specific.”

“I know. But that’s what I’ll be.”

Not too long after the conversation moved to baseball. Not surprising seeing that both the older two are playing baseball this summer and Kierran is forced to watch.

Barrett says, “I need a cup mom.”

“I know I need to order one.”

“I really need the kind that slips in the underwear because Braiden says his slips all the time and he has to move it. Aiden says every time he plays catcher it falls towards the front of his thighs when he pops up fast.”

“Oh, that does seem like a problem.”

“Yea, maybe you can order me an extra extra extra extra extra extra small one.”

Oh my gosh where is my pen and paper to capture this moment! He’s gone against his DNA and doesn’t even realize it! He’ll regret that statement one day. Hahahaha 

Next post I’ll show you the new shaved ice trailer and tell the story of the adventure Merrick and Scott had getting it home. 

Until next time! Xoxo