Yard Sales and Falling Off the Wagon

Last weekend we had a yardsale. We actually did really well and got rid of a lot of bulky stuff taking up room in our basement and storage trailer. The fun part of having a yard sale, for me, is all the different people you meet.

At our house, things can get very intresting. We have the nosey neighbors who want to see what you've got or check out our landscaping. We live out in the middle of no man's land so we don't really know too many of our neighbors. There were a couple of ladies who actually looked at our house when it was on the market. It was fun to see their reaction when we brought them inside to see what we have done to the place. They couldn't believe it was the same house. We had some bikers who were just our cruzin' and decided to stop for a break. They stayed and talked for probably 20 minutes or more. Then you have your hard core serious "yard salers" who come in and buy a bunch of stuff. Sometimes I wonder what they are going to do with it. We also had people just pull up in the driveway, look from their car and then turn around and leave. I'm not sure what that was all about.

Anyway, our yardsale was on Saturday and Sunday. (Jon will kill me if he knows I put this picture up!)Things are Sunday were pretty slow, so Jon hooked up the boys red wagon to the mower to pull them around for a while. The kids just loved it and insisted that I get in and ride with them. Fun! So I hop on in there and Jon takes off. We head back to the woods and Jon goes up a hill that I know doesn't have a trail that goes to anywhere. I was wondering what he was doing, but figured I was safe and he wouldn't do anything that would hurt the kids. WRONG! No longer had that thought entered my mind, when Jon starts trying to turn around...on the mower and BOOM! The wagon tips over. It was all in slow motion to me as I put my arms down on the ground to try to hold the wagon up and keep the kids from flying down the hill. Kannon goes diving over my head and Magnum was right behind him. Once I knew the kids were okay, I tried to get myself up and realized the back tire of the mower is on my knee spinning because Jon was trying to keep the mower from going down the hill any further. I finally get up and Jon felt terrible. He kept appologizing and it was an accident. The kids were fine, just a few scratches. My knee is still pretty sore, but I'm glad it was me and not the kids that got hurt.

Now the kids didn't want anything to do with riding back to the house in the wagon, so they sat on the mower with Jon and I rode in the wagon....by myself. I looked so cool! Especially since as soon as we got back to the house, we had some yard sale customers pulling in. Ha! Talk about a red-neck family. Here I come climbing out of this wagon, covered in dirt to greet them. I couldn't stop laughing, wondering what these people were thinking.

Anyway, our yard sale was a success and the boys experienced their first of many crashes. I know there will be four wheelers and dirt bikes in our future, so this was a good way to break them in. Now we just have to teach them to get back on when you fall off.