We just got back from a beach vacation and I feel amazingly relaxed. What is it about pregnancy that makes me so anxious? I remember feeling like that with Wyatt too.....not so much about the pregnancy itself, but more like 24-7 PMS. I'll blog about our trip tomorrow when I can show a few pictures. I am still feeling weird about something that happened to me this morning.
Jon called me up and let me know there was a house in our neighborhood that had a pile of old frames and paintings out for trash. (Don't I have a sweet hubby for giving me such awesome tips?) Well, I got excited and was over there as fast as I could (8:30am). No, I hadn't fixed my hair, but who cares right? The early bird gets the worm.....or so I thought.
I pull my car up and as soon as I see the pictures lying there looking so beautiful and vintage, my heart started hammering. I am not talking about 1980's Mickey Mouse posters here, but more like 1920-30's paintings in ornate wooden frames. I love things like that!!! I jump out and feel like a kid in a candy store, until the people's dogs start barking at me. A window comes up and a lady sticks her head out the window yelling,"Git outta my trash!"
"Well, ma'am do you mind if I have the pictures?"
"NO! Git outta here! It's illegal to go through people's trash! Git!!"
She was screaming it too!
Now, I wouldn't say I go through peoples trash. It's not anything like that! I don't open up trash bags and look for new identities. I just look for wooden furniture, pictures and things like that. I always figured if you put it on the curb you're trying to get rid of it. It's only going to the dump where it will be become landfill. Wow, I still feel shaken up. I'm not used to being screamed at like that......and what I really want to do is sneak back down there and take this one particular picture that was so pretty.....the frame was so pretty. I am sad that it's going to just be trashed.
I wonder how many more people she's screamed at today?