Busy weekend....

Well, the weekend is finally over, and the garage sale went well. I would really have rather been at my cousins wedding, but hey, you win some and lose some. I felt guilty as my mom was recapping about all the family that was there, but sometimes things just don't come together like you hope for them to. Hopefully we will be able to get together sometime this year.

The garage sale was a fair success. We were slammed Saturday morning, and by evening had made about $250.00, so we were happy about that. My big highlight was having a man buy some baby clothes from me and hand me several pamphlets asking if my life could ever be saved, and what will I do when the earth ends and I have nowhere to go because I am not a believer of the Jehovah way. I felt odd for a few seconds, and then decided everything would be ok. Brainwashing can happen quickly I discovered. I'm extremely content in my belief and relationship with My Savior, and I can guarantee you, his pamphlets had nothing to do with it.

Sunday was much slower, which I know it always is, but we still made about $50.00. I would imagine we would have made a lot more, had I not decided to start giving away things for next to nothing. We just had so many kids stuff. The clothing was out of control, between the things I had for my kids, and the stuff Suzi had for hers. So I started telling people if they could fill a 13 gallon drawstring garbage bag with clothes, I would give it to them for $1.00. We had one woman, who had just picked her niece and nephew up, who were probably 2 and 10, and they obviously were going to be staying with her for awhile, and she said they came with only the clothes on their backs. So, I loaded her up and threw in some extra shoes and stuff for her. Then I had another lady show up, who was looking at the stack of really nice baby blankets I had in the grass, and she said she had a good friend who's husband is a minister, and they just took in three children who's parents were crack addicts, and had thrown their infant daughter out a window and cracked her skull. She said she had been praying for a way to help them, but she didn't have alot of money, so she wanted to buy her some blankets for the baby, who was about 6 months old, and the little boys, who were 2 and 3. So, I told her that she could have all the blankets for a $1.00, and I would donate all the rest of the childrens clothes for her friend. She said that they had just started a fostering ministry, so she could use whatever clothing she could get her hands on, so I filled about five bags for her, and threw in all the childrens shoes and toys that I had. She was very grateful, and worried that I wasn't making any money off of her. I told her that I had already decided to donate everything left from the garage sale to the Country Christian church for the youth mission they do every summer on one of the indian reservations, so I was more than happy for her to take whatever she could use. I think in the end, she gave us $10.00, which was unnecessary. But I felt good when she told me I had answered her prayers and would make her friends day.

About that time, my best friend Connie showed up at my house, and told me to get my purse, which I thought quite odd, since she lives 20 miles from us. Apparently she and Craig had been conspiring for my birthday, and he knew I was going to be kidnapped that afternoon. She took me to Sherwood to meet up with our other friend Heather, and they purchased a manicure and pedicure for me, along with a coffee, so I must say, that was a nice afternoon. My feet had really been bothering me, and I haven't had a pedicure in a long time. Later we met up with Craig and Connie's husband Matt, and Heather's husband, Raju, and had dinner and then went back to Connie and Matt's house. Their twin daughters and Chloe watched Koben while we were at dinner. So, I must say, it was a lovely surprise, and we have wonderful friends. Last year they all surprised me with a party, which I must say, I have never had a surprise party, so this year, I really wasn't expecting anything. Craig is getting really good at keeping secrets. Dang him! I think he worried that with the party last year, and the extremely incredible work he had done to my wedding ring, he wouldn't be able to top it, but how soon they forget that anything that surprises me is fantastic. I don't require much!

So, tomorrow, I turn 31. Ickola. I liked 30 better. Because then, you are just 30, but now I'm IN my 30's. Icky Icky Icky.

By the way, Craig is halfway done with both the dining room, and the living room. The floors look awesome!