Trashy Treasures

"One man's trash is another man's treasure."

Let me start by taking you back to my childhood. It's bulk pick up day in our neighborhood. There I am mortified and crouching down as low as I can with my sister in the backseat of our car while our parents are slowing down to look at something they see in someone else's TRASH that looks "as good as new," "not a thing wrong with it," "we could use one of those." How embarrassing! Now we weren't poor or anything they just didn't want to let a trashy treasure pass them by. So they would stop and load up right there in the DAYLIGHT!


Fast forward to last week. I had just picked my mom up from Walmart where she was getting new tires put on her car. We were driving back to her house when we saw some trashy treasures out by the curb. There was a sandbox with lid, a rocking fish and a little playhouse. I decided I wanted those things for Mckenzee, afterall, they looked "as good as new." So, I went and got my dad's truck and when I came back there was a lady standing next to her car by the "trash" with her hand on the little house. I noticed she was driving a little Toyota camry. I also noticed none of the items would fit in her camry. I was driving a truck.


I pulled over next to her and the "trash" and I rolled down my window. Our conversation went something like this:


Anjolee: "I just went and got this truck so I could get these things"


Trash guarder woman: "Did you buy them?"


Anjolee: "No, they're in the trash." I got a little aggravated at this point because I felt like she was trying to trick me. Of course I didn't buy them. I didn't walk up to the person's door and say excuse me can I pay you for your trash out there? I don't think so, and neither did she.


Trash guarder woman: "I'm taking this."


Anjolee: This is where I get out and begin to load things into my truck. I tell her "I went and got this truck and I am taking this stuff." Side note: although I do not shy away from confrontation when necessary it does make me nervous on the inside and makes my muscles shake...but on the outside I'm in kick your butt mode.


Trash guarder woman: staring at me as I load up. She says "I want this house."


Anjolee: "I went and got the truck so I could get all of it." remember muscles shaking, At this point she helps me load the sandbox into the truck. I thank her and tell her she can take the house. I figured that was fair.


Trash guarder woman: "I just have a three year old granddaughter that would really love this."


Anjolee: "yeah, I have a little girl too."


So, now I am officially a trash digger. Would you like to see my treasures?

Rocking Fish retails for $49.99 at Toys R Us

Tugboat Sandbox... can't find it for sale anywhere, but it is on Craigslist for $50+. Wanted to be sure and mention my strong husband carrying 500lbs. of sand to fill it with, ten 50 lb bags. He picked out the sand toys too.

She wouldn't get in it the first day and then I decided to put Macy in there and she hopped right in. Macy loves to dig in the sand.