watermock
05-06-2005, 12:36 PM
Has anyone been thru this?
I threw out all kinds of garbage, I guess I am supposed to mandate some sort of empircal event. I move all kinds of crap out of the garage, got into an argument, because none of this crap will never be touched, and I run into the "we might need that sometime" crap.
I'm pretty simple. Give me my net, cable and a chair, some fluids and I'm just fine.
I'm pissed because I call it garbage, and I'm supposed to price the crap? I just want it to leave without a charge.
What is so weird is half of it is stuff that was bought on a garage sale in the first place.
I lost it and just started throwing things in the driveway. I did find an 1880's trunk dovetailed that I might be able to restore in the mess, the rest was literal crap.
Beezlebub had a nice time sniffing at everything but he's all done, and so am I.
OK, I went bezerk, I threw all the crap out in the driveway and said we were bankrupt, and it didn't matter. My mom is a millionaire and she still checks the price of shampoo.
I'm rolling with it, and just want the garage to be cleaned out. The Basement? You don't want to know. It's loaded with real stuff. Women have an addiction to garage sales.
Here is the kicker. My brother rolls up in his 3500 Desiel Ram Pickup that looks like it has been in Iraq, and dumps 200 pounds of antique woodworking stuff on my lap. I'm hauling crap into the street and he's opening the tailgate dumping me with more.
If anyone needs a plane that can slot a drawer, let me know. He bought a whole batch of the stuff and dumped it on the lawn. I'm not kidding. 200 bucks worth, which isn't anything, but why does he dump it on me? Do I look like an English Woodworker? Yeah I could do it, but damn.
I don't mean to rant, but someone in the family is a total packrat. There has to be 200k in antiques in this house, and the old woman still clips coupons.
Just what we needed! An 1890's router.
I have a really cool dovetailed chest I grabbed out of the garage that was near rotting. Once I get it dryed out and oiled I can put the tools in there. I mean, the Bro dumps this crap on me. And the are very very fine instruments. All Brass and stuff.
I don't really mind but mock is a minimalist. I'm an excellent carpenter, but sheesh. I'm more worried if that 200K combine will make it up here to plant the beans. So it's incredibly petty actually. I just found it ironic.
Plus his engagement is off, but we don't have to warn 600 people, so I'm cutting him slack.
All in all it was kinda funny. He's unloading stuff and I'm dumping into the street. I am up to the ceiling with antiques. I will make room after I oil this trunk. Sigh.
Plus the lawn needs mowing. This grass here is crazy happy or something.
I threw out all kinds of garbage, I guess I am supposed to mandate some sort of empircal event. I move all kinds of crap out of the garage, got into an argument, because none of this crap will never be touched, and I run into the "we might need that sometime" crap.
I'm pretty simple. Give me my net, cable and a chair, some fluids and I'm just fine.
I'm pissed because I call it garbage, and I'm supposed to price the crap? I just want it to leave without a charge.
What is so weird is half of it is stuff that was bought on a garage sale in the first place.
I lost it and just started throwing things in the driveway. I did find an 1880's trunk dovetailed that I might be able to restore in the mess, the rest was literal crap.
Beezlebub had a nice time sniffing at everything but he's all done, and so am I.
OK, I went bezerk, I threw all the crap out in the driveway and said we were bankrupt, and it didn't matter. My mom is a millionaire and she still checks the price of shampoo.
I'm rolling with it, and just want the garage to be cleaned out. The Basement? You don't want to know. It's loaded with real stuff. Women have an addiction to garage sales.
Here is the kicker. My brother rolls up in his 3500 Desiel Ram Pickup that looks like it has been in Iraq, and dumps 200 pounds of antique woodworking stuff on my lap. I'm hauling crap into the street and he's opening the tailgate dumping me with more.
If anyone needs a plane that can slot a drawer, let me know. He bought a whole batch of the stuff and dumped it on the lawn. I'm not kidding. 200 bucks worth, which isn't anything, but why does he dump it on me? Do I look like an English Woodworker? Yeah I could do it, but damn.
I don't mean to rant, but someone in the family is a total packrat. There has to be 200k in antiques in this house, and the old woman still clips coupons.
Just what we needed! An 1890's router.
I have a really cool dovetailed chest I grabbed out of the garage that was near rotting. Once I get it dryed out and oiled I can put the tools in there. I mean, the Bro dumps this crap on me. And the are very very fine instruments. All Brass and stuff.
I don't really mind but mock is a minimalist. I'm an excellent carpenter, but sheesh. I'm more worried if that 200K combine will make it up here to plant the beans. So it's incredibly petty actually. I just found it ironic.
Plus his engagement is off, but we don't have to warn 600 people, so I'm cutting him slack.
All in all it was kinda funny. He's unloading stuff and I'm dumping into the street. I am up to the ceiling with antiques. I will make room after I oil this trunk. Sigh.
Plus the lawn needs mowing. This grass here is crazy happy or something.
