Recovering today after 3 days of hard labor and some fun as I helped my parents do a huge (massive) yard sale as they prepare to put their house on the market and “downsize” to a luxury townhouse. Today, I feel a bit emotional as I think about all the things that were sold, old things that none of us wanted but still were part of our lives in one way or another. I wish my parents could have just kept it all forever–well, maybe not all. Don’t know why really. Just hate to see it go. I find myself thinking of specific things today wondering if we should have kept them. Hate that.

Evan: “I wish I had like 10 arms so that I could do a lot of things at once.”

When I was little, I distinctly remember digging through the trash cans at Roy Rogers (and even the dumpster!) to get little peel off things from the bottom of the cups that had free food on it. I remember jumping up and down yelling, “Ohh! I got a free fries!” and “A free soda!” My older sister and I actually gathered enough of those free food peel off thingies to have our family of 5 have a whole meal–without us having to share an order of fries! We tease my mom about it now.