Thursday, August 6, 2009

Grease Lightening

"It's Grease Lightening....Go Grease Lightening you're burning up the quarter mile...Grease Lightening, Go Grease Lightening."

Isn't it funny the songs that stick in your head ALL NIGHT LONG and are still there in the morning?

My husband and I had a Yard Sale last weekend. Not a very profitable one because, as a marketing professional, I failed miserably. My boss should fire me. I know better. We didn't put any signs up the night before, or at key intersections, AND we only put one at the end of our street around 9:15 after we got our lazy asses up and dragged stuff onto the driveway.

Yard Sales are a lot of work. If nothing else, I should have taken a "Learn to Speak Spanish in 60 seconds" course just so I could negotiate properly. Holy Hispanic-fest. And I can say this because I married one. If he wasn't there to be a translator, we wouldn't have sold 1/2 of what we sold. And all you Latino ladies, I love ya, but you all can't be JLo so put some damn clothes on girl - and start with a bra!

I digress.

So our Yard Sale was fun for the kids. They were in charge of kids items, and actually managed to make $10 selling old books, some rusty beach chairs, plastic pocketbooks and a few baby bikes. As we were taking items out of our garage my son kept saying, "Are you going to Yard Sale that?" So cute.

One of the fun discoveries hidden in the garage (which was why I had the Grease song in my head for days) was a box full of LP's (for those under 20, I'm not going to explain). Go figure - Michael Jackson's Thriller was in there. Cha-ching on eBay? Probably not. Madonna's Like a Virgin. Bruce Springsteen. Take a look:

Any look familiar to you? I'm sure Fairly Odd Father is shaking his head thinking "her taste back then was as bad as it is now"...but I can see how my love of Pop began. Blame it on the Monkees.

And while I didn't "Yard Sale" these, we did try to sell some of the less popular ones, without success. I mean, really, who is looking for Rock of Ages by K-tel records?? My dad contributed a bunch of CD box sets that sold like hot cakes. Who knew an 8 year old would be so excited to find a Kiss box set? And it was obvious her mother didn't have any idea who the make-up laden boys were.

You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
I want to rock and roll all night, and party every day!

Ahhh...those were the days. I loved them just because they had a song with my name in it "Christine Sixteen".

Overall, we unloaded some big items that were taking up space in our basement and garage. Our biggest sale was a circa. 1972 rollaway, metal bed and mattress for $8. Sometimes not being able to speak the language comes in handy...I didn't know how to say "Are you sure? It's kind of nasty."

As they say, "one person's trash is another person's treasure."

And if you are looking to educate your kids on diversity, Yard Sales are the most amazing social experiments out there.

1 comment:

Fairly Odd Mother said...

I will never, ever do a yard sale. If you think I'm lazy, I'd just let people into my house and say, "That there---you want it?"

Your taste in music was fine! God, it was the 80's! I had most of those plus Billy Squier! Ha!

John has a blue Billy Idol LP that he refuses to get rid of, he loves it so.