Thursday, January 25, 2007

Trash Day

I never thought the day would come when I'd be blogging about TRASH DAY, forevermore. So it's come to this. *sigh*

Today was trash day, and is blogworthy for these three reasons:

1. We had no trash or recycling to speak of, so Darren didn't bother to take the cans down to the curb. Either that means we've been living light for the past week, or my house is piled high inside with garbage. And no, Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout does not live here.

2. Darren got up this morning at 5:30, unwound the lights from the dry, brittle Christmas tree, and hauled IT down to the curb. I finally removed and packed all the Radko ornaments on it last night. What are YOU smirkin' about? It's only January 25!

3. Friends (I'm not naming names, Cara and Kristi) laugh heartily and make fun of my conscientious husband because of his ardent attention to recycling detail. They call him the Recycling Police, because he'll actually lecture anyone who puts, say, coffee grounds or a greasy pizza box or plastic bags or - ACK!!- unemptied bottles!!! "GET THEE BEHIND ME, RECYCLING CHEATER!!" into the recycling bin. Well. I want you all to know that this morning, as I returned from delivering my tardy children to school, there they were. REAL RECYCLING POLICE, donning real recycling vests, climbing out of a real "Fort Worth Environmental" car. I watched in amusement as they started rummaging through the neighbors' recycling bins. One neighbor walked outside to see what was going on, and why people were emptying her recycling onto the ground. The male Recycling Cop help up a plastic bottle, pointed to it, said something I couldn't hear, and then very deliberately removed the cap and poured out its contents. "Oh, I'm sorry," said the neighbor. Then she retreated back into her house. I wonder if they write tickets, those Recycling dudes. It took everything I had not to say, "Hey! Come into my backyard! My bin's not full, but my husband would be SO PROUD FOR YOU TO INSPECT WHAT'S IN THERE!"

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Tomorrow, we jet off to Tahoe. No skiing. Just lots of riding around in cars with two of my favorite friends evuh. Happy Anniversary to us! :D

5 comments:

Dirpus said...

I finally put the Christmas tree pieces that had been strewn around the living room floor back into their boxes and hauled them out to the garage last night. It seems we're having company today and I couldn't stall any longer.

foleysfriend said...

Stacy ... where are the pictures of the recycling police? This would make a great scrapbooking page - especially the look on your neighbor's face!

Happy Anniversary, Cowtown Stacy & dh of Cowtown Stacy! Enjoy yourselves.

Ramblings of a crazed SAHM said...

LOL! My husband is TOTALLY the same way! We have 6 bins outside, NOT including the one from the city. each is labled with instructions on what is to go in each particular bin, and how it should be prepared.

jch said...

Darren would love living in NYC where recycling is not an option and where there are actual recycling police that give actual tickets.

Tonya said...

Oh my gosh, I can't stand it! Both my husband and I are rolling on the floor! You cracked him up too! We live in Fort Worth and have had those same recycling dudes show up here....don't tell Darrin, but we didn't pass. Who knew that just because it had a recycling symbol on it that it wasn't recyclable. Oh well, I ran out there and grabbed those plastic hangers from the man and ran back inside. He laughed at me!