A little ghetto in our life.

I don't know how many people are aware of the massive city wide event that takes place in Tracy twice a year. This is a day that the town comes together....we all seem to end up sharing items we never thought we would share. Trash Day. This is not any ordinary trash day....no, this is the day when you are allowed to put anything (and I mean anything) out on the curb and they will come by and pick it up. I think we were a little shocked the first year we lived here butt his is quickly becoming a day we look forward to. Not only can we get rid of all the random things sitting on the side of the house, but also it is sheer entertainment.

For our neighborhood the trash gets picked up on Fridays, this means the fun begin Thursday. People are slowly starting to move things to the curb, as this process begins the creepers emerge. These are the dozens and dozens of people that will drive though the neighborhoods with pickups, vans, trailer and box trucks looking to see if one mans trash can become another mans treasure. So last night Bryan and I started to go through the house, the yard and the garage to see what we could add to our pile. The first things to go out was our old BBQ. Chris and I were in the yard cutting flowers while Bryan took the BBQ to the curb. In the time that it took Bryan to walk back in to the yard we heard a strange squeaking noise. Bryan peaked over our side fence to see our neighbors little girl quickly dragging our BBQ back to her dad sitting in a lawn chair in their garage. Classic, this thing was not on the curb for more then 2 minutes before it got snatched. Later that evening we even saw him testing it out in his gargae to see if it worked. Well the rest of the night we spent dragging things one by one out to the curb. All night there was a steady stream of people driving by with their trucks to see what they could find.

This morning I was getting the kids ready to leave when I noticed something in front of another house on our street. It was our BBQ, but it looked a little different. Seems as though the neighbors that took it did not need the whole thing, so they just took the parts they needed and put it on the curb....but not theirs. I guess they did not want to seem rude so they put it in front of the house that was vacant next to them. Only in Tracy can you get entertainment like this. I think the best was seeing things that we put in our pile in others peoples piles as I drove down the street. Would you call that buyers remorse maybe? Who knows! All I know is that Bryan and I have decided that we really do need a little bit of ghetto in our lives, Tracy gives us just the right amount!

This is what was left of our poor BBQ