The dreaded moving sale was yesterday. I originally anticipated to write that almost no one came and that it rained all day and the whole thing sucked.
But that didn't actually happen.
Okay, so parts of it sucked, but all in all it was a good (and really tiring) day.
It started at 2:30 AM, when I went to sleep. I'm not kidding. We were busy with some last-minute preparations, taking showers, and enjoying the latest episodes for our favorite shows (which reminds me- how cool was the finale for FaceOff last week?!?!) before our TVs were taken. So my mom and I went to sleep waaaaaaaaaaaay too late.
And then we woke up at 6:00 AM, which was just fantastic. I'd not really eaten anything since around 4 the previous afternoon, so I was really hungry, but feeling kinda sicky like you do when you're starving and too tired to force myself to do anything.
So we did some more last-minute prep, and the first people came in at 7. Note people, not person. As in, like, 5 different couples had been there at 7 on the dot! Isn't that crazy?! (Not too crazy since most were elderly, but still.)
And what's super duper surprising is that, according to my mom, apart from a 5-minute-break, throughout the day, we always had at least one person looking around. At least. There was usually more like 3, or 5, or maybe even more than that! DANG.
Guess you shouldn't underestimate how much Alabamians like yard sales. And the power of online advertising.
A sister and her daughters, then a few other girls from church, arrived soon after and helped out a bit and just did what they could to relieve boredom. They explored and chose items they wanted to get (a lady had actually given all of us $1 tips because two of them had helped her carry stuff to her car); went running around outside out in front and later in the backyard; chatted about stuff and been a little annoying sometimes.
A few hours in, I actually felt super awake, which was good. I got to have conversations with some of the girls, small chat with a few suckers (oops, I mean customers), and ate some PIZZA!
OHMYGOSH so I never decided what ceramics I wanted to keep, so I just let my mom have both out. I figured if someone bought one, the decision would be made for me. *shrug*
But then a lady actually wanted to buy both! I was nearby when she asked go made them, and it made both of us excited that me, a lil' teenager, made them, and she liked them so much she was gonna have them in her own home! How cool is that? I feel like an accomplished artist because someone bought my work, even though it wasn't even made to be sold. *happy humming of happy*
One girl I'd never really talked much to who was 8 years old I became quite close to all of a sudden. So much so that an item she decided to buy was this pair of necklaces that are friendship necklaces. You know, that one says "Best" and the other says "Friends"? This particular set had little fruit charms on them.
She bought those and gave me one of them.
*audience awws*
Since she has the one that says "Best" and mine says "Friends", I'm gonna call her Best. (Her real name starts with a Z, hence the title.)
This might actually be a very short-lived friendship, cuz, while it'd be cool to visit eventually to see our friends here in the South, there's a high chance that won't happen. Plus, she might not remember me, and I might not remember her.
But she's just so cute that I'm definitely gonna try to remember. I'll always keep this necklace (who I always wanted to share with someone!) and hope I remember the girl that gave it to me at my own moving sale. *chuckle*
Anyway, so the girls left a little past 2, and my mom told me at 2:30 that I could go finally take a nap. I'd felt pretty awake most of the time, but that didn't mean I didn't want to sleep if I could. I read a book for a few minutes, cleared off part of the bed (cuz it was covered in piles of clothes waiting to be sold), curled up, and was out like a light. I didn't wake up until a while after that when my mom shook my shoulder and told me I could now lay down on the bed like a normal person. While I was out, someone had come for the TV and she'd cleared off all the clothes on the bed, plus I think some other stuff happened but I guess it wasn't important enough for her to inform me.
I slept for a few more hours and my mom talked to my sis by phone. My sis had taken her ACT test at the same time as our sale.
At 7, my mom woke me up again and we went to a baby shower. While there, we ate some food (nomnomnom) and my mom sold some more stuff she'd brought in the car! *victory laugh*
By the end of the day, guess how much we'd made?
No, not $100...
No, not $300...
Over $1000!!!
Insanity! And awesomeness-ity! *flaming guitar riff*
We'd pretty much gotten rid of- I mean, sold- almost everything except books, jewelry, and clothes. (I thought that was weird, since that's what I would look for at a yard sale, but okay then.) The plan now is just to sell that stuff to people at church, and then anything else just give to thrift stores or something.
Last thing- this one girl who'd always been kinda bratty (I'm serious about it if I am describing someone as that- besides generic words like butthole, I don't really insult people)... I found out that a few years ago she killed- I repeat, KILLED, a kitten! And then sometime after that, another girl's pet turtle! (It was named Chimichanga. *tear*) How? By throwing them. Just like the chihuahua Webkinz she'd just bought at our sale.
I mean, of course I've tossed my stuffed animals up and down and spinned them around and stuff like that, but the way she'd been doing that to her toy dog... It made me really nervous. I told her "Dude, why are you doing this to poor Puppy? This is animal abuse!" And then the others told me she'd done this to real animals before.
And Best told me that girl once said she'd kill her mom and then herself. When she was, like, 4.
*wide-eyed look* Dat's messed-up, dawg. So. Much.
And that's your daily dose of being disappointed with and scared of the world! *cheesy smile* *runs away* Bai!
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