Talking Trash

I haven't mentioned it before, but I work for a trash company. When I first interviewed with them, it was more for the experience than anything else. The pay is good, but the thought of working for the trash company was not that appealing.

As it turns out, it's pretty darn interesting. There are a lot more items involved in getting the trash picked up than you would think. Between making sure the drivers show up, the trucks are in running condition, and there is gas in the tank, everything must be planned for.

I truly enjoy my job. I deal with customers, collect money, pay the bills, and make sure we are charging enough for our service. The responsibility is stressful, but at the end of the day the trash is picked up and we make a profit.

That's a good day's work.

Friday

I love Fridays. The joy you feel at the end of the workday, knowing your time belongs to you for the next 2 days, cannot be beat.

Leaving the parking lot turns into a demolition derby, every person trying to get out first, thus starting their freedom as soon as possible.

As I drive home I can't help but plan my weekend, wondering what I will do, or not do. Get home, see the kids, drink a little something, kiss the wife and BAM!, stress relieved.

Enjoy your time while you can, because it only comes around 1 every 7 days.

Sweet Relief

It's raining. This is such a welcome sight during July in Texas. Any chance of rain is latched on to like a 2 for 1 coupon from Taco Bell. The mere thought of moisture falling from the sky is enough to make grownups giddy, dancing and skipping around the house.

The reason? It costs so darn much to water the yard, it is almost the brown grass to save the money. It shouldn't cost more to water your grass than it does to buy a car. But it does. And we pay it, just to enjoy some greenery in the backyard. I'm not sure what is so wrong about making the kids play in a dust bowl, but the wife has spoken.

So I watch the weather report, plead and beg for rain, and then sit on the back porch and watch it come down. Nirvana. Until we get 5 straight days of it in November, then it's complaining about the rain and wishing for some heat and sun.

Sleepovers Rock

My son, 3 1/2 years old, spent the night with his Poppy (grandfather) yesterday. He was so excited. Jay had been asking to have special time with Poppy for weeks. Last night was finally a good time. Jay spent the entire day talking about it. He packed a little suitcase, and was ready to roll.

We dropped him off and he ran to his Poppy's lap. They ate ice cream and watched a movie. Jay got to sleep in the big bed with Poppy. This morning they ate a big breakfast of grapes, pancakes and Kefir.

Times like these make me miss being a child. The utter joy of just spending time with a loved one, looking forward all day to a special event are the memories we recall when reviewing the good times of our lives.

I'm very thankful my kids have the ability to make those memories with their grandfather at this stage of their lives.