Stupid Wind!

Thurs night I put out our recycling. I put it out at night because the recyclers come very early in the morning and I never get up in time. Our recycling bin was over flowing with boxes and cans and mail and whatnot because the peeps neglected to pick it up the previous week...I'm still not sure why.... Anyways, it was quite full.

I went to bed and woke up at 4:30 in the morning to a loud gust of wind. When I say loud, I mean Big Bad Wolf (I just read wolf's latest post!) trying to blow our house down kind of loud! I quickly remembered my recycling bin overly stuffed with paper products out on the street. I jumped out of bed, put my slippers on and dragged a half asleep Daisy with me outside to the curb. When I got there I found a half filled recycling bin. I searched as much as I could at 4:30 in the morning for my missing pizza boxes and red bull cans but no luck. Daisy was also not much help. I hauled the bin up to the garage and tucked it safely between the door and my truck hoping this would be enough of a wind breaker. I went back to bed.

Paul and I got up at 9:00 and as he was leaving for the airport I took the bin for it's second trip out to the curb. This time though, I was not going to let the stupid wind get the best of me. Before Paul got in the car to head off I had him grab a rock from the flower garden to place on the bin's lid. Paul made his way over to the bin with the big, heavy rock but seconds before he could get there the wind Gods caught us trying to be sneaky and blew a gusty blow knocking the bin over completely! So basically, what pieces of personal mail not already blowing around our neighborhood were now getting their shot. It was a sight to see. Me, Paul and Truman running around trying to scoop up whatever we could before it got away. The wind Gods must have been having a hearty laugh.

Okay so, I got my stuff picked up, rock on top, ready for the recyclers to come take the crap away. Yay. I left the house to run errands for the rest of the day and ended up at home around 4:00-4:30. I noticed that the rock was no longer on top of the bin and figured the peeps must have come and emptied it. I walked over and opened the lid only find all of my crap still inside. I was so mad!!! This means that this is the second week in a row that these guys have not done their job! As I hauled the bin back up the driveway I was thinking about what I would say when I called Western Disposal and yelled at them. I left the bin in the driveway because I was so pissed off. I headed for the front door.

Just as I pulled out my keys to open the door I heard a familiar grumbling coming from down the street. I turned to see what it was and coming down the street were the peeps. I put down everything I was holding in a heap on the stairs and ran for the bin. Unfortunately for me, I think it was near quitting time for these guys. They were hauling not only recyclables, but major ass! I made it only as far as the end of the driveway with my pitiful, half full bin of recycling before they were gone and on to the next house.

It was a terrible day for me and the recycling but there is always next Friday :)