Spring Cleaning in January

Today, at church, we had about 20-people show up for a cleaning-slash-inventory-taking day. It was amazing.

I’m pretty sure we threw away enough stuff today to start a new church somewhere else!

Seriously, we rented a 20-yard dumpster and had it placed outside of a set of double doors. All day long we pitched stuff! It was awesome!

I “exploded” an old overhead projector when I tried to do just that by throwing it as hard as humanly possible into the dumpster.

One word: wow.

I also did a little dumpster-diving and found a still-charged fire extinguisher which was just BEGGING me to “pull the pin” and put out the imaginary fire that surely “could have” been burning in the dumpster. I put out that “imaginary fire” and some others throughout the numerous snow-piles surrounding the dumpster.

I love my job!

I also managed to get a guy to help me take apart a throw-away item that had some useful items in it. What is this item, you ask? An old slide projector. What useful items are found inside of slide projectors?

Lenses.

What is it about a piece of glass that weighs more than my hand that intrigues me so?

I have no idea, but I own 4 of them now. And they are sweet. And by sweet I mean – totally awesome.

Look out “Ants of America” – I’m coming to a city near you, Spring 2005! Seriously, I think I’ll throw an ant-burning party!

On another note, as the snow melts, the snowmobile tracks become more evident – they are the only grass-showing tracks around town, and they travel through nearly every person’s yard on my way to-and-from work everyday.

I know I should be “happy” for Mr. Snowmobile owner. I should be glad that he is able to buy a snowmobile, and ride it through the yards that I pass in my 4-door Neon everyday. I should be gleeful, even that he can jump piles of snow and amaze friends and family with his snowmobiling abilities.

But for some reason the only thoughts that go through my head is how to install some sort of a “clothesline” that would jump out of the snow as he passes my apartment on his snowmobile, sending him “miles” into the air and off of his beloved snow-machine.

There is definitely something wrong with my brain.