One mans' garbage is....

- babies are sweet

- Sunny with a chance of cold

- An observation

To go along with the super cute Special Delivery mini scrap book that I mentioned in yesterday's blog post, here is the 'matching' card I sent along with the wonderful gift.  The cute baby image is from Thinkin, Blinkin & Inkin  I just used left over scraps from the book and think it's nice to tie in the gift, with the card.  Using primarily SU! punches this wonderful artist creates the CUTEST punch art.  She is amazing!!!!

Well today is the coldest morning I've woken up to in some time.  It says 27.  Tucker's little feet were crunching on the grass as he was looking for his morning spot.  But there is hope, it is a sunny day.  And it's Friday!! And now my insides are all warm from another morning Chai tea.

An observation:  Nothing more... when you are home, every day and you walk dogs through out the neighborhood every day, you just see things. 

Our garbage pick up service has evolved.  I think it is very good by the way.  We have special cans for trash, another for recycle and another for yard refuse.  3 cans, 3 different colors.  Of course we pay for the service, well and the cans for that matter.  There are directions on the cans....face arrows toward the street.  There is an automated arm that reaches out from the Garbage truck to lift the can and dump it's contents in the back.  The guy really doesn't have to do a thing, but hit a button.  Except for the dufus who puts his can backwards, or puts one can behind the other (the arm can't reach OVER) and the other thing that 'bugs' me.... putting one item separate from the trash to the side or behind it (put it in the can) or the bundling of carpet scraps or tree limbs.  No Garbage man wants to pick up your stinking carpet that you just tossed at the curb, nor does he want to sort through your sticks and twigs that you weren't kind enough to bundle with twine.  I've actually seen our garbage guy just leave stuff because there is no way he can pick it up. I also find it humorous that one neighbor will never ever know his trash blows all over the neighborhood (at least put the bills and envelopes through a shredder) and his cans arent picked up until the next day, because the neighbor no longer wanted them in his yard.   I just find it humorous that people can't even follow the directions on the top of the can.  But life does go on, doesn't it?  Thank you, my rant is done.