Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Yard Sale

The home ranch at one time was leased to a couple of yea whos from the Lone Star state.  They were unbelievable wheeler-dealers from the get go.  One of them moved into the main house with part of his family; the part that was a wife, a (still nursing) 3 year old son, and a couple of older kids from one or the other's other marriages. 
We were raised to be good stewards of the land and the animals in our care. Not these guys, they were just look'n for the next buck. They were running bred dairy heifers some sorry sucker had bought for them to calve out. I have a feeling that several sorry suckers had bought the same cattle, but that's only hearsay. Keeping one's mouth shut about the way they ran their outfit was difficult at the best of times. But, we were leased to them with the ranch, so lip biting about the cattle became the norm.
We always seemed to get shipments of cattle late at night, something we tried hard to never do with our own cattle.  If they come in late at night they don't have a chance to walk the fence to see where the boundaries are, or locate water and food.  Himself and I spent many nights riding thru the new cattle to show them where the feed bunks and water troughs were, and doctoring sick ones.
How did I get so far afield of what I started out to say?  I was laughing when I started as I had been over at K8's reading about her bra buying experience and remembered The yard sale. So now that I've got the ugly out of my system I'll get to it.
The Texas boys decided that the wheelly deally wasn't working out too well in this part of the country, so they started pack'n up to move to greener pastures.  The wife said she wasn't moving some things again and would have a yard sale.  Hello, we lived 15 miles from a small town, the last three miles of which was rough gravel road.  I just couldn't see people beating a path to her door, but what did I know. Not much it seems. The day of her yard sale arrived.  I had to go into town to get a part for Himself that morning, so missed the setting up for the event.  As I headed back to the ranch there did seem to be a lot of traffic, but it couldn't be for a yard sale, could it?  When I crossed the last cattle guard the whole area was full of trucks, cars, and people.  She had set up the big BBQ, a bar, and had country music blaring from a stereo.  The front lawn was full of tables of yard sale wares, a junker's paradise.  The piece d' resistance was a large tree in front with bras hanging from every branch, not just any ol bras either, they were Huge bras. (She'd had a home business in Texas selling bras for really large women and this was the overstock.)  We were all laughing so hard, you just had to buy one.  Her yard sale was a Huge success and she made a killing on that bra tree.


  1. Lovely colorful people even if they were shysters. You write about this with such style. I loved it.

  2. Would love to see a picture of that tree. ;-)

    Thanks for the wonderful anecdote!

  3. I have heard of a shoe tree, but never a bra tree? Extra large bras.... I call them hammocks! ;)

  4. K8's bra buying experience? Who? What? I bet you have other interesting anecdotes about the wheeler-dealers, sounds like they knew every trick going (though it seems they never earnt much from them). So all those well-endowed women weren't shy about trying on massive bras in front of the blokes? Or did they just guess at the fit?

  5. You just have to smile at the ingenuity of some people. Who'd have thought that would have worked.
    I too wish there was a picture of that.

  6. TABOR, Thanks for the kind words. I'm humbled.
    GSL, I too wish I'd taken a pic of the bra tree...
    GRANNYMAR, LOL never thought to call them hammocks!
    NICK, Just put in K8 the G8, your on your own after that. One could put one on over one's clothes, but most were being bought as jokes, think some of the padded ones were going to be used as buck'n rolls.

  7. PATTY, We've met some characters along the way haven't we.

  8. Heehee thanks for mentioning my Storm in a G cup!!! I wonder do bra trees grow bigger sizes in hotter countries? :-p

  9. What a story! I bet you have more. Please keep them coming.

  10. After reading my comments tonight I had to take a moment and visit you because gosh darn you are right...it is time to kick some butt and get off mine and no more pity parties.
    Thank you for spurring me when I needed it.
    This story is great and like everyone else you can sure tell a story.
    I read some more of your post and listed to George sing his sad song and I hate to hear this about you.
    So honey where are you headed. Know that I am here and the older I get my back and shoulders seem to be getting bigger so feel free to take a load of your heart and mind I will be more than happy to listen.
    Thanks for making me sit up and take stock of myself tonight and if you need me grandmayellowhair@gmail.com

  11. K8
    Hey, Thanks for jogging my brain, and for coming by I know your super busy. Don't ever give up your sense of fun!
    I will try!
    It was so funny, wish I had a picture of that tree.
    Glad to see you up & doing. We are often much stronger than we realize. No regrets.

  12. Yeah, presentation really does make a diff. How did she advertise it, though? All the lovely bras in a tree won't make a diff if no one knows they are there.

  13. ALICE, We live in a rural area, where the gossip flies faster than any cell phone or I thingy ever could. Just tell one person and before you can say snap they all know.

  14. Shysters should never be under-estimated and beware that charm. I am glad they left you relatively unscathed.

  15. haha! Hilarious! This one's for the books.

  16. ya know if the neighborhood association would let me....MY garage sale.....mmmm? LOL.

  17. QUILLY, I didn't fall off the feedwagon recently, so they just provided something to laugh about.
    CHEYENNE, It was funny.
    JANEAN, Go for it, what are they gonna do hang you by your bra straps..