The Case of the Recycling Thief

The dedication my father and I have shown towards recycling has been outstanding. My father has been so faithfully helping me recycle by putting all his plastic water bottles into my recycling bag. Needless to say, my bag has been growing. However, recently my bottles have been magically disappearing!

After an investigation, my mom finally fessed up to the crime she has been committing...

My mom's idea of "Kat's Cans"

My mom's idea of recycling is to reuse the plastic bottles as pots for her future garden. I guess my mom does like recycling after all.

Recycling Musings

No, the brain injury did not stop my passion for recycling!

For a while I wasn't allowed to recycle. But then I made a deal with my Mom that if I didn't complain about speech therapy (obviously I don't need it, I talk fine) she would allow me to recycle. But, she won't allow old cans and bottles in her car. So my Dad took me in his work truck-unfortunately his truck is a wee high for my entry. Not to be stopped my always resourceful Dad brought the mini trampoline and bounced me right in! I made $8.00 recycling, and will be using this money to buy my speech therapist dinner.

Habakkuk 3:19 God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer's; He makes me tread on my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.