Monthly Archives: August 2012

Before and After…

I’ve been very busy with moving in, getting set up for our school year, and just general tiredness, so I haven’t been posting as regularly.  That doesn’t mean that I don’t have anything to share!  Here are a couple of things I’ve “worked” on.  You can’t really count spray painting as work though.

As you may know, I tend to dive in when it comes to painting.  I just can’t wait to see how something is gonna look.  Both of these projects began as brass, but brass doesn’t really do it for me (although, I must admit, it is growing on me slightly in certain decors).  This first object began it’s life in my mother-in-laws home.  I think it was hung on the wall and held candles or something.  I’m not really sure.  I didn’t take a before pic.  Yeah, yeah, I know.

Sorry for the poor picture quality, I used my cell phone.  Since we moved, my computer doesn’t recognize my camera.

I turned it into a spice rack to hold my most used spices.

Not too bad, huh?

The next project was a lamp I bought at Goodwill.  It was brass also, but the finish was not good.

I was still debating on the lampshade, but have since removed the plastic.  And yet…I’m still debating.  I think I will go get the smaller one and test it out on there as well.  Ross is the best place to buy lampshades and such.  This one is pretty large and I only paid $7.99 for it.  The next smaller one is $5.99.  The lamp was $5.  Not too bad for a new lamp.

I have another before-and-after to come soon.

Quotable Friday…

All packed up…

Here’s a sneak peek into what our moving trip was like from Virginia to Tennessee.  I didn’t get a picture of all of our vehicles, but it was something.

Sorry for the length, but it was quite a day.

We reserved a 26′ moving truck from Uhaul a week ahead of time.  We were told that they would give us a call to let us know where to pick the truck up at.  Well, by 5pm Friday evening (we were supposed to pick it up Saturday morning) we still hadn’t heard anything.  So Hubby tried to call and was on hold with them for over an hour.  Finally, he called the office where we scheduled the rental and by 7:30pm the Corporate office finally called us back.  Well guess what?  They didn’t have a 26′ truck anywhere in Virginia.  But they could offer us a 17′ truck.  Oh, a 17′ truck?  That should hold the same amount of stuff, right?  We told them we would need more space than that; that we have furniture from a 2600 sqft, 4 bedroom with a basement to move.  They set us up with a 17′ truck, a 6’x12′ enclosed trailer, and 5’x9′ enclosed trailer.  The lady on the phone said she would text us the info as to where to pick them up.  I got two texts.  That would make you think that one location had two of the things we needed, right?  Well, how foolish of you to think that!

One of the texts stated that we needed to arrive at one location by 7am and the other by 8am.  I Googled where they were and discovered one was 1-1/2 hours away from our house and the other was 1 hour away from the first location (but closer to home).  It was going to work out that we arrive at the one by 7am and the other by 8am.  Finally, something is working out.  So we get up at 5:30am on Saturday, drive the 1-1/2  hours to get there by 7am, are excited to see that they have a 17′ truck and the 6’x12′ trailer AND (wait for it)…they don’t open until 9am!  Are you kidding me?  At this point, we can only start to laugh.  When the lady arrives a few minutes early (and a little miffed that someone is already waiting) she tells us that the truck she has is already rented, that we are only able to pick up the trailer from her.  Ok, no problem.  Didn’t really want to drive that big truck back across the mountain anyhow.  She sets us up and we are on our way.  She was kind enough to look up our other reservation number and said that it looked like we were going to end up with a 24′ truck.  Awesome!  We won’t even need the other trailer then.  Savings!

As we are heading back to Charlottesville to pick up our other items, I call the next place to let them know that we are on our way.  The gentleman states that the person that handles rentals isn’t in yet, but should be there within 15-20 min.  Again, it is now 9:45am and our reservation was supposed to be for 8am.  With some relief, we find the place quickly.  Our relief fades once we see what is on the lot.  One tiny trailer and a beat-all-to-hell-made-in-1972 truck.  Um, I am NOT letting my family drive that thing 7 hours away.    We walk in and there are about 12 people standing around.  One guy says, “Here to pick up a Uhaul?”  We say, “Yes, we have a reservation.”  Guy says, “So do the rest of us.  Good luck.”  Needless to say, the man handling the rentals was not pleasant and friendly and full of great customer services skills, telling us only that there are no trucks available in Virginia and he couldn’t help us.  Oh, and also, “You were supposed to be here at 8am.”  The last comment almost through me over the edge of my good Christian nature and my Florida-backwoods-Southern-upbringing almost reared her head.

To make a longer story shorter, the guy who took the original reservation did end up finding us a 17′ truck and a 5’x9′ trailer.  By the time we arrived back home, the packing that should have begun at 9am didn’t start until 2pm.  Mind you, this is Saturday afternoon and Hubby has show up at his new job on Monday or his start date would be pushed back 2-4 weeks.  We had hoped to leave for Tennessee by noon on Sunday, but didn’t get out of there until 6:30pm.  We arrived at our new house at 2am Monday morning.  Luckily, the landlord left the key for us and we were able to come right in and crash.  We had to leave a number of items that just would not fit in the trucks.  I have more pictures on one the four cameras I have, but can’t find them right now.

All us girls – me, Baby A, and Lola the dog – were in our Yukon pulling the 6’x12′ with the queen mattress and box-spring on top of the truck and the king mattress and patio table strapped to the top of the trailer.  The boys were all in the truck that was pulling the smaller trailer.  It was a sight!  Here are the pics from the “girls” truck:

Don’t worry, we dropped the bar stool and little bike off at donation, so Big Dog had a little more room.

Baby A’s hair is looking a little more wild than usual.  Did I mention it was 98 degrees on moving day?

We are glad to be here and getting settled in Tennessee.  The move has been good for us and we are thankful that Hubby has a permanent job and not on a travel assignment anymore.  We continue to be so blessed and we are very thankful for it.

Quotable Friday

Today’s quote comes with a little story.

As you know, my cousin passed away not long ago.  After unloading all of our belongings, we made the trip down to Brandon, Florida, on Friday.  We didn’t make it in time for the viewing, but we were able to go to the service on Saturday morning.  His passing has effected me greatly.  I’ve had a hard time posting things on Facebook unless it is in response to something his beautiful wife says.  The type of things I would normally post just seem so…petty-unimportant-stupid in the grand scheme of things.

So, we were driving down to Florida on Friday and after going through a crying spell (there were a few during the 12-hour drive), I grabbed my bible and prayed for the Lord to show me a verse that would help me.  This is the verse I opened up to:

Ecclesiastes 3

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

In that moment, reading this did help me.  However, I was reminded of how powerful HE is when at the service on Saturday, one of the first things the pastor did was read from this verse.  I thought to myself, “Okay, I hear ya.”  It reminded me that God does have a plan, but that it is okay to feel sorrow.  It healed my heart just a touch.  I continue to pray for his family and his children.  His wife keeps saying that she hopes she is making him proud by the way she has honored him and is living.  I know she will do great – she has a beautiful soul.

Quotable Friday…

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.

Charlie Chaplin (1889-1977)
Comedic Actor, Filmmaker, Writer