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Button B on Made It Monday!

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A few years ago I worked at the consignment shop on our Air Force Base. We had an entire room dedicated to uniforms that were donated to the store. The room was filled to capacity, and we had to get rid of some of the older or worn out pieces. We were directed to destroy the uniforms, so no one could grab them and impersonate a member of the Military. Before dumping them, I removed the buttons.

I just knew that eventually the right idea would jump into my head. I used a few buttons on a few projects… a pony tail holder, necklace and earrings, etc.

Finally, that big project jumped at me! I used the buttons to make a “B” for our wall! I LOVE it! I want to paint (maybe a dry rub) around the border, but B likes it the way it is. I am sure I will win, in the end!

 


I painted a board (leftover piece of shelving) in a blue that was as close as I could get to the uniform color.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While the paint was drying (and for the next couple of hours) I pulled, poked, cut, beat up, and anything else I had to do, to remove the shanks from the back of the buttons. Some snapped of very easily, and others took 20 minutes or more. I have no idea what those were made of.

To be brutally honest, the next day, my hand was killing me. I could barely close my hand, and I could not grip anything for a few days. Luckily, I cut with my right hand, and write with my left!

I printed a B that I liked, and traced it onto the board.

Finally, I hot glued he buttons into the outline of the B.

 

And… for your viewing enjoyment-

 

Day One of the Desk Remodel

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Remember I posted about my secretary desk?

Yesterday I decided that it was time to start transforming my desk. Like I said, I still have no idea about the final plan, or where it will live. But, it is time for me to focus on a project. So, here we go.

I came downstairs at the start of Hubs’ basketball game. I told him that I was going to go dig out the desk, and start sanding it. He said that I needed to strip it instead.

Me: “Can we go find some stripper tomorrow?

Hubs: “Sure, it can be our ‘Spending Time Together’ for the weekend.”

Me: “Will you do the dance?”  (I will have to try to get the dance on video, so you can all appreciate it!)

Hubs:  “Sure.”

Me: “Sweet!”

Fast forward to this morning.

We get into the car to head to Lowe’s.   We bought stripper and mineral spirits. We bought a couple of scrapers and brushes too, so I wouldn’t ruin my existing good stuff. And some protection from the fumes. Awesome gloves, mask, and goggles.

Gear

Mask and goggles. Ready to start!

So, I moved the desk out to the driveway.

Desk

The Before

I removed all of the hardware.

Drawers and hardware removed.

I emptied the drawers. Then I cleaned the hole punch confetti off of the driveway. Hubs killed the spider and eggs living on the bottom of the bottom drawer. I removed the dust and dirt from the desk.

Then, I made my first test of the stripper on one of the tiny little drawers. I figured they could be removed, and just be more shelves if I screwed them up. The stripper worked fine, but it gunks up my scrapers before I can even get them cleaned off.

So, feeling confident with my plan, I applied stripper to all of the small little spaces inside of the desk.

And then:

Rain!

The rain came down.

So, I practically threw the desk into the garage, at least as much as one girl can throw a piece of furniture. So, I started scraping the inner bits of the shelves. By flashlight, because our garage does not have enough light.

Flashlight Stripping!

After about 20 minutes of this, I could not decide if I was going to vomit, or pass out. So, I gave up and went inside. This is a project meant to be done in open air. My garage is not that!

Day 2 is next!

My Secretary (Desk)

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Over a year ago, I was wandering around my Goodwill, and came out with a couple of purchases. I bought an old school TV cart. It came out of a school, I think.  I paid $6.00 for it. I bought a bookshelf. I am not sure where it came from, but it was clearly not a discount store shelf. It is super heavy. I thought Hubs was going to kill himself trying to help me get it upstairs. I paid $5.00 for the shelf. And, to round out my $30.00 shopping spree, I paid $19.00 for a secretary desk.

I had plans to refinish it, and put it in my art room, so I could turn my desk (2 file cabinets and an 8 foot long piece of wood on top) into a painting table.  Then, Hubs and I traded spaces in the house. My art room is no longer the large bonus room. My art room is now the smallest bedroom in the house.  Just for the sake of showing, here is a picture of it.

Art Room

Isn't it super cute?

I love the new space, but there is not one inch of space left to put another piece of furniture. Literally. Every piece of furniture is strategically placed so that the not even my finger can fit between the door and the furniture. It is full! This means that my plans for my (eventually) cute desk got pushed aside. The desk has been sitting in the garage for over a year.

Well, today, things are changing. Of course, it is still sitting in the garage, but in the middle of the floor!

Desk

The Before

I started the process today. I have not decided what color it will be, or where it will live, but I have at least started. Stay tuned for more on my experience refinishing my desk!

Because it is Unrealistic

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Every few weeks, TV offers what  Hubs refers to as “My Movie Weekends.”  These weekends are full of movies that I love. Action movies. 80s and 90s action movies. Die Hard. Lethal Weapon. The Rock. Passenger 57. The Fugitive.  And even the much more recent, Taken.  I love action packed movies. I am not into guts and body parts being blown off. I prefer the ones that are not 75% CGI. But, give me a hero running around kicking bad guy ass, and I love it!

Then, there is TV. Reality (totally unrealistic) TV rules the air waves these days. We have Survivor, Big Brother, Amazing Race, The Challenge, Bachelor, Bachelorette, Real World, Project Runway, Ninja Warrior,Pawn Stars, Storage Wars… This list really could fill an entire post.
24 was not that kind of TV. I must admit, I resisted Jack for the first 4 seasons. I just refused to watch. All I knew about the show was that it was 24 episodes, shown 24 weeks in a row, with no intention for repeats. How could I ever fit such a show into my schedule? Of course,  now, I have DVR. Back then, I did not even have cable! But, my sister talked me into spending one extra night at home one weekend. Hanging out with her meant catching the season 5 premier. I was instantly hooked. Honestly, on my honeymoon, I watched 24 while Hubs was in a casino!  Hubs has dutifully purchased all 8 seasons, plus the movie, from the year of the writer’s strike.  Once in a while, I watch the whole series.

Jack has saved us from bombs, bio-weapons, nerve gas, and psycho terrorists. Jack has endured torture and agony. Jack has lost his wife, and girlfriends. Jack has just generally kicked ass. And I love it! One of the most memorable, and talked about moments, for our family, was when Jack ripped the cord off of a lamp and tortured a man with it. Jack can do anything.  Plus his cell phone ALWAYS works and ALWAYS has battery life.

Realistic? I doubt it. I really have no idea.  But, I can not get Hubs to watch 24 with me. He won’t watch it, because he says it is unrealistic. This, from the man who watches Star Trek. He recognizes the Klingon language when he hears it. He went to a convention. Unrealistic. I say BOO to your argument, Hubs! Come watch 24 with me!

Hubs is Home!!!

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For everyone that does not know, Hubs came home from Afghanistan about 6 weeks ago. We decided not to spread that around, because we weren’t really sure what was going to happen. He came home because he was sick. He has been with the doctor, and is now as good as new! However, the doctor recommended that he not return. So, Hubs has officially been released from his contract, and all obligations associated with it.

Cause to celebrate? Absolutely!

Down the Pirate Road

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It has been a while since I talked about Hubs, and the way my life operates.  Recently, I went through a week or so where I had some really random dreams. The content was random, but the color and pictures in my head were so bright and clear.

So, I was having this dream, one of those dreams where you are anticipating getting somewhere, or seeing something, but you wake up. And you never know how it turned out. The reason I woke up is because Bill, for whatever reason, decided that I needed to get up at the same time as him that morning.  So, that night, I was telling him about the dream:

 

I was driving around in downtown Charleston. I noticed a ton of college kids standing around on the sides of the streets. I pulled over to ask a girl why so many people were just standing around. She said that all of the buses were down, and no one had a way to get off of campus.  The were depending on the kindness of strangers to get people home. I told her I was headed to S-ville, if she needed a ride. She asked if her roommate could come too. Sure.

So, they get into my car, and we head to S-ville. Then, through S-ville. They point me down a few turns. Then, the girl says “Turn left here.” I do. After about a hundred yards, there was a wall of trees. She says “Just head straight down the Pirate road.” So, I say OK. I pull forward, right into the trees. I come out of the trees on the other side, onto a seriously long dirt road. Way in the distance I could see the outline of what looked like the biggest house ever!

 

Then Bill woke me up.

When I told him that we had reached the point where he woke me up, his honest to God, straight-faced question was:

 

“Was the girl hot?”

Yes ladies. This is MY Husband. And you can not have him!  🙂

Rough Day, Awesome Husband

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I have absolutely never worked in a center where so many of the children just look right at you and say NO and walk away. These kids have so little respect for authority. I can not decide if it is just these kids in particular, or a sign of the times as far as parenting goes. Honestly, it is probably a bit of both.

After 3 weeks, I am still unhappy with the amount of control that I have with my class. I feel like they are all safe, and no one is going to really hurt each other, but I have not yet found the trick to getting them to come inside, off of the bus, in any kind of order what-so-ever. I will keep trying new things until I find the right thing.

All of this is frustrating enough, without the added problem of the changing trend in our center to kids being there later in the day. Between 3 classes, there needs to be a combination of somewhere between 15 and 20 kids, depending on their ages, before I can leave. I can not tell you the last time that I left work on time. This was no so bad when I was getting overtime. Now that I am back to part-time, the extra half hour doesn’t feel as worth it. So, between my unruly kids and the repeated late days, I am just really super frustrated.

Hubs is also frustrated. He is trying to be an awesome husband (which he is, hands down) and fix dinner before I get home. The problem is that it is hard to have some things taste good after they have sat in a pot for an extra 20 minutes. So, after crying for the whole drive home, B came out into the garage and announced that he is going to set a concrete time for dinner, and if I stayed late at work, then I would be having cold dinner. Which, of course, made me cry even more.

He just hugged me and apologized. Then we went inside, had the 30 minute late dinner and watched Wipeout.  Then, he just let me go upstairs and crawl into bed. He took care of the dogs and just let me have some down time. I don’t ask for that too often. I am thankful that I get it when I need it most.

Love for B!

OK, are you ready for my Crazy Moment of the Week?

OK, I know, the week isn’t even over yet.  But, if THIS crazy moment gets topped tomorrow, I might just have to quit my job!

I have about 10 kids in my After School Kids class that their parents have requested that they spend some time working on their homework each day before they play. A perfectly reasonable request. So, I make sure that each of those children is working on their homework, and given enough time and if things are not too terribly chaotic, I try to check their homework as well.

So, yesterday, I had a child that was absolutely unwilling to work on his homework without me standing over him. And even then, there was a bit of a tantrum. When I told him that he needed to do his work on his own, he announced that he was going to kill me.

Yep. That is right. He is going to kill me.  Well, I feel certain that he is not.  🙂