Junk in the Trunk (and then some)

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I love SUMMER!!!!! As I bask in the warmth of the summer sun, I allow myself to breath in full bore the smell of bbq, lavender, sun block and bug repellent.
But the very, very, very best part of summer is YARD SALES, they have an aromatherapy all their own. Oh that sweet smell of summer sweat and the desperation to sell “junk” is addictive. Nothing compares to pulling up to a curb and wanting to jump out the car, long before it’s parked.
This is where I confess I suffer from a severe case of “junk-a-mania”. If I see a curbside freebie, that only feeds my junk addiction. The junkier, the better. The uglier, the more fun the challenge to make a pretty again. I actually consider myself a kind of “plastic surgeon” for the worn and discarded pieces of yesteryear.
Because I have no desire to attend a 12 step program for “junk-a-maniacs”, I have decided to own my need to re-vive, retweek, and emerse myself in the memories of past.
I proudly own the stain under my fingernails and when I wear my paint stained clothing I’m kinda inviting others to give that “your mama dresses you funny” stare.
In fact I have decided to celebrate my “flea bitten/flea market” affliction and sell my trash/treasure in my own little “Junk in the Trunk” (and then some) booth inside a local antique mart.
Summer has just started and already been so good to me and I hope for all you other “junk-a-maniacs” your summer days are filled with curbside freebies, flea markets and barn sales galore.

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You Know You’re a “Junk-a-Maniac” When

You know you suffer from “Junk-a-Mania” when you;
1. can’t pass a wrecking/junk yard without breaking into a cold sweat.
2. peruse craigslist at least twice daily for “free” stuff.
3. painstakingly map out your yardsale route, so as to not miss that one piece of trash, you know you got to have.
4. almost throw your friend out of the car while on approach, but not yet to yardsale curb and in park (to ensure she obtains that broken down table you see another eyeing).
5. your all glassy eyed and look goofier than usual when your talking really good “junk”.
6. wear your oil/paint stain clothing, fingernails with a tinge more pride than embarrassment, while out shopping.
These are just a few of the symptoms affiliated with “Junk-a-Mania, there are too many to list. imageimageimageimageimage
Oh and for those of us who love to re-tweek our junk. There is always the before and after pics, we just gotta snap.
This is my latest from yesterday. I made my own chalk-paint and saved probably 80% in doing so. I also discovered JB Weld and it worked so much better than putty for a broken table leg.

From Trash to Treasure (taped to memory)

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As I drove up to the yard sale and saw this beauty, it took a lot for me not to jump out of the car while still moving. I was almost in salivation mode while walking (running) up to the owner.
Needless to say I bought it for a reasonable price and enjoyed thoroughly the process of restoration. Well I enjoyed most of it. The one thing that drives me nuts is finding TAPE adhered to wood. I do not understand why anyone tapes wood and have decided that while I’m trying to refrain in the curse word department, TAPE is my new four letter word.

From “dragon ass” to spreading my wings in “dragonfly”

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Anyone who is blessed enough to live in the land of four seasons, knows there comes a time when we got to admit, we’re tired of white and wet stuff that looks a lot like snow.
Man after a long hard winter, I’m startin to feel more than a little cabin fever and can’t wait to break lose of this ass I’ve been “dragon” all winter long.
Now I just want to spread my “yardsale dragonfly” wings and breath in the old, stank vintage air of antique past, longing for the rebirth of spring.

It’s True, You Are What You Eat

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It’s true you are what you eat and I’ll totally own the fact that I am one big ole turkey, but a grateful one!!!!
So I thought I would take a minute and jot down just a partial gratitude list.
Here goes;

1. Numero uno on my gratitude list is the NUMERO UNO in my life, Jesus.
After many, many, many, did I say many years of doing it my way and thinking I was alone, I now know I haven’t been alone not one day in my life. My God, that is first and foremost on my gratitude list has had this crippled child’s heart and soul close at hand always.

2. So grateful for the wonderful children, husband, grandchildren and all the rest of the family that my father has blessed me with. They’re so crazy and own it like I would most certainly expect them to do. I adore each and every one of this bunch and ask myself many times why father has blessed me with so much love, when it took me so long to learn how to. Again that would be a for sure gratitude winner.

3. I’m grateful for even as a small child knowing there is much power through prayer. What an immense love God has for us, that he allows us hope through the grace of prayer. Thank You!!!!!

4. Gotta get just wee bit silly here and say how very grateful I am, that Father didn’t make me a “Fox”, cuz I’m telling you now he’s always known I would be the least humble attractive person on planet earth. I would probably go big hair, big lip, big boobs, BIG HEAD on you all and not even I would be able to stand me.

5. Needless to say I’m grateful for our home and the need to keep it home for those many blessings of family, friends and loved ones.

This Thanksgiving in our home I will force my children, spouse, grandchildren and any other soul who enters the door to endure at least a years worth of home movies. I live to hear the whining that comes along with me breakin out my beloved video camera. There will be good eats, games (maybe a little trash talk), dancing in a conga line and most importantly love.
I’m gonna keep on owning my turkey status and gobble up every bit of laughter, warmth of heart, joy and love I can get.

What are you grateful for today?

Not Just Talking Out My “boro”, TGIF and More

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With my feet barely touching the floor, my fingers type away with the kind of zeal that only comes from the end of a hard week of work and a fine glass of wine.

Oh how I’m anticipatin’ un-alarming that no good, dirty rotten alarm clock tonight.
Lord, knows at my age (vintage) I am so grateful to be employed and at the same time, at my age (again, vintage) I am not so grateful that I still have to be employed!!!!

Oh, well I remind myself this evening that is why God made weekends, so we could do all the laundry, clean the house, do the shopping, wash the car, pay the bills and then RELAX.

I remember doing all this when my kids were little. Really, not so much has changed except for the fact that now I’m old enough I kind of smile even when I bitch.

I observe those around me, some still hard at work, some retired and some forced into early retirement.

I remind myself that the grass is never so green as in our own backyard and that each and every one of us has the ability to make it, break it or grab it by the ____
and run with it.

I choose this beautiful Friday evening to get my bitchin out-of-the-way, count my many blessings and then run with each and every one of them into tomorrow.

TGIF, us each and everyone!!!!

“Butt”, What??????

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Just another yardsale gem refurbished, re-tweeked, recovered and reborn. From trash to treasure and well worn, to well dressed and like bran spankin new but with character to boot. This old chair has a been given new life and there … Continue reading

Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back In The Water (after they told you, please don’t pee in the pool)

Forgive me for the repost but I love this one.

This has been the summer of self discovery. First and foremost I discovered I had completely lost my groove. Sadly, I then discovered that I had been so worn down, worn out and worn through I didn’t even remember I had one. Through no ones fault but my own, my get up and go, had got up and left and with no forwarding address to boot.

None the less, just like Stella I did get my groove back. It wasn’t on an island paradise or tropical cruise that it was rediscovered. I regained my funk in the most unlikely place and with one of my favorite people. I found the groove I didn’t even know I had lost, yet still managed to miss.

It went something like this. My darlin little sisy took her (slightly older) sister to her favorite outdoor spa for a little R&R. I must interject now that one of the things I love most about my sisy is her total inhibition and ability to enjoy life. I am the overly cautious (again slightly older), uptight sister. Not to be redundant, but just to remind you I went on this little trip grooveless and wound tighter than a clock.

As my darling sister and I sauntered from one luxurious outdoor pool to another I found myself actually starting to truly relax. I hadn’t been silly in so long and it felt so good to laugh out loud. I could hear myself and I gotta say it was music to my tired ears. But,then it got even better. With a glass of red wine in hand, we sat together in one of the smaller pools. There we were just the two wild and crazy sisters without a care. It was like we were kids again (only with wine). It was great to feel so free and at that point I did what I NEVER in my life would have normally done. I like my little sisy had done on her 50th birthday did it, I pee’d in the pool!!!!! It was one of craziest things I have ever done, cause I really didn’t give a diddly, PIDDLY, doo what anyone else may think. If the water turned blue who the heck cared. That was the freeing part I didn’t worry about it, I just did it.

That simple, silly and maybe a little inappropriate act soothed my soul. At 56yrs old that pee became a right of passage for me. It allowed me to not only to retrieve my lost groove but to realize the importance of the fact I still have one!

“Kickin It Up” In The Family Dynamic

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Just like in life, each of us in the family dynamic has a cross we bare. It doesn’t matter if you’ve one sibling or ten; those who know you best are your biggest fans and sometime harshest critics. You don’t … Continue reading