Master Closet Makeover

Does anyone besides me hate wire racks? I despise them. Our builder put them in when we first built our house, and it saved us a ton of money. I opted out on having a door put on our closet. So as soon as you walk into our bathroom you can see straight into our closet.

After about a year of walking into my bathroom, and looking at the wire racks I finally had enough of it. I couldn’t look at them any more. So I did what any “sane” person would do, I took them all down. I do not recommend doing this when you are disgusted with them – perhaps do it when you are calm. Lesson learned now.

When I pulled the wire racks out I had some massive holes left in the walls. I knew that drywall putty would help with that, and I wanted to paint the closet anyway. Off to Lowe’s I went to get paint, drywall putty, and something to sand with. This was my first time using drywall putty, and it will be my last. I am not a professional by any means. I got it patched, sanded, and painted. And then it set for some months, and we lived out of the closets in the front of the house.

I had a general idea of what I wanted when it came to making over my closet. I have a ton of makeup from where I used to sale Mary Kay I had also started a nice little collection of jewelry that a friend of mine sales, Plunder. I wanted a way to have them organized, and not be a hot mess all over my room, bathroom, and closet. So where did I turn? Pinterest of course!

I saved ideas from how I wanted the layout to look, and the way I wanted my jewelry and makeup to look. While I was looking at ideas for that I started looking for ways to organize my husbands hats that were hanging on the bathroom door. All of our accessories would be in the same location.

My father-in-law is a carpenter by trade so we enlisted him for help. He would build our closet, and everything would be organized more than it was. I showed him what I had found on Pinterest, and he ran with it. I am thankful that he went his way because I would not have enough room if we went my route of what I had pinned.

It took him a day to finish. The only thing we lack now is we have to add the hooks for the necklaces and the hats. Please do not judge on how the clothes look (ha!).

The baskets all came from Walmart. The bigger ones are Pioneer Woman, and the other ones are just regular wooden crates. I was able to move our dresser out of our room (which made our room more open), and use it for the little man as a changing table by using these baskets. We each have a big basket for our under garments, and the two wooden crates house our winter and summer items. I got the tin oval bucket that holds my earrings at dollar tree. The two little wooden crates came from Walmart hold my bracelets and my most used makeup. I am not sure if you can see it, but I also purchased at the dollar tree a little decorative cup that has little accent gems in there to hold my makeup brushes.

By putting my jewelry and makeup in the closet it has freed up a ton of space in my bathroom! I am already looking at ways to take out the wire racks in our laundry room, but that won’t happen until our washer and dryer die. If you are interested in what I have in mind for the laundry room coming up follow me on Pinterest!

Shots, Shots, Shots

Yesterday I went to the doctor for my 28 week checkup. I knew going into this appointment what was going to happen….well sorta. When I arrived I knew I had to drink the goods for the glucose test. I got the orange flavor. I have heard horror stories of “the drink” and I was a tad bit nervous.

I apparently was either thirsty or ready to get it over because I chugged it. I am talking about less than 5 minutes to get the whole bottle down. Not gonna lie because I had chugged it I was a little nauseous after the fact. I do not recommend chugging looking back. The downfall to this is when you finish it you have to wait an hour before they can draw your blood to see if you got the diabetes.

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Once I had finished the glucose drink I got called back immediately. They asked me about the flu shot – I said no. I have never had the flu shot, and to my recollection I have never had the flu (knock on wood). When the doctor came in she told me I would be getting my RhoGam shot.

I am Rh-negative. This means that I am O negative when it comes to blood, and they aren’t sure if the baby is going to be positive or negative when it comes to their blood type. If my blood was to mix with the babies while in the womb I have the potential to kill the child or have the child become extremely anemic which would result in a blood transfusion as soon as he was born. This shot is to protect my antibodies from building up a defense against the baby. I was told that if I fell before I made it to 28 weeks then I would need to go to the emergency room ASAP to get the shot earlier.

She also talked to me about getting the flu shot. I told her the same thing I had told the nurse. I didn’t want to start getting the flu shot when I was pregnant. She then had to go into detail about what could happen in the third trimester if I was to get the flu. It’s kind of scary. She said while she was in school and rotations she had one person die from the flu that was in the third trimester, and then two people that were in ICU on a vent in their third trimester. One of the ladies ended up going into labor while on the vent, and she said that caused some major panic within the ICU. I am going to pray for the next 12 weeks I don’t get the flu.

I went ahead and told her I wanted to get the Tdap shot out of the way. I knew from talking to people previously that I would need this shot. I figured this would be the best time to get it since I was giving blood and already getting another shot. The Tdap shot is to protect against tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis. The one I am most concerned with is pertussis (whooping cough). I have known some adults to get it, and they have had a hard time getting rid of it.

Once we discussed everything that needed to be gone over, and heard the beautiful heartbeat it was time for the nurse to come back in and give me my shots. The nurse came in, and said alright the first shot is the Tdap and you are going to curse me tomorrow. I told her I had previously had a cortisone shot in my shoulder and that it wasn’t pleasant and I could handle this. The second shot (RhoGam) would be going into my rear. I think that’s the first time I have ever had a shot there, and hopefully it’ll be my last.

When I got home I had noticed that my arm was a little sore and swollen where I had gotten my Tdap shot. No big deal. I went to bed, and I sleep a lot on my left side right now since that is the most comfortable position for me. Every time I rolled to my left side it felt like someone had punched me and left a massive bruise. Needless to say sleeping was a lot of fun last night. This morning it isn’t so bad. The swelling has gone down, and it doesn’t bother me as much. I still will take this shot over a cortisone shot any day.

Consignment Sales

Twelve years ago I got the news my sister was pregnant with her first. And like any cool aunt would do I went looking for the best clothes money could buy for him. I also went a little overboard. The cool thing about twelve years ago is that Hecht’s was going out of business. I was able to go and buy all the name brands for dirt cheap. I sort of knew how fast kids grew so I spaced out the sizes that I bought him.

I gave them to my sister, and she put them away. She forgot about all the clothes I had bought him, and ended up selling them in a consignment sale. This was the first time I had heard of a consignment sale. I apparently lived under a rock. Fast forward a few years, and my friends are talking about going to consignment sales. I tune them out because I don’t have kids why would I need to listen.

Then it happens. I become pregnant. A church that I have spent many years of playing church league softball, volleyball, and just hanging out with a few of their members put up an ad that they are having a consignment sale. I decided now was the time to figure out what a consignment sale was all about. I learned that my best friend was going as well so we arranged to go together.

I have to say I am thankful I decided to make this one the first one I went to. It was all in the gym. Clothes on one side and toys, books, and other things on the other side. I was still a little overwhelmed with having to go through the clothes. It was also very helpful that Kristin was there to help me out with what would come in handy (she’s got three little boys herself).

Two weeks later I saw an ad for a local consignment sale. When they advertise they advertise right. I decided I was going to tackle this one alone. I had also decided before I went to grab sizes of clothes from newborn to 9 months. I went on the first day it was opened. They had posted pictures and videos of what they had for sale, and I had a few items that I wanted. By the time I had gotten there those few items were gone. So I headed straight to the clothes.

This building is massive. All of the clothes were in the gym, the toys had their own room, and the strollers and play items lined the hallways. I’m telling you it was something else. I get to the clothes and I am in heaven. Most of the stuff is $1 or $2. Before I know it I am racking up, and  I finally called it quits after about 45 minutes.

When I was checking out the lady was telling me how their consignments worked. She said they do one in the fall and one in the spring, and that everyone just trades off their clothes. They will tag the old clothes, and then purchase what they need for the upcoming seasons. It saves families a ton of money doing it this way. Her explaining it to me opened my eyes to see the beauty of a consignment sale.

I went a little overboard on the clothes (see picture), I admit that. But as a woman when you see a good deal, you just can’t turn it down.

IMG_20180927_190654498 I have also turned into this person recently that will accept any donated clothes for our child. We have had three people give us their hand-me-downs from their children. The most recent one gave us clothes ranging from newborn to 3T. Our child is going to be one blessed little man!

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Until he is old enough to buy his own clothes he will be rocking the consignment sale clothes, and the hand-me-downs.

Postseason

As September was coming to a close, Atlanta was getting closer to clinching a postseason spot. It had been some time since they had made postseason – 2013 to be exact. September 22nd the Braves made it happen, they were the National League East Division Champions.

One item that has been on my bucket list is to make it to a postseason baseball game. In January we went to see the Titans play the Chiefs in the AFC Wildcard game, and that was madness. Since the Braves had finally made it to postseason we decided to go ahead and buy tickets. We weren’t sure if they were going to get home field advantage or not when we ordered them, and we still had plenty of baseball left to play in the regular season.

The Braves end up losing 4 of their last 5 games. Because of the way the standings were they got to play the Los Angeles Dodgers in the NLDS. And LA got home field advantage. The tickets that we purchased were for game two in Atlanta. When you order postseason tickets in advance you have no idea when that game is going to be. You are taking a gamble. With the way the cards fell we ended up getting game four IF there was a game four since it’s the best 3 out of 5.

Games 1 and 2 were in LA. The Braves got outscored 9-0 in those games. Skunked is more like it. They were coming back to Atlanta down 2-0, and it was not looking pretty the way the offense was going as well as the pitching. Game 3 was Sunday night. We ended up going back to Sandersville for the night to watch the game. If the Braves got swept then we would get up early and go back home. If they pulled out a win then we would wait around for the game to start at 430 ET.

Before the game started Dustin said if the Braves could score five runs then they would win. Enter the bottom of the second inning, and Ronald Acuna Jr steps up to the plate with the bases loaded. Low and behold he crushes the ball – grand slam. He becomes the youngest player to hit a grand slam in a postseason game. The Braves end the inning up 5-0. The Dodgers weren’t backing down easily though. They tied it up in the fifth inning. Freddie Freeman steps up to the plate and crushes a homer in the sixth. That was the game winning hit. We’re going to game 4.

 

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Postseason games are different then regular season games. The fans know it, and there is a different feeling in the air. There were people lined up at the gates before the gates even opened.

When the game started out I was nervous, yes I am that nerd that gets nervous about sporting events. The first inning the Dodgers scored, and I thought well here we go again. But the fourth inning Kurt Suzuki came in to pitch hit with the bases loaded, and got not just one RBI but two. The Braves took the lead 2-1. Go a couple of scoreless innings, and then what I didn’t want to happen happened.

The sixth inning the Dodgers get Freese to single to send two runs home. They go back up on top 3-2. Seventh inning Manny Machado hits a three run shot into left field. He sealed the deal for the game. The Dodgers won 6-2. We ended up leaving before the game ended since we knew the Braves wouldn’t be able to come back from the blow of that home run, and we were driving back home that night.

It was awesome getting to experience postseason baseball, but I have to say that the best part was seeing the beauty that God painted for us on our way out.

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There is still more baseball to be played this year, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing what the Braves can do next year.  And hopefully they can go deep in the postseason next year.

Between the Hedges

For years I had heard how awesome, and beautiful it is between the hedges. It’s one of those things you have to experience for yourself. For the most part the fans are fantastic, and the layout of the stadium is great.

Normally when Vanderbilt plays Georgia it is a day game, and when we play there it is homecoming for them. This year was a smidge different since it was a 7:30 kickoff time. Vanderbilt isn’t known for its football team. Actually there are a lot of people that are fans of the SEC that would like for Vanderbilt to not even be in the SEC because they aren’t the best when it comes to football. I have come to terms that if we actually make it to a bowl game then it has been a really good year.

For Georgia’s homecoming it is awesome because they have the alumni cheerleaders that come back, the Red Coats (marching band), and the twirlers. They normally have about 6 former cheerleaders that show up, and they are in their long skirts and their sweaters. It is fantastic! They get out there and do the cheers, and also will dance and it fills my heart because I love old people. The Red Coats and the twirlers get out before the game the game starts and perform. It truly is an experience.

Two years ago, Vanderbilt surprised everyone and actually won in Athens. This year was not the case. We lost 41-13. Next year we get them in Nashville for the first game of the year. I will be cheering for them to beat Alabama when it comes to the SEC Championship game this year.

Georgia On My Mind

Have you ever thought if you moved to a different place where that would be? I have. Many times actually. I have fallen in love with Colorado and parts of Canada. The places that I fall in love with tend to be small town USA (or Canada). There is one place that if I didn’t live in Tennessee it would be Sandersville, GA.

In 2006 I met my best friend Jill, who is more like a sister to me. She grew up in Sandersville, but was living in Tennessee at the time. Her and her family are HUGE Georgia Bulldog fans, and with me being a HUGE Vanderbilt fan we struck a deal back in 2014. When Vanderbilt played Georgia in Athens we would go to Athens, and when Georgia came to Nashville her brother would come up for that game.

Jill moved back home to Sandersville two years ago. Two years ago Vanderbilt was playing in Athens, but Dustin and I went down early to see Jill’s new house. I instantly fell in love with Sandersville. Like I said I am a sucker for small town USA, and Sandersville was no different. They have the town square, people sitting on their front porches, and the Mayberry like feeling. The thing that sets Sandersville apart is Dairylane.

Dairylane looks like your normal old school hamburger place on the outside. When you get inside you almost don’t believe the prices that it costs for their food – I mean let’s be honest where else can you get a delicious burger for a dollar and some change?!?! You also get to see the jerseys of former players that grew up in the town that went onto play in college and the pros. The milkshakes are heavenly too.

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What I also love about Sandersville is that they are all about some football. Fridays are all about Friday night lights, and Saturdays everyone is wearing their game day attire. The next trip to Sandersville will be in two years. Until then I will be dreaming of cheeseburgers and milkshakes from the dairylane.

Servant Leader

Have you ever met a servant leader in real life? We are told in the Bible that we should emulate Christ, but do we actually ever see it in action out in the World? I can honestly say I have seen it firsthand. And her name was Gilda.

When I was a Freshman in high school I had a crush on a fella that was a Senior. He was the President for Key Club, and was looking for people to join for the next year. I had no idea what Key Club was, but hey when a cute guy asks if you want to be apart of something how do you say no to him? August rolls around and we have our first Key Club meeting. This is when I met Gilda. Gilda was our local Kiwanis Club sponsor. She would come periodically to meetings, and invite us to local events that happened in the area. My first event that I had signed up for was the pancake breakfast. And I loved it. I have never had that much fun serving other people breakfast.

My Junior year I decided to run for President of Key Club. I got it, and I got to spend more time with Gilda through this – luncheons, conferences out of town, meetings at school. She was a blast. Her personality and her laugh were contagious. My Senior year I stepped down as President since I played sports year round, and it was hard for me to get people involved in afternoon activities when I couldn’t even go myself. I was still present for the monthly meetings, and I never missed the pancake breakfast.

The summer after my Senior year my parents had what we like to call a “coming to Jesus” meeting. They told me I had til I turned 18 to find a job or I was getting kicked out of the house. Talk about a shot to the heart…I thought I was going to have a free ride all the way through college. I had no idea where to start so I went and talked with Gilda. Gilda worked at a tuxedo store as a manager, but she had connections all over. When I walked in I was in shorts and a t-shirt, and slightly looked like I hadn’t bathed in a week. I told her what the conversation was that I had with my parents, and she offered me a job on the spot. She also told me I had to dress up for this job.

This was a job that was a blessing from the Lord. I learned so many life lessons from her while I worked there. She taught me that handwritten thank you notes go a long way, and people appreciate them, that the customer isn’t always right, and that if you listen and try to connect with the customer you might become friends for a long time – and yes that last one happened more often then not.

Not only was she managing the tuxedo shop she had a program that she had come up with. That program was called Ambassadors and it consisted of about 20 teenage boys. She taught them how to tie a tie, how to set a table, that community service is a must, and then she also had a dance team. These guys would be able to earn points which would go to their tuxedo rental. At first you could see that the guys were all about getting tuxedos for free, and then they transitioned into loving the community service and hanging out with Gilda. Throughout the year I would go along with the community service projects because Gilda knew that I loved it. When it came time for the prom fashion shows when the boys would dance that was not my cup of tea, but Gilda had taught me how to be able to run the store by myself. She trusted me with that huge responsibility.

Throughout the years I worked on and off for her. She supported me when I started adding jobs that took away from working with her. I started working at Starbucks, and also a small company called Sport Seasons as well as helping her out occasionally. There was a lot of nights that I would be there with just her. We would talk about life, sports, you name it we talked about it. One night we sat down to take a breather from the busy day we had, and we were listening to the radio. They were doing one of those contests where you could win free tickets to a concert. The question was “if you were the opposite sex for the day, what would you do?” Her response: “I’d be gay. I like boys too much.” Somehow I talked her into calling the radio station to give them that answer because it made me laugh. She ended up winning the tickets, and we went to see Gwen Stefani.

I was there when she decided to open up her own shop, and work for herself. She worked countless hours getting everything set up. When she finally got everything in order she broke the news to her boss, and took me and another girl with her. The saying “do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, was a motto she lived by. She would bend over backwards for you, and that made you want to bend over backwards for her as well.

It got time for me to get a “big girl” job, and Gilda knew it was coming. It was time for me to break away from her, except I didn’t. I still worked the community service events that I could, and we would get together and catch a Nashville Sounds baseball game. Bob, Gilda’s husband, was a big baseball fan and we would go catch a game together. When Dustin and I got serious, Gilda had to approve – which she did. She took Dustin in just like she took me in. We were her family.

The last time I saw Gilda was at a Nashville Sounds baseball game for her to let us know that she was retiring from the tuxedo business, but would still be doing her Ambassadors and Social Graces (she added girls a few years back to the program). She had sold to another local tuxedo business, but they were going to let her keep on doing her thing impacting teenagers lives. We had text back and forth about the baby, and also my obsession with nuns. (Side note: if you aren’t in awe by the work of a nun then there is something wrong with you…just sayin).

September 22, 2018 Gilda was driving home from an event and got hit in a head-on-collision by a young lady that had been drinking. It killed her instantly. It’s still hard to believe that she is no longer with us. Her death didn’t just impact her family, and those that she added to it, but it rocked the community as well. She was a no-judgment, always had an ear to listen to you, and if there was work to be done in the community she would be the first one there.

Here’s a few links to get a glimpse of what an impact she had on everyone she met:

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Talk of the Town

I am so thankful that she came into my life 17 years ago. It will take time to heal, and fully comprehend that she is no longer with us on Earth. I am also upset that my son will never get to meet her, and have her spoil him. He will however know how great of a person she was and what an impact she left on the world.