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Insomniac DIY Mishap Lessons with Pallets

Insomnia is a terrible thief that steals one’s ability to think clearly the following day. What’s worse is that the body does not physically coordinate with you the way you think you are telling it to perform. Combine these things together for a wonderful crafty result coupled with physical injury for the safest of household objects. In other words, I seriously should stop trying to do DIY projects the day after no sleep!! Insomniacs beware.

During the course of the year, I continued to struggle with what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of sleep deprivation. These late nights or early mornings laying in bed awake led to browsing the internet for hours on end. After reading millions of articles, books, and shopping online at 3am, I would end on Pinterest browsing the DIY category. I would find so many things that I just knew I could do! I would make lists of supplies needed and the next day would sneak out to the store and purchase them. Some of these projects turned out nicely, others were just a huge disappointment ūüė¶

Lesson 1: I discovered that many of the DIY links on Pinterest were just plain junk! Most of them were just pictures that had been circulated several thousand times as many well-meaning would be crafters have pinned them in great hopes that 1 day they’d get around to trying them. Many didn’t have enough instruction to complete a task or seriously important details were missing from the processes, so I’ve had several mishaps. Here are a few things I’ve tried. Some were a giant FAIL¬†and others turned out nicely ūüôā

I promise to write as many of these as I can remember, but for today, here is one of the more famous “pallet” adventures!

I decided that since I had access to more pallets than the average person, I would create something out of them. I announced to my husband that I wanted him to start bringing them home to me. He dutifully complied and after bringing 5 or 6 home asked what I was going to do with them. I answered, “I’m not sure, but it’s going to be GREAT!” He would give me a strange look and then ask me again after 5 or 6 more pallets. My answer, always the same, was no longer good enough after we had over 25 pallets stacked in our back yard. ¬†(Insert cheesy grin here)

My first thought was outdoor seating. I would go outside and stare at the pallet stack and try to visualize how to physically go about constructing my creation. After about an hour of gathering the tools and supplies I needed and all this thinking, I would be mentally exhausted and defeated. Everything I saw online looked so simple, but I couldn’t figure out how to get the pallets into the shapes I needed. Lesson 2: Nothing seen online is as easy as it looks! I knew I could take them completely apart, but the point of using the pallets is to lessen the workload,¬†not add more to it!

I began by using a hand saw to cut the pallets down to size keeping 2 slats connected on front and 3 on the back. (Note: I used a hand saw because I am just the average housewife here, not the host of a lady’s only DIY show with a production crew and unlimited access to large power tools and emergency personnel¬†….should I cut off a digit.) [It is true that my husband is a contractor and I could have access to a ton of tools, but this was my project and I didn’t want his help!.] Once the 2 pallets were in sections, I leaned them against one another trying to visualize how to make them fit into a bench. Lesson 3: Pallets are made of wood. Wood Rots. ¬†Nothing looked right and the fact that the wood the pallets are made out of would need to be treated or they would rot quickly in the weather concerned me. I have no “patio” to sit them on. They would sit directly on the ground. Hmm… I changed my mind. No outdoor furniture. It sure looked cool on Pinterest though, even though in reality it wouldn’t work for me!

I stopped working for the day and resumed my nightly insomniac googling. Then decided to make a swing! Ah yes, I love to swing outdoors. A swing would be perfect! The next day I went outside and started placing the pieces together. Before I screwed anything together, I sat on one pallet piece while it was on the ground. It bowed beneath my tush even with the ground beneath me supporting it. I’m not a “large” lady, yet the piece that would be the seat would not really support me well. There would be no way that my rather large boys would ever be able to sit on it with me ūüė¶ This is when I learned a very important lesson – Lesson 4:¬†Not all pallets are created equal!¬†Pallets that hold large amounts of ceramic tile are great. Pallets that hold shingles are not as strong – believe it or not.

Back to square one again, the day passed and I waited for sleep once more. Sleep did not come, so I had plenty of time to do more nightly research. I found several project idea types to use the pallets to make a raised garden bed. BINGO! The soil in our yard is mostly clay and growing a garden has always been a challenge. So, this was perfect. My husband had mentioned how he longed to have a garden and I thought it would make us both happy.

The next day was much better. After finishing my work for the office, I began gathering my hand tools again and started off by cutting the pallets as described above. I left 2 slats connected on front and 3 slats connected on the back of most sections. Other sections had 1 slat on front and 2 on back. Our yard is not exactly level, so I had to compensate a little. Once I had 4 sections, I leaned them against one another to make a rectangle. It looked fine, so I grabbed my hammer & nails. After trying several ways to nail them together, I realized this wouldn’t work. I couldn’t hammer the nails into the sections because the overlapping slats prevented me from doing so. In short, my hand, nail, & hammer wouldn’t fit into one spot to do the job. I thought about it for a while and then decided to tie them together with the left over jute twine I had from earlier projects. It was strong, natural, biodegradable and well – it was the only thing I could think of! ūüôā

After all 4 sections were connected, my day was done. My husband saw my little creation, but didn’t say much about it. I guess he was letting me do my own thing happily ūüôā He was probably glad that I was finally using the pallets for something. He agreed to bring me more.

Lining inside pallet raised garden box

Lining inside pallet raised garden box

The next day, I decided I needed to line the inside of the garden box so my dirt wouldn’t fall out of the slats. I used a tarp cut to size. After placing the tarp inside, I ran to the local hardware store. I bought some garden soil with several coupons and gift cards I had collected from rebates. With some muscle help from the boys, we got¬†all four of the 25lb bags of dirt from the car to the new garden box. Excited, I cut a hole in the top of the bag and declared, “Pour!”. My son lifted the bag high and dumped the soil onto the tarp inside the box. Guess what happened… ¬†the tarp sunk in on all 4 sides and the dirt went everywhere! It went inside the box, outside the box, onto the tarp, over the tarp, and all over the ground too! Lesson 5: Think things through all the way before beginning. For some reason, I never learn this lesson. ūüė¶

Lining inside pallet raised garden box

Lining inside pallet raised garden box

I couldn’t think of any way to keep the tarp edges up, so I used binder clips from the office supply store to clip the tarp up on all 4 sides. Then I scooped massive amounts of dirt off the ground and put it in the box ūüė¶ I decided that I had learned so many lessons from this little project, I should build more boxes! ūüôā Cutting commenced with the hand saw and my children thought I had lost my mind. (This is normal around here.) My youngest son said, “uh, Mom? You need help?” ¬†I declined and then went on my business …sawing away. I took my weak little arms a whole day to saw 2 pallets for the next box. Each box I made went much faster in the creation process. I was doing better (avoiding all my previous mistakes) and I was working faster.

Completed pallet raised garden bed

Completed pallet raised garden bed

By the time the second box was completed and I was working on the third box, my husband noticed. He was amazed. He kept saying, “Wow! You built these? …by yourself?” ¬†ūüôā I smiled and kept on building. When I was ready to start the 3rd & 4th box, it was a weekend and my husband offered to help. This 4th (and last) box would be the largest one. He whipped out his drill, power saw and some other tools and took to building. Needless to say, he created that box in a smidgen of the time it took me (which was all day long). Actually, he was completely finished in under an hour! After he was finished, he sured up my other boxes with screws so the jute twine became decoration instead of structural.

Hubby came to help :)

Hubby came to help ūüôā

After all boxes were completed, I started planting. After planting was completed, my husband was staining our deck and stoop. He moved over towards the raised garden beds and started the process of staining them. In the picture below, the staining wasn’t completed yet. But, you get the idea ūüôā We also added a few stakes around the tomato area in preparation¬†for their growth.

Staining the pallets was a great idea!

Staining the pallets was a great idea!

Brother’s Love (a PTSD check-in)

A brother’s love is a strong, sensitive, and unfailing.

While we were on vacation earlier this week, I saw so much evidence of my boys’ healing. ¬†I noticed some changes in their interactions with one another over the last few weeks as we took in a new family addition. It is nice to see them¬†bonding once more instead of being arch enemies with each other ūüôā
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On vacation, we went to a small non-commercialized island where we had the beach practically to ourselves. This of course meant we also had the ocean to ourselves for the most part as well. Before the trip, both boys had concerns about safety. Neither could swim and were worried that I may not be able to save them. ¬†They worried about the heat, the sand, the frogs,…practically everything. I think they were afraid of a new experience, but knew I was not going to leave them home – they were going to see the ocean, like it or not!
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On day 1 we drove all day and each of us crashed on our prospective beds at the hotel late at night.

On day 2 we drove the short distance to the beach and they faced their fears. Nick coaxed them out into the water as he laid down a few ocean rules. He showed them how to get past the breaks, not to worry about the sand, what brushed against their feet, and showed them the tranquility of body surfing the gentle waves. I was truly amazed. They did it – with no reservations. They went straight into the water, conquered that fear. Later that day, I watched my oldest son write in the sand to his daddy. I guess he was showing dad that he hadn’t forgotten him. Then, he wrote to his girlfriend (his name and hers in a heart) multiple times! It was sweet. I had a few minor concerns about their PTSD flaring up on this trip and wondered if they would reach out to my deceased husband. My concerns were confirmed, but not anything to worry about yet. image

On day 3 they experienced the beach again, this time with stronger waves. We drove about an hour and 45 minutes to Ocean City Maryland. We went to the beach and the boys were awarded the opportunity to witness commercialization. They experienced mass traffic, city culture, saw what they thought were hot bodies (very little bathing suits and a lot of skin), odd people, live musicians, men and women flirting among the masses, and much more turbulent waters of the ocean.  We spent about three hours on the beach and in the ocean before we toured the boardwalk. The waves were crashing into the beach, the wind was stronger and people were elbow to elbow. The boys approached the water apprehensively. Nick went with them, but warned them about the undertow currents and told them how to make it back to shore if sucked out to sea. image

I could see the fear written on their faces and I knew that I would run out there and save them if I could. They feared losing each other as much as they had feared losing their daddy. They feared losing me and were relieved that I stayed on the shore line this day. I stayed with the towels and our belongings. The honesty factor flew out the window when we left our favorite island on Chincoteague. This was wild, crazy, and chaotic. image

I didn’t interfere as they bonded together, encouraged each other “they could do it” and¬†reassured¬†each other that they’d be okay. I can’t express how hard it was as a mother to watch and not jump in there and erase all of their fears.image

They went into the ocean. Holding hands. Forming a chain of protection as they had vowed to save each other if the need arose. They stayed close to Nick in the water for comfort. Before long, my oldest was waaaaay out in the ocean on his boogie board. He was a natural. He took to the waves like a dolphin. My youngest was not far out though as he stood aside and watched his big brother adventure out into the deep. image

They had learned to swim and hadn’t realized it!! They had conquered a fear and were not aware. They were out there swimming with fish, crabs, jelly fish, sting rays, sand sharks, and lord only knows what else ūüôā image

From the side lines, I watched. From the side lines I was proud of them and couldn’t tell them. They’ve told me that they are fine if I just help them and not actually say “PTSD” or “Are you okay”. My Momdar (mom radar) is supposed to go off at just the right time in their minds to save them from their own thoughts. image

On day 4  we were back on Chincoteague Island and we went to the beach at Assateague Island. They were beginning to wear thin, tire down Рlike a tire going flat.  The hot sun, wind, and ocean water was beginning to take a toll of them. Irritable and grumpy, we promised them a break on day 5.  I saw more sand writing on day 4 to their daddy and they brought him up a time or two in conversation. No one cried, no one withdrew. They were healing nicely. image

On day 5 ¬†Nick rented a bike for my youngest son and Josh to ride around town. My youngest conquered another fear. He learned how to ride a bike! He rode that bike all over the town while Nick and I went to the beach. He conquered a fear of independence and being alone also. He was rather happy with himself that he rode as long and as far as he did on the Island. By car, the entire island can be crossed in less than 10 mins if you obey the speed limit of 25mph. It was very small. My oldest also conquered a fear of being alone in a new place. He didn’t tell me he was afraid with words, I read it on his face. He talked to his girlfriend all day (I’m guessing) as he walked around the island. ¬†Both boys are still healing and growing on day 5 ūüôā
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On day 6 the boys didn’t want to go to the beach, they wanted bikes again. Nick rented bikes for them and they rode all day through the town. It was day 2 of a new-found freedom and they loved it! On this day all three boys had an¬†argument¬†blow out and they resolved it mostly on their own. Nick and I only had to intervene slightly. They were growing, bonding, learning each other and developing a new brotherly love (whether they realized it or not). image

On day 7 we went back to the beach one last time for shell collecting. They had all formed a new bond and were unaware of it. Each of them I saw talk to each other, interact with each other, and show concern in a new way. image

This vacation was a healing experience for them. Therapy could not have provided what this trip did.

Praise you Jesus for your Love, Grace, Peace, and Healing!! ¬†ūüôā

Yesterday’s Adventure – Beware

Yesterday’s Adventure – Beware

Yesterday,  I was reminded of an OSHA saying:

Is better to lose one minute in life… than to lose life in a minute.

I can be pretty naive at times I suppose. Part of that can be attributed to my belief that there is good in every person somewhere. But, where good is, evil is also present.

I found a couple of parks that I had never been to before and decided on¬†a destination for the day. The park I chose was¬†highly recommended by hikers¬†on several websites. Mountain bikers gave high marks and praised the upkeep, cleanliness, and safety. Fishermen posted on¬†wildlife sites about the beauty¬†& bounty of fish¬†at the park online as well. The park was listed on several family recreation recommendation sites also. I just had to go see this hidden local gem ūüôā

I have been all over my town, city, county and several others by myself exploring. I never gave the safety of this particular park a second thought, especially after so many high regards listed on public sites by so many people!

Following GPS, I located the park. I parked & noticed how many cars were present. There were many. I left my car, locked it¬†& went to a beautiful fishing dock ūüôā The water was low, but it was lovely ūüôā The surrounding trees, shrubs, and spring flowers were beginning to¬†emerge.¬†Life around¬†the dock¬†was thriving. It was absolutely beautiful!

As I walked along the first & only part of a trail I got to see, I soon realized I was surrounded by 5 men. They were coming toward me from all angles. They spoke one at a time to perhaps make me nervous. Nervous people do stupid things. I heard several of them all at once in my mind though as I quickly evaluated my predicament.

Hey Baby.

Take some good pictures?

Whatcha got there?

One whistled a cat call.

Where are you going sweet thang?

Come here, we just want to talk.

One unbuttoned his pants. I had a knife clipped to my¬†blue jeans (as I usually do) but¬†it was dull ūüė¶¬† (I can’t find my good knife that has made so many hikes with me.)¬†I hadn’t planned on taking a¬†long hike so I didn’t bring my regular gear with me.

I quickly evaluated my surroundings:

  • I was surrounded by 5¬†angles.
  • Wooded area.
  • No large rocks, branches, random wrought iron, wire on the¬†ground, or strong vines¬†to use for defense. There was nothing to use as an element of surprise.
  • No one else around. I realized how stupid I had been.

I have 12 phone numbers listed on speed dial. After the 5th one, I reached a friend. I began the most random conversation I have ever had (and that’s saying a lot for me).

OH Hey Sweetie!!¬†You are? I just found the coolest park. Yeah, it’s off XXX highway. Really? you’re coming this way anyway? Great!! I can’t wait to see you sweetie!! You’re just 2-3 minutes away, really? Oh man, I would LOVE to show it to you! I love you!

Please bear in¬†mind that my friend could not hear me well. Signal was not strong and he could only understand a few words that I was saying. Thank God he didn’t hang up on me!!

Fishing?¬†YES, there’s a¬†dock here and we can fish¬†sometime. Oh, did I tell you that I heard back from the¬†doctor?¬†I HAVE CRABS.¬†So, you’ll be here in a few¬†seconds? Great!!

While on the line with him, I had¬†twisted off the trail, into the thicket and toward the lake. Two men didn’t follow. One man behind me from another direction¬†proclaimed,

She crazy! She going into that snake water. Forget that man.

With only two¬†men left following me, I swiftly waded through the water with the phone plastered to my face.¬†I’d rather take a snake bite than face what they may have done to me! I dared not to repeat myself and give away ¬†the fact that my reception was not the best. I kept saying to my friend at different times in different ways,

Stay with me. Stay with me.

When I reached my escape trail, I glanced behind me. I had lost the other two men back on the other side of the lake. Their fear of the snakes was enough to deter them. I got in my car and sped out of there! I took a valuable lesson with me: Is better to lose one minute in life‚Ķ than to lose life in a minute.¬† Thank you OSHA ūüôā

Wet Wet Wet

There once was a lovely song by the music group Wet Wet Wet that I loved to sing, titled LOVE IS ALL AROUND.

Who would have ever thought a song by a water-logged band would have meaning in my life? Ha!

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I haven’t written much lately because I have been preoccupied with our house. In the past, I have written about the damages our house had endured over the last 2 years.¬†We have had more rainfall recently than¬†I can personally remember¬†during the 17 years I have lived in¬†our home. In January of 2009, record rain fall hit Knoxville, TN and the ground began to saturate. Midway through 2009, it was pretty soggy here in the eastern TN area. ¬†{Enter the Soggy Bottom Boys}.

By 2010, the ground had swelled so much with precipitation that there was nowhere for this water to absorb any longer. County and state built run-offs began to flood and streams, lakes, ponds, and of course Рmy land began to over flow. In fact, Norris Lake (which is closest to my home) was so full (12 ft over flood level), the dam was overflowing and TVA had to release the dammed water off their schedule cycle. This inadvertently flooded much land that normally was not under water in the eastern Tennessee valley. As we begin 2012, the precipitation continues. Each forecast from the weather man with precipitation throws me into a state of dread now that my home has become a swamp.

Our home has become¬†a wet land,¬†and¬†it is time for a re-evaluation of life once more. There have been 5 contractors look at the house and dust their feet of our situation.¬†They wouldn’t touch it. 2 huge men said they were afraid to get under the house for fear it may fall on them.¬†All 5 companies¬†walked away saying that I should just “level the place” and build all over again or buy a mobile home and place it on my new-found wet land. Tears have flown from my eyes until they were sore and swollen. But, I am not defeated!

Rain Rain, go away

2 1/2 hours after the rain stopped

No. We are not defeated! My risen savior is Alive! We are protected and loved.

  • Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, ‚ÄúWith man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.‚ÄĚ
  • Luke 1:37¬† “For nothing is impossible with God.”

Don’t take me wrong, I have been very upset during the last year and half while trying to save my¬†home from ruin. I have sworn, said foul things, hibernate¬†and¬†tried to hide from the world, ¬†threw my hands up in the air, and screamed in frustration!!¬† Then, the Lord brought some very important scriptures before me. It was like he allowed me to have my humanistic temper tantrum, then¬†he sent me comfort. It¬†poured in taking the form of many people and¬†objects for a little while, then he stopped me all together and taught me several lessons.

  • Proverbs 10:19¬† “When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.

This one hit me like a tons of bricks. Immediately I felt guilty for the things I had said in selfish anger about our lives and our home. Once something is said though, it cannot be taken back. Once a wound has been inflicted, it leaves a visible scar as a reminder so we do not repeat the same injury. My words during my rants are my scars now. I have and will continue to learn from them.

  • Proverbs 27:1¬† “Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.”
  • Matthew 6:34¬†¬† “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
  • James 4:13-14¬†¬† “Now listen, you who say, ‚ÄúToday or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money. Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”

I was trying to be the conductor, the Supervisor, the CEO of my life and I thought I could fix it all.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†For those of you who know me well, you know this is not like me at all! ¬†Previously, I had always lived my life 100% by faith and I knew I had no control over my life. I knew that God was in control¬†and I would have never thought about trying to fill his shoes. So, what happened? When did I pick up all of my burdens and begin carrying them again? The answer to this one bites…When Nick died.

 I was in denial. During the grieving process there are many stages. Doctors, counselors, and psychiatrist will tell you about all the stages they believe you will go through as a survivor, but there is one stage that they omit. Selfishness. They will tell you that you will experience:

SHOCK & DENIAL

PAIN & GUILT

ANGER & BARGAINING

DEPRESSION, REFLECTION, LONELINESS

THE UPWARD TURN

RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH

and finally – ACCEPTANCE & HOPE

What they will not tell you is that somewhere mixed in the 7 stages of grief, you will become self-absorbed. So many people will tell you to “take time for yourself” cause “you deserve it”. You were a great person (just because you are sad and you could burst into uncomfortable tears at any moment) so “do something nice for yourself”. Afterall, you were “so strong” and you are a “survivor”.¬† People mean well when they say these things. As a widow, a surviving child, or a surviving parent – be careful that you do not follow in my path. I heard it over and over. I began to agree with it, even though it was wrong! I fell into the “let’s just make her feel better for now” trap. I let it go to my head. I became self-absorbed and I forgot from whence my help comes from.

I didn’t go out, hit up every bar in town, go clubbing often, change my hair and make-up, buy a whole new wardrobe, or become promiscuous. But, what I did led to a path of self-destruction¬†just the same. Go through this post. Count how many times I have written I, Me, My, or Mine.¬†The good thing is that I have finally been rebuked enough to learn from it ūüôā I cannot do anything on my own. I am nothing without God. I can do nothing without him. I, nor my family, can prosper without giving him 100% of the glory and praise.

  • Proverbs 27:17¬† “As iron sharpens iron,¬†so one person sharpens another.”

The Lord revealed that he would send different people to us, one by one, to bless us.  I had to be obedient and accept the blessings to allow the person He sent to be blessed in return.

  • Proverbs 27:18¬†¬† “The one who guards a fig tree will eat its fruit,¬†and whoever protects their master will be honored.”

God, my master, deserves all the honor and glory for every aspect of our existence.

  • Proverbs 27:19¬†¬† “As water reflects the face,¬†so one‚Äôs life reflects the heart.
  • Proverbs 27:20¬†¬† “Death and Destruction are never satisfied,¬†and neither are human eyes.”

So, with these lessons learned in the swamp, from the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. I am thankful today for the swamp. It’s not mine. It belongs to the Lord. Why was I worried that I would lose it? It’s not mine to lose. I am just a steward over it for a little while and after I am gone…someone else will be a steward over the swamp ūüôā I sincerely hope that the next person is not as stubborn as I was. I hope they are prosperous¬†and lean-to the Lord for all their understanding so they are blessed beyond belief in that wet land ūüôā

I am so tired now.

I am tired of saying “I“.

Another Day Another Adventure

God’s hand is there extended for all of us, if only we reach for it.

On labor day, I had a minor snaffu. It had been raining here for several days. I was driving to work and traffic was crawling along. Covered by run-off rain water, the roads in some places had become impassable. I carefully chose a route that would be safe, well travelled, and lit well for visibility. As I pulled out from a traffic light and began to accelerate on a level surfaced road, my tires lost traction & the car began to hydroplane. The brakes, of course, didn’t work. So, I attempted to correct the slide with the steering. Nothing would stop the slide & I was headed straight on toward a utility pole…
…just as I was about to collide head first into certain death, some how, some way the car quickly slid sideways at the last possible second and I’m alive. I have no idea logically how the car redirected its position, but my life was spared.
All I could say was, “Thank you Lord! Thank you Lord! Thank you Lord.” The vehicle straightened up, there was no oncoming traffic and no traffic behind me. Where had all the other vehicles gone? I still don’t know.  I drove to work. After I’d been there for a little while, I went out to check my vehicle. My tires were flat, but not much else appeared to be visible. A tire change here & there & I was mobile once more.

God’s hand was stretched out to me on labor day. His hand guided my vehicle to safety. I have absolutely no doubt about that!  So, once again, I thank God for another daily adventure ūüôā

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