whiskey fridays. or wednesdays. or whenevers...

things around here have been going at approximately 90 bajillion miles an hour. yes, 90 bajillion. next week is thanksgiving....but apparently it's not a real holiday, because all i am seeing are christmas commercials. don't get me wrong, i LOVE christmas, am a toddler about it, but can't we at least celebrate the holidays in order without another infringing? hmmmm. can we? can we now?

with that being said, i feel as if it is 3 in the morning. i'm not tired or anything of that nature, but i feel as if i have been running non-stop. i had honestly no idea that it was friday today. not even a vague clue. that's pretty bad, because that means i didn't know yesterday was thursday. thursday is my favorite day of the week. go figure right?

we've sold our first piece of furniture...wooohoo - urbanreclaimed.com - find us, love us, like us, buy us....

i am steadily trying to promote us any way that i can. which involves no less than 3 changes to each website that i've made. including the biggest one of all and that was....A NAME CHANGE...wooo hooo. if you didn't notice in the last paragraph, but our name is now Urban Reclaimed. all of our websites can be found from the one above - urbanreclaimed.com.  i think i have now successfully made everything talk to each other. by i, i clearly mean, darwin's friend john....he helped get goodsie.com going. pretty sweet.

we are working on a logo, and i am trying to decide if i want to do a brochure. brochures are annoying and a pain in my ass, but i have not entirely ruled them out. we will see.

i just want it to be monday at approximately 10:00 am. that means i am dropping dar off at the airport and me, the coneman, and sweet praia girl are headed to the m...mmmhmm.  whiskey, food, and no responsibilities. yes please.

ciao.

'like' us on facebook (and mississippi wood trader), follow us on twitter (and me too), bookmark our website (and mine too)....selfless promotion right there...selfless

jelly of the month club?

it's the holidays. it's cold. this translates, to dot freezing to death. yea i mean quite literally freezing to death. there just are not enough layers in my closet to adequately provide for warmth. i did learn that darwin bought me a present. in the form of a propane powered heater. YES! maybe now my fingers won't hurt so incredibly bad, or the pens will stop rebelling and start writing again, and maybe just maybe the internet router will start to function properly again. all of these are big maybes i might add....

back to the holidays. the season of giving. well at the moment i am fighting with hallmark.com to make christmas cards for work. yes it's last minute and yes having a proper internet connection would probably work wonders, but again these are things i don't have. we always do things last minute. i did however make a list of people to send them too about 2 weeks ago. so you know, way ahead of schedule there. now i am back to behind schedule. welcome to december. side note: i'll probably end up buying darwin's christmas presents for him next week, because let's face it, he's never going to get it done...

okay so holiday cards. i personally love getting them. i really like ones with pictures. so that is what we are doing this year. we had grand plans of sitting on the log yard with the dogs and taking a picture, but that clearly didn't happen. ::sigh:: maybe next year. ha, yea right. besides it's been too freaking cold to even be alive, must less pose for a picture. so that led me to scrounging around the computer for pictures. naturally i figured one with wood in it would probably be appropriate, go figure, but i also wanted one of me and darwin. ya know the brains, heart and the soul of this operation...(i would like to take credit for all mentioned, but with the holiday season upon us, i let darwin have some of the glory as well....) here is the hitch, there is not a single picture of us together. not a single one out of 2 years. so then i had to ponder. and then i remembered....we went to maine this summer. there is ONE picture. it's terrible, we look stupid happy (probably because we just ate free fresh off the boat lobsters); scratch that, we look like little kids on christmas...PERFECT.

maybe we should just enroll everyone in a jelly of the month club...it is the gift that keeps on giving...

so now i have to decide what else to use. put the dogs in the picture? maybe. just maybe...i swear this post is attempting to go somewhere. here it is. my first christmas at the lumber yard (sounds like a children's book). i was again in charge of christmas cards. so i decided to elf ourselves. if you haven't elfed yourself, i highly recommend it. HILARIOUS. darwin was santa, and whitney and i were elves. it was atrocious and hysterical. everyone loved them. i had a great time making them, mainly because if people only knew what hijinx go on around here, they might be a little bit appalled. but whatever. christmas cards. yes please. now if only the internet would work properly...

i wish i still had the photo to show you guys. i have no idea where it is. it was disgusting.

a la christmas vacation (one of my favorite movies of all times):

"Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse."

mmhmmm...

you know what i love the monday after thanksgiving? well i really love ugg boots, sweatpants, and a cup of hot chocolate, but we can't always get what we want, correct? well i most certainly love getting to work at 7:30 and sanding...[enter sarcasm here]. just how i wanted to spend my morning. also, the fact that i am alone is another one for the books....

however, you may think this would rank as one of my most dreaded days at work....oh but you would be mistaken. there was a two week span where all i did was liming wax. in the dead of winter. in the warehouse. with very little help (we will use the term "help" very, very loosely).

it all started as a shelving order. this guy wanted to have the "driftwood" "whitewash" finish. hence the liming wax. much to my chagrin i was tasked with getting all of this together. yea yea, whatever, no big deal. HA! silly little me.

darwin: dot i need you to get some liming wax from highland hardware.
dot: how many of these said cans?
darwin: two should be plenty. maybe get a third just in case.

that just in case will get ya every time.

first round of shelving - 130 shelves, limed on all four sides...2 cans? maybe 3? HAHAHAHA! try 13. needless to say i bought all of the highland hardware stock. i had to move venues. i was at the new venue maybe 3 times a week. every time i was covered from head to toe in liming wax. i am fairly certain they thought i was an expensive glue huffer.

we get to round 2 of shelving. i decide to be prepared and order the liming wax online. you know what is great about ordering things online? they deliver it to your door in a timely fashion. you know what is not so great about ordering things online? they usually don't deliver it to your door in a timely fashion. see where i am going with this? yea, that order of liming wax didn't show until 5 days after the order of shelves shipped. SPECTACULAR....

back to trolling the streets of atlanta for liming wax....

liming wax has been acquired and the task of liming has been handed down. it was a saturday, darwin limed half of a shelf....HALF! and then said, i've got a delivery to run, i'll be back later. you guys got this? yea, yea we got this....130 shelves to wax. take one down pass it around, 129 more shelves to wax. it was terrible. absolutely terrible. it was cold, i was covered in white paste, and to top it off, i'm pretty sure you are not supposed to be in contact with it for as long as i was. i may have residual damages...ha, yea i am sure it's the liming wax, that is going to cause me to go crazy.

it got finished. i may have been delirious, but it got finished.

the other day, i put on a jacket from last winter, and what did i find? LIMING WAX. the stuff still haunts me. darwin begins to speak about it and i tell him that i refuse to "lime" ever again. it's kind of like the day the mouse was in the filing cabinet (that's another fun little story)...there are some things that i just can't deal with at work, and that MOST certainly is one of them...

hogwash. hooey. poppycock. fatuity. mumbo jumbo.

it's monday. thanksgiving is in three days. this means that all hell is going to break loose at work. it's inevitable. work right before the holidays is silly crazy. i've already sent out a flooring quote, wandered the warehouse looking for more material (alas...), ignored the phone like a pro (let's be honest i am already really good at that one), craig's listed, answered back-logged e-mails, and naturally trolled the internet for something to entertain me...this is what i came across:

"This is what you shall do: Be loyal to what you love, Be true to the Earth, and Fight your enemies with passion and laughter." - Edward Abbey

It seems rather fitting for a week like this. Where no doubt it is going to be full throttle, gloves on, game face present, and crazy to the last second...it always happens this way, and you would think approaching my 3rd thanksgiving, i would be able to recognize it a little sooner. if it gives you any idea of how crazy things are here, we were going to be closed for the whole week...you see how that's working out for me. sitting at the warehouse, with the dogs (the sweet babies in the picture..coney and then praia in the back), hot chocolate (extremely cold from being purchased at 845 this morning...no, we don't have a microwave, that's just ludicrous), phone buzzing, and not a worry in the world.

i can honestly say i have never been more lost than i am right now, but strangely enough i have never been happier and more okay with it. crazy how life's curve balls turn out. i was loyal to what i loved, true to what i believed (and the earth), and fought tooth and nail. so i guess mr. edward abbey, i achieved your quote. (well, mostly. let's not split hairs here.) so there. beat that...ha

BUT i did almost fall in the toilet 3 times in the past 2 weeks. and i mean literally almost fell in the toilet, none of that figurative malarkey. LITERALLY. if you work with only guys, or live with guys, you come to find out that them putting that toilet seat down is just a pesky mundane task that often gets overlooked. perhaps they think of it as more of a suggestion....hence the toilet episodes. i politely asked (told that it would not be a good day for whoever i encountered if i fell in said toilet) that they please put the seat down, not even the cover, just the seat. (not too terribly much to ask right?). i was promptly greeted with laughter and how they thought it would be absolutely hilarious if i actually fell in...good grief charlie brown, i just can't win around here....

oh thank god thanksgiving is only 3 days away...three long, toilet seat up days away...

p.s. expect to hear my screams when i fall in, because it is going to happen. i will probably scream, laugh, cry, and scream again. it will be one of my better moments...

enjoy this little gem...