Let's talk lights and please, bear with me, this is my first "How To" post..... ever.
When I was researching lights for the craft room, I chose to buy them from Ikea for 2 reasons. First, Ikea is incredibly affordable. You get great supplies for a decent price. And second, most of their lights usually plug into outlets which is what I have in the ceiling of the craft room. The outlets are wired to a switch outside the room and I really wanted to keep it that way. It is much cheaper and easier to just stick with what I had instead of removing the plugs and figuring out how to hang the lights.
So, this is what I started with.
I was already aware that I was buying a light that was wired the wrong way but after some heavy thinking, I decided to go ahead with it all. I placed a call to my personal Bob the Builder (aka Aunt Charlene who, by the way, looks just like Lily Tomlin) and she convinced me that I could change them to a plug so I could use them in my room.
Off to Home Depot we went. And this is what I found.
Check out that hitchhiker's thumb! Any way, I chose this particular one because it was the cheapest, black, which matches the cord, and it has a grounding pin.
After I got them home, I had to figure out how all of this worked. B has taught me how to hang lights before so it wasn't totally foreign to me.
The hardest part was prying the rubber cap off. A screw driver really comes in help here.
After I got it opened, this is what I saw.
There is no way of knowing which side is positive and which is negative so I just chose which way I wanted it to go.
This is what the light looked like.
The green is my grounding wire and the yellow and green was a wire to help secure the light to the ceiling. Seeing how I wouldn't need this one, I clipped it so it wouldn't be in the way.
Next, I had to feed the wires through the rubber cap. A few times I accidentally skipped this step and had to undo everything.
Next up was screwing them in to the screws.
I'm not sure if this is the wrong logic but because one screw was darker than the other, I decided to match up the black with that one and the white with the lighter one. *Spoiler alert* It worked.
This step is pretty simple. Make sure you wrap your cords around the screws and then screw them in. I tried to make sure the wire filaments were traveling in the same direction that the screw would be moving.
Next is putting it back together.
Ta da!! Finished.
To sum it up.
This was a way before picture but I think you understand.
My statement piece. Oh and the room is definitely not this tidy at the moment. I was hoping J would use it as a play area with his toys but I find that I'm organizing things and then undoing everything because he wants to play with paint, draw with chalk on the floor or stick pipe cleaners up his nose. So much for that idea.
I'm looking to take one more beach vacation this summer. I have a few rules.
1.) I need a shark free beach. That'd be great, thanks.
2.) Cute downtown/historic area. Some place where I can buy local honey or weird art.
3.) Less than 6 hours away.
4.) Safe for riding a bike with Chariot. I don't need to feel like I'm riding a bike on I-85.
I promise, more decent posts are coming your way and I'm also working on my first tutorial post. By the end of this week, you'll be able to rewire a light. Hold on to your panties, ladies, things are going to get crazy.
I did it!!!! I used two different saws, a battery powered drill, an electric drill, a stud finder (contrary to B's belief, I didn't find him) and level to hang my peg board.
This is where it started...
You can't just hang a peg board. You have to hang it at least a half inch from the wall for the accessories to hang on the front.
I hung 6 4x4 inch pieces of wood to accomplish this and I made sure to hang them on the studs. I want my peg board to hold a lot of stuff so it needs to be hung securely.
After I fasten my pieces in place, I used longer screw to hang the board itself. Again, for security purposes, I wanted the screw to go through the board, wood piece and the stud beneath it.
And my result was this....
I'm very excited. I'm excited because more of my room is coming together but I'm also really proud that I was able to do this in my own. I've been able to do this room almost entirely on my own and for that, I think I deserve a drink.
And if I have to compare what has been the hardest project, I would say the floor and hanging this board are tied for first place.
Me and B are the worst decorators you'll ever meet. We want our house to look polished and put together but we have no clue what to buy. For this reason, I have made our bedroom my personal goal and today, I was able to make a new addition.
This is what our nightstands looked like before my little adventure to Michael's.
And here is the after...
Ta da!! Mirrors. I've been looking for a few months now and couldn't find exactly what I wanted. My goal at Mochael's was to find a stencil for my leg board (which I found) and as I was walking out, these beauties jumped out at me. Best part? They were on sale for $24. Score!!!
Next up, pictures above the bed and more than camera phone quality pictures to show you my progress.
I wish I had something clever to talk about but today was the 4th day this week I've worked and I was at the hospital for 14 hours. I came home and had the dinner of champions; a scrambled egg sandwich, pepperonis and pizza sauce. I then searched Pinterest for some creative spark. What I found was an article stating that my Indian animal is the otter.
I think anyone can tell you, I'm not one to watch Youtube videos. I really can't stand them but sometimes you just need a giggle. Today wasn't too crazy of a day at work....
I take that back. Today was terrible but it could have been worse but on days like these, I feel like I need a good giggle before I go to bed. I've decided to share some of my favorites if you share some of yours.
Caution: A lot of the videos I watch are cat videos. *Shame*
Today is our anniversary. Unfortunately, we've already hit that mark where we've decided that we aren't giving gifts. Instead we spent our day on a ride in the mountains but not before we got some pictures to remember the day.
I would make this a crazy sappy post but that isn't our relationship. We don't really get sentimental with each other. Our way of saying "I love you" is with a sarcastic insult. And we like it that way.
Bottom line is, I love B and I love the little family that we've started. These first 4 years (yes, B, only 4) have been amazing and I can't wait to see what's in store for us.
What you see before you is the forecast for the next few days. This is typical Gworgia weather and is actually a little mild. I've seen triple digits this time of year before.
I will punch the next person in the throat that's says to me "Dagone it's hot out there!". It is summer in Georgia.
You have two options, you can either suck it up and deal with it and learn to plan your day around not having a heat stroke or you can move north where the summer is mild and shovel 10+ feet of snow in the winter.
I was able to convince B to take us out for dinner on the lake again. The fish were so happy to see him. They think he's the leader of their school. Everywhere he went, they went. I'm kind of jealous they won't accept me into their little club.
Anyway, me and B had steaks. J decided he didn't want to wait so he dined on Animal Crackers and Doritos. Don't judge. We're swimming and he's happy.
I'm an old soul. Meaning, I would rather sit at home with a good crochet project and Golden Girls instead of bar hop on a Friday night. I listen to and know the words of some of the oldest songs you'll ever come across. I enjoy my church services traditional with a hymn book and piano instead of a rock concert. I'm ok with this and I have learned to embrace this aspect of my life.
So today when I was given the chance to head to the lake and play Liverpool with some ladies that are around 60 years older than me, I jumped at the opportunity. I've painted with these ladies since I was in middle school and have learned a lot from them.
I shared the car ride to and from the lake with a lady that has been in my life for quite a while now. I've always known she and her husband but have never really gotten to hear their story. Today she spent the entire ride telling us how she met her husband and how their lives came to be. The best part of the story was when she explained how she and her husband moved from Missouri to Georgia with only $50 to their name. Let me stop there and say that I realize that $50 isn't what it used to be but it still wasn't a ton of money at that time either. They took a leap of faith together and prayed that it would all work out in the end. Which it did. She still lives in the only house they've ever bought and still has the same bedroom suit that she bought before they were married. Which she was so proud of, she mentioned twice.
In this age, we're so into keeping up with not only the Jones' but also the Smith's, Bennett's and every other family on the block. I have even fallen into the trap myself in the last month or so. I look at what we have and wonder why we don't have more when I really need to take a step back and be thankful for what we do have.
So, with my unexpected lesson, here are my blessings:
1.) A roof over my head each and every night.
2.) Food on the table.
3.) A healthy family.
4.) A good job to go to every day.
5.) Family that has been supportive with every decision I've ever made.
Tonight, like a lot of work nights, I took a shower with J. Sometimes it's just easier if I stick him in there with me to cut down on time. Tonight we were standing in front of the shower door and I had bent over to help him take his clothes off. He likes to attempt it alone but he hasn't been successful yet. I was taking off his shorts and he began to lose his balance. In slow motion, his hand kept creeping up my face until his finger was lodged so far in my nose, I'm pretty sure he cleaned out my sinuses.
After we realized what had taken place, he looked at me, I looked at him and we both looked at his finger. He wrinkled his little nose, wiped the mommy snot on his belly and proceeded to get in the shower.
Oh yeah, he's the one I'll live with in my old age. The future kiddos don't stand a chance.
We're vacationing with B's family this weekend. I'm terribly exhausted from the packing and drive up here. But so far we're all having a blast. The cousins are all in one house again and I'm loving it!
Exhausting days are rough, aren't they? Then we decided kids would make our lives "complete" and things just went downhill after that. Before J was born I worked night shift. In fact, the move to day shift is when I got pregnant. But during those pre J days, I would come home, tell B good morning and hit the hay. I'd sleep from 8 am until 5 pm and get up and go to work again. It was amazing.
Today I left work and B informed me that we didn't have any wine so I'd have to stop by the store. Um....
I told him I could add vodka to one of J's juices and call it a day. His response?
"Sharkleberry Finz and vodka it is!"
That was the strongest Sharkleberry I've ever had.
I used to take my time in the shower and shower when I wanted. Tonight, I thought I'd sneak in without J noticing but as I was climbing in the shower, I felt a very cold and very tiny hand on my back side that made me jump the rest of the way into the even colder water. I spent the next 2 minutes with the shower door standing wide open, listening to a screaming J proclaiming "bath, bath, bath!" as I washed just he essentials. I think I'm clean. Yes, Mom, I know I'm "paying for my raising".
It wasn't until we were letting J run out the rest of his reserve energy until B let the phrases start flying. I was only able to remember 2.
He was making a makeshift flag for his boat for this weekend and proudly said "I feel like Betsy Ross". Because I'm sure Betsy Ross sewed our nation's flag while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and drinking a beer.
During Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, B decided it was time for Pluto to get a shock collar.
There you have it. Magic Mommy drinks, how Betsy Ross made our flag and the secret to Pluto's behavior reform.