Both my mom and dad were pack rats, and so was my mamaw. I am one too, and when they passed I inherited their stuff... When they died I am was not ready to purge anything they owned. I felt at that time I needed to keep it because it owned by them. Let's just say I have a lot of stuff.
This past week, Les and I started going through our stuff. I got rid of a lot. I am finally to the point that I can get rid of things that my mom, dad, and mamaw owned. I am mentally ready. I have gotten to the point, that their things will not keep them alive. It's my memories of them that will. Now, I am not getting rid of everything of theirs. If I have a memory of it with them, I am keeping it. But a lot of the stuff that I am getting rid of were things, that they either never used or just random stuff that I had decided to keep and really shouldn't have. Most of the stuff has been in boxed up for at least a year, with some of it being boxed up for over 5 years. It's not getting used, and some I don't remember it at all.
I kept all of the pictures, and if you know anything about my mom, she took pictures all the time. She had over 53 FULL photo albums and that's not including all the pictures that are loose and framed. I can never get rid of those.
A lot of the stuff I got rid of, was things that I had kept from high school and college. When I was in college, I had kept ads for things that I went to, and if I had no memory of it, I did not keep it.
Some things, I was forced to get rid of. Only because it had been damaged while being stored. You know I am not sad about that because I feel if I was meant to keep it then it wouldn't have been damaged.
This has been a work in progress, and I have worked really hard on this. I am still a work in progress.
--Rue.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Bathroom Door.
While in college, if you wanted something advertised really well, you put it on the back of the bathroom stall door. Everyone has to go to the bathroom, and what does everyone see the back of the bathroom door. I know I always look at the door.
Last Sunday when coming back from Asheville, we had to make a pit stop at the rest stop right across the Tennessee state line. On the back of the door, since it was a state funded rest area you would expect some ad about visiting Dollywood or many other attractions in Tennessee, but in this stall it wasn't. It was about sex trafficking in Tennessee, and informing us that it is real in Tennessee. It was put out by http://stopsextraffickingintn.com/ and it informed you what are the signs of a person who is being trafficked. I had a smile on my face that my home state is informing the public through the bathroom door about a thing that I feel most people do not realize is happening in their neck of the woods. If this ad could help one person then I believe its done its job.
--Rue.
Last Sunday when coming back from Asheville, we had to make a pit stop at the rest stop right across the Tennessee state line. On the back of the door, since it was a state funded rest area you would expect some ad about visiting Dollywood or many other attractions in Tennessee, but in this stall it wasn't. It was about sex trafficking in Tennessee, and informing us that it is real in Tennessee. It was put out by http://stopsextraffickingintn.com/ and it informed you what are the signs of a person who is being trafficked. I had a smile on my face that my home state is informing the public through the bathroom door about a thing that I feel most people do not realize is happening in their neck of the woods. If this ad could help one person then I believe its done its job.
--Rue.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Busting my Tire and what follows.
Friday evening, I was meeting Leslie and Lily at Pizza Plus to go get supper before I had to go to work that night. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I turned too wide, and knew I was going to hit the curb in the parking lot. Instead of stopping and backing up to correct my mistake, I pressed the gas deciding to go over the curb. BIG MISTAKE! As soon as I made contact with the curb I hear a big gush. I am thinking I tore out my whole front end of my car. I make it to a parking space, get out and scream to Leslie, "I just fucked up my car." Leslie was calm and I don't really remember what she said. At that point I saw that it looked like I just busted my tire possibly bending my rim. So we go on in and eat, which I am stressed and upset, so I don't eat a lot...
30 minutes later...
We go back to the parking lot to put on my spare tire, which I did not know I had. I haven't needed it for the 10 months I have owned this car. I did know that I had a jack and wrench to change my tire because Steven changed my breaks with them in Auto Zone parking lot back in December. So I was determined to change this tire on my own. I had never really had to change my tires. Steven was always the one to do it. I knew how, but just never did it. I started loosing up the bolt, while Leslie and Lily supervised. I stood up for one second to take a breather, and some guy with out asking if we needed help, just jumped in and started where I had left off. I am grateful for his help, but I so wanted to change this tire on my own. I didn't need the help. We had to change my tire on incline and I had pulled the e-brake, but my car once he started jacking it up started to roll backward and fell off the jack. Thankful that now was got hurt. If I would have been changing the tire and this happened, I would of been scared to death. After this we got things out of my trunk and put behind my back wheels so it wouldn't roll backwards anymore. I guess carrying a lot of junk comes in handy sometimes.
10 or so minutes later...
The spare is on, and the car is let down off the jack. THE SPARE GOES FLAT! Great, now what? I have to be at work tonight, and all the tire places are closed. So Leslie talks to the manager, and tells him the situation, and we leave the car there for the night. The Spare has just enough air so me can move it to flatter area.
20 minutes later...
I go to talk to Austyn to see if his mom could borrow his car to take me to work. His car gets better gas mileage than Leslie's truck. I walk in covered in grease with a cut on my head. Oh, when I hit the curb I had a pair of sunglasses on my visor that I hit and scratched my head. It wasn't bad just a small scratch. But anyways, he asks if I wrecked my car. So I tell him the whole story.
Long story, I make it to work on time.
Saturday Morning...
Leslie picks me up from work the next working and we go get a tire for my car. I am at this point determined to change this tire on my own. We get back to the parking lot. I change my tire. It takes me a little bit to get my car jack up high enough to take the spare off and get the tire back own. But I do it. I changed my tire all by myself. When I asked Les for advice, she would answer, but she did not touch the tire. I am drenched in sweat and covered with grease, but I changed my tire all on my own. I am proud of myself. I always had the ability, but never had to do it.
My car seemed to be fine. It's out of align. I am lucky nothing major happened.
Sunday...
After I get off work, Leslie texted me to see if I wanted to go to Asheville for the morning. I would be back in time to sleep before working that night. I don't go to bed before noon anyways for if I do, I will be awake at around 3 or 4 and can't go back to sleep. When I get home, we head off to Asheville in my car since it gets better gas mileage.
As we are heading over the mountains, I get a real bad vibration my car, and I can tell it is coming from the front end. So 15 miles from Asheville, I pull into a gas station to check my air pressure of my tires. At this point the vibration was so bad it was vibrating my whole body and was hard to drive. My back two tires are low, so I put air in them. Les takes over driving. It's still vibrating really bad, so it wasn't low tire pressure. Les thinks I messed up a tire rod (or something like that). We make it to the next exit, and pull over. We are trying to find a way home that doesn't involve the interstate. A young man, probably around Steven's age, pulled behind us, and asked if we needed some help. Les told him what was going on. He looked at the tire, and he wiggled the tire. He discovered that the bolt were loose. My tire was coming off. Thank God, he came along. I couldn't image what would have happened if my tire would have come off while driving. He was a God send.
I know that I tightened those bolt as tight as I could get them. But he said that if they were stripped they would sometime go on and think they are tightened, and they come loose. So I have to keep an eye on them to see if that is the case. I do have to admit, I may have not gotten them tightened enough. Didn't get his name, but not enough Thanks could go to him. Like I said, I have no clue what would have happened if my tire would have come off while driving., but I don't think it would have been good.
We turn back and end up going to Asheville, and have a great time. We come home and then I go to bed to get sleep for my work that night. Now, I check them before I get in the car to leave to make sure they are tight. Until I find out whether or not it was my error or the bolts are just stripped.
--Rue.
30 minutes later...
We go back to the parking lot to put on my spare tire, which I did not know I had. I haven't needed it for the 10 months I have owned this car. I did know that I had a jack and wrench to change my tire because Steven changed my breaks with them in Auto Zone parking lot back in December. So I was determined to change this tire on my own. I had never really had to change my tires. Steven was always the one to do it. I knew how, but just never did it. I started loosing up the bolt, while Leslie and Lily supervised. I stood up for one second to take a breather, and some guy with out asking if we needed help, just jumped in and started where I had left off. I am grateful for his help, but I so wanted to change this tire on my own. I didn't need the help. We had to change my tire on incline and I had pulled the e-brake, but my car once he started jacking it up started to roll backward and fell off the jack. Thankful that now was got hurt. If I would have been changing the tire and this happened, I would of been scared to death. After this we got things out of my trunk and put behind my back wheels so it wouldn't roll backwards anymore. I guess carrying a lot of junk comes in handy sometimes.
10 or so minutes later...
The spare is on, and the car is let down off the jack. THE SPARE GOES FLAT! Great, now what? I have to be at work tonight, and all the tire places are closed. So Leslie talks to the manager, and tells him the situation, and we leave the car there for the night. The Spare has just enough air so me can move it to flatter area.
20 minutes later...
I go to talk to Austyn to see if his mom could borrow his car to take me to work. His car gets better gas mileage than Leslie's truck. I walk in covered in grease with a cut on my head. Oh, when I hit the curb I had a pair of sunglasses on my visor that I hit and scratched my head. It wasn't bad just a small scratch. But anyways, he asks if I wrecked my car. So I tell him the whole story.
Long story, I make it to work on time.
Saturday Morning...
Leslie picks me up from work the next working and we go get a tire for my car. I am at this point determined to change this tire on my own. We get back to the parking lot. I change my tire. It takes me a little bit to get my car jack up high enough to take the spare off and get the tire back own. But I do it. I changed my tire all by myself. When I asked Les for advice, she would answer, but she did not touch the tire. I am drenched in sweat and covered with grease, but I changed my tire all on my own. I am proud of myself. I always had the ability, but never had to do it.
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| Photo Cred to Leslie. |
Sunday...
After I get off work, Leslie texted me to see if I wanted to go to Asheville for the morning. I would be back in time to sleep before working that night. I don't go to bed before noon anyways for if I do, I will be awake at around 3 or 4 and can't go back to sleep. When I get home, we head off to Asheville in my car since it gets better gas mileage.
As we are heading over the mountains, I get a real bad vibration my car, and I can tell it is coming from the front end. So 15 miles from Asheville, I pull into a gas station to check my air pressure of my tires. At this point the vibration was so bad it was vibrating my whole body and was hard to drive. My back two tires are low, so I put air in them. Les takes over driving. It's still vibrating really bad, so it wasn't low tire pressure. Les thinks I messed up a tire rod (or something like that). We make it to the next exit, and pull over. We are trying to find a way home that doesn't involve the interstate. A young man, probably around Steven's age, pulled behind us, and asked if we needed some help. Les told him what was going on. He looked at the tire, and he wiggled the tire. He discovered that the bolt were loose. My tire was coming off. Thank God, he came along. I couldn't image what would have happened if my tire would have come off while driving. He was a God send.
I know that I tightened those bolt as tight as I could get them. But he said that if they were stripped they would sometime go on and think they are tightened, and they come loose. So I have to keep an eye on them to see if that is the case. I do have to admit, I may have not gotten them tightened enough. Didn't get his name, but not enough Thanks could go to him. Like I said, I have no clue what would have happened if my tire would have come off while driving., but I don't think it would have been good.
We turn back and end up going to Asheville, and have a great time. We come home and then I go to bed to get sleep for my work that night. Now, I check them before I get in the car to leave to make sure they are tight. Until I find out whether or not it was my error or the bolts are just stripped.
--Rue.
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