October 21st, 2013 by Jen under Quilting. No Comments.
When we got ready to move I realized that I wouldn’t need my microwave stand, so I either had to get rid of it or re-purpose it.
Since I was in desperate need of a cutting surface that wasn’t so low that I was bent in half trying to cut out fabric and the microwave stand was the perfect height I had found the reason to keep it.
I pulled out my largest cutting mat, popped it on top and realized that with a little trimming it would make a perfect top.
I took a couple measurements, to get the length and width.
I flipped the mat over and marked my cutting lines.
Then grabbed a box cutter and a kitchen cutting board and proceeded to cut the edges off the mat. A challenge since these mats are self healing and don’t like to be cut, but I finally succeeded. Please use your imagination here, as I don’t seem to have the cutting photo near by at this time.
I got two C clamps from WalMart and used them to secure the cutting mat in place on the cutting table.
I had a drawer organizer from Bed, Bath and Beyond ( I think it was) added it in to keep my spare boxes of pins, rotary cutters, klutz glove and quilting gloves neat and had enough room to stack, by size all my square rulers and of course my camera mini tripod wound up in there one day. Not really sure how that happened………oh well, at least I know where it is!
Finished! Complete with framed design wall, to keep small pieces in sight.
Gotta love being able to reuse a good piece of furniture!
August 17th, 2013 by Jen under General. No Comments.
For those of you who don’t know Eddie and I are now living in Carrizo Springs, Texas, a small town, near Eagle Pass, between Uvalde and Laredo. Yep, we are on the South Texas border by Mexico!
This has been a long time in coming for numerous reasons. Most of them coping problems on my part. I have avoided this move for 20 of our 21 years of marriage. We have debated, fought and not spoken over the issue. We have discussed getting a divorce over the issue, even though Eddie knew he could never preach if he was divorced. He held a preaching job for over 12 years outside of Georgetown, Texas, part of that time we were living in Lockhart, Texas, a 60 mile, one way trip the rest of the time in Austin. We made that trip every Sunday, twice and he went back on Wednesday nights after getting off of work.
Finally, a little over 3 years ago, when he was forced into an early medical retirement, which gave him the ability to go to school full time, so I encouraged it. He was lucky and was given, unasked for family financial support. It was tough, he was up at 4 in the morning trying to get work done. I was working 9-5, so I was losing sleep because he was awake. He was at school by 5:30 or 6:00 in the morning, to work before the other students arrived. He was struggling to keep up with memory work that was the primary source of grading for the school, he was at his wits end. He was killing himself and falling short, something he was NOT used to, but he kept going. During his first year he fell down the stairs, at the building one night injuring his back. So thinking he needed back surgery, with a long re coop period he had to quit, temporarily, so he could recover. A short while later, he realized that he would not under go surgery, he went back and asked to be reinstated. The school said ok only if you come back with family support (no longer an option), WE (our supporters) can’t support you because you aren’t serious, you will never preach. NOW most of that (I’m sure) based on the fact that they felt I’d never consent to moving.
So he came home, fell into depression (something we know he’s pron to) while I continued to work, trying to support the family. Needless to say the situation between us did NOT improve. I consulted lawyers, I consulted friends (and I am ashamed to say, did NOT take their advise), now most of them won’t speak to me because they are afraid I will get angry at them yet again. Thankfully, my best friend has forgiven me and she still speaks to and encourages me through this transition. I worked and stayed mad because my husband wouldn’t go get a”real job”. Finally, our financial situation put us in fight or flight mode, I tried everything I could think of, of course nothing worked, so he turned back to the one thing he can do easily, preach the gospel. So against my better judgement, he started looking, yet again for that job he knew could blow the marriage apart. I wasn’t happy about it, tried to fight it every step of the way, got angry with him when he brought up the topic and hoped he would come to his senses when he wasn’t hired yet again. After several failed attempts, and several fights with my family, a good prospect came up. The first meeting went great, he was called back, he had his second meeting and they decided he “wasn’t a good fit”. Major ego deflation!
So we had to regroup yet again. Out of the blue this job appeared, I was able to get off work to come with him. The church was very small but friendly, the pay was fair, but not great, but there was a house and we felt comfortable here even though it is “no where………the middle of”. So we went back to Austin, elated but worried, we needed the job and the house, I still didn’t want to move, we couldn’t see inside of the house because the current preacher was still living in it. Above all else, we knew my folks weren’t going to like it (putting stress on me and the girls) and our oldest daughter was not going to be able to come with us because she has college in Austin. Our happiness/excitement was put on hold, when all of Eddie’s calls went unanswered later that week. So we had to regroup, yet again, and start finding alternatives that would provide what the family needed. After we started doing that he got the call to come back. My nerves wouldn’t allow a return trip so I stayed in Austin, he called later that weekend to say he had been hired. I know he didn’t want to make the call because he didn’t want to deal with me being angry again and I had just been offered a supervisor job the Friday before, unfortunately without a much needed raise, so it was much harder to accept this job. Consequently, I had to see reason as much as it hurt because we needed the income and a place to live. So I turned down the promotion, gave my notice, did my best to train new people for my job, tired to pack while working 3-11 shift, and tried not to have fights with family members and my husband.
Eddie started work June 1, he had to commute, taking the only vehicle (aside from our daughter’s) each weekend. My last work day was June 30th. We started packing in earnest, I had to sort/pack 20 years of stuff. We had moving issues, after all Carrizo Springs isn’t just “down the road” from Austin, long drives and heat do not make for easy days. We officially moved after July 4th it took one U-Haul and several truck loads from my dad (bless him, he wasn’t for this move but has jumped in with both feet to help us get here). We’ve been here a little over a month now. We’ve had no AC, AC fuses blowing, water leaks, outside faucets that don’t work, a new AC unit installed, Eddie has a cubical for an office and no AC, we hope the electrician comes today to start fixing that problem. He has no internet at the church, we’re still waiting on that man to show. He has a temporary office in the corner of our bedroom, he has as of yet to make a bulletin but has done his first funeral (here). I have threatened to pack it in, because my washer can’t be used because the drain won’t work, Eddie is taking things to the laundry, so I can continue to work things out here. We hope to have that issue solved on Monday, not holding my breath.
So all in all it’s ok here, my oldest daughter is adapting to living with her grandparents until school starts soon, they are adapting to having here there all the time, my youngest is growing quickly and enjoying having me home. My folks are still getting used to us not being down the street anymore, but they are making it. Most importantly, Eddie and I are healing individually and as a couple. I do still need a job (after all I do have a child with tuition to pay). But we are surviving. It’s currently one day at a time, but we’ll make it.
So if you happen to be “no where……….the middle of” and feel like stopping by we’d love to have ya’ll! We don’t have room in the house to host you but can point you to a nice place to stay, motels we have plenty of what with the oil boom down here!
May 20th, 2013 by Jen under Family. No Comments.
This is our new home.
The Church of Christ.
The time has come. After nearly 21 years of marriage we are doing something we have never done before we are actually moving so my husband can preach. Now he has held a preaching job before (13 years approximately) when we first got married. But we were unable to afford housing in the area so we spent a good deal of time driving a long distance 3 times a week to take care of church responsibilities, in addition to both of us working full time plus overtime. When that job no longer existed we went back to just having our “day jobs”. In addition to that my husband began running his website to benefit gospel preachers, teachers and students around the world. So for all intents and purposes he has never stopped preaching.
Due to some changes in our world we have agreed that moving someplace that will provide housing and a job for him, is a more viable option than my working and not earning enough to pay the bills i.e: house payment, car payment, utilities, groceries, gas etc. (you know the drill!).
Consequently, we will be living in the small South West Texas town of Carrizo Springs. The majority of the conveniences of big city living are 45 miles plus away from our new home, no spur of the moment shopping sprees with the kids, or popping by my oldest daughter’s dorm room with food, clean laundry or the quilt she left when she spent the night at home. Thankfully we have the ability to speak on the computer when she needs support and she will be 20 (GASP!) this September, that coupled with the fact that my parents are down the street from her college she will be fine. My parents are learning to cope with the new idea that myself (an only child) and their youngest granddaughter (9 years old) will be 190 to 200 miles away depending on the route we chose to get to our destination. They are tough, as am I, so we will all learn to cope, thankfully mom will use the phone even though the computer is a foreign object to her.
So as we move toward June we begin the countdown to relocating, the house is a disaster, the youngest is trying to finish school, the eldest is dividing her stuff between Carrizo Springs, my parent’s house and the stuff that will be going back to college with her. We are making lists and triple checking them to be sure that nothing slips past us. We are saying goodbye to dear friends and family members reminding ourselves and them that we are not that far away and we are available to return if needed.
So while I will likely have lots to say in the future, some of it even about quilting! I will again be up and down on posting until we get moved, settled in and I find a new job. Hopefully it won’t take that long to get back in the groove of posting informational posts about quilting rather than just pictures of cats! Hope ya’ll are doing well, if you know us and we don’t get a chance to tell ya face to face, LOVE YA! Looking forward to seeing ya’ll later on! Don’t be strangers if you happen to be in the area, I’m sure we can “rustle up some grub” for ya and “sit a spell” and talk.
March 28th, 2013 by Jen under General. No Comments.
This past weekend the LBJ Library and Museum opened a temporary exhibit showing replica dog tags of those 3417 Texans who were lost in Vietnam, including two blanks for those souls that remain unknown. These are duplicates of the set that will be interred in the memorial when it is erected on the capital grounds. If you have time come check it out in person or click here.