Attack in the Attic...

Sometimes idea's for blogs come in spurts I suppose, but figured I would tell a little story that happen recently. Especially, since now all visible indications that it really happen are now healed :) Since the closing of the shop my "honey do" list has increased dramatically. Actually, this is a good thing. There are lots of stuff I've been wanting to get accomplished around the house, but just have not had the time to get to them. One example was re-arranging the living room and finally getting the speakers to the surround sound hooked up properly. This involved running some speaker wire up in the walls and in the attic. This was a fairly easy task, especially since our attic above the living room is huge. Making it much easier to walk around pulling cable. Well, by the time we had everything straight in the living room it was around 7ish or 8ish at night. The wife being the very enlightened observer told me when I started to head up into the attic to run the wires, "Hey, isn't it going to be too dark to run cables up there?" to witch I responded with "Honey, It's ALWAYS dark in the attic..." ;) Later this would prove more that I should not speak until after a task accomplished. Everything was actually going very smoothly, wires were rather easy to get to, I was getting quite comfortable walking around and dodging the rafters. After spending about 30 min in a sitting position yelling back and forth with Amy with terms coming from her like "Pull it back", and me asking if that was enough.... (yea I know almost worth a blog itself lol) I stood up for a little break leaning against one of the trusses. After stretching a bit, and hearing a few bones crack, and smacking the flash light because it had flickered off again. I quickly, and I mean very quickly turned to my right just like one would do when they were heading through an open door. Forgetting that at my current elevation there was a cross-brace attached between the 2 rafters I was attempting to walk through at exactly the same height as the top of my cheek bone. As much as I would love to be able to actually walk through wood, the old law of physics in addition to Newtons 3rd law of motion would prove to be extremely painful. Very similar to the results of a baseball bat hitting the grand slam. I don't recall if it was the proximity of the pain to my head, or just the shear fact that for about 10 seconds I couldn't think straight, but I found myself crouched over right hand on a rafter, yelling various superlatives as if time would somehow reverse itself so that I might properly duck before beating myself up. Fortunately, these types of incidents are rare (for me), however me swearing like a sailor for unknown reasons is fairly common.. So after a few min I hear Amy ask: "Everything Alright?" and I say sure, except for feeling like my head just got hit with a 2x4. She laughed a bit thinking I was kidding around witch I normally do.. Then once I came down as she was painting the bathroom I go in to make sure my eye ball is still contained within it's socket. As I turn the corner and look into the mirror I some how managed to cut the top layer of skin on the bottom part of my right eye socket with the FLAT part of the 2x4. Due to the impact I had a ever so slight mini black eye for about a week. Good thing I'm a quick healer ;)

What did I learn from this?

• 1) Be careful when picking on the wife, she has voodoo black magic!! lol
  
• 2) Never get comfortable walking around the attic
  
• 3) Avoid all facial contact with 2x4's (always)
  

More Signs...

Well, I debated myself quite a bit before posting this one... However, I finally won the debate and here we have another pretty cool sign to show... I'm not quite sure if it's more odd that I notice these signs, or that I like to take pictures of them. Either way, I thought this was one of the more original ones I've seen.



Just in case you can't make out the words it says

Like Taking Pictures?
Picture where you
Will spend Eternity!

Now, just for the sake of keeping things simple.. I don't often post about pictures like this, but in this case I figured it fitting to post my own little reply.

First, lets take the questing they ask:

Like Taking Pictures?

Of course I do, doesn't everyone? And what about those professional photographers out there? I bet they like taking pictures too! ;)

Reading on:

Picture where you will spend Eternity!

Now my first gut reaction to this was.. Well, Eternity equals Infinity and since from our perspectives our universe is (for the sake of argument) Infinite. So, in picture format here was my initial reply to the question.



That of course was just my initial reaction. After thinking about it, I thought this was one of the more creative and original signs I've seen ;) and I tend to notice quite a few of them.

I'm sure I'll find more as time progresses....

More Signs..

So, recently on our latest trip down to Tampa.  Just as we were driving through Perry, This sign caught Amy's attention and since I try to always have a camera ready I snapped a picture of it cause well, We thought it was pretty darn funny ;)



This of course is not my first encounter with funny church signs.. Another pretty funny one was here. This is why I always like to keep the camera handy.

Almost Ready

Spent the past few day getting things ready, setting up the layout. For now I like this look, but I'll probably change it later.. This was a pre-made up template I found out on the internet. It should do for now. Now just have to get my counter and other stuff setup and should be all good to go. Then begins the migration.. I'm planning on pulling a lot of my old posts from the carrabelle blog over here..

Bakery Closes

An end of an era..or perhaps what just feels like one.
After much thought, debate and a few tears, I have closed the
bakery. There are many reasons why I made this decision.
The dwindling economy played the biggest part.
I have been told that "things will pick up" and
asked "can't you hang on a little longer".
I suppose people are trying to be
supportive, which I greatly appreciate.
I must say, though, until you've been in the situation,
you really have no idea
what it's like. I didn't until opening the shop.
It's not easy giving up on your dream. It's not easy to admit failure,
although I have also been told
that it wasn't really a failure-only horrible circumstances.
I'm not sure I really believe that.
I find it difficult to separate business from personal stuff.
A close friend and I were talking this weekend about the
little cafe outside of Tampa that she bought shortly after
I opened the bakery. Basically, it was an inexpensive
investment that she thought would be a great idea.
Unfortunately, financial issues arose and she sold about
6 months later. The sale of her cafe was a giant relief for
her and there was no looking back. I wish it were that
simple for me. My friend walked into her new cafe with
everything there..right down to the food in the fridge.
I think the cafe was only closed for a couple of days
before she took it over. It was ready to go. I suppose
that's why she didn't have a hard time selling or walking away.
Other than the money and time, there really was no investment
and her heart wasn't attached. If you've been following this
blog -I'm sure you've seen the progression of what was and
what has become and now what has certainly ended. A dream
turned into a reality. That is now over. I am disheartened over
it all mainly because of all the time and effort
( blood, sweat and tears) that my family put into it, too.
I honestly feel like I am somehow letting them down.
Of course, when I say that and tell them I'm sorry that
I just couldn't make it work, they tell me it's alright
and they understand. I'm not quite sure I buy that either.
But, they would never say differently.
They love me too much and know what it all meant to me.
I have threatened to throw myself a big pity party,
but for now I'll put that on hold because I have a year
and half's worth of stuff that I must sort, sell and discard.

I am thankful for the friendships that were made during the
last year and a half. I've met some very nice people that
I otherwise would not have had the privilege of meeting.
I am rather shy at times and this experience has changed
me in that respect. One cannot be shy and introverted
when dealing with the public on a daily basis.
It has also taught me to take control of things and to delegate.
My husband is just loving that new found talent.

Thank you all for your words of encouragement, your business and most of all your friendship.
By the way, if you know of anyone in need of restaurant equipment.... :-)

*** Update this was originally posted by amy, but during the migration it re-did it in my name.