Why I Don't Pull Trailers!

I promised y'all a second post and I always live up to my promises. Get out the hankies for the really good pity party I am throwing because you will be crying after you hear my tales of Woe in Warrenton. Remember how easy the first trailer went down....well, the second wasn't so easy. Not easy at all. Heck, just getting out of the house was an ordeal. I don't think I have ever gone anywhere on a trip and left my house looking like I did. If we had been robbed, I wouldn't have known it the house was such a wreck. And you should have seen me...thank goodness most of the trip was in the dark or Cat Daddy would have left me in some bathroom on the road! But on with my sad, sad travel journal. Things actually went pretty well going to Warrenton for 3 hours and 55 minutes, but in those last five minutes we managed to throw all the rubber off one of the trailer tires. Amazingly enough, it did not go down overnight. We found a tire shop open at 7:00 a.m. and bought a new one, thinking our cares were over.....WRONG!!! Upon arriving at Zapp Hall we find the parking lot (can you say cow pasture) was super muddy from all the rain the day before. C.D. pulls in and does not like where the trailer is positioned so he proceeds to try and pull back around. Big mistake, huge! We start slipping and sliding and manage to go from one side of the field to the other without him ever putting his foot on the gas. As I see my life flashing before my eyes, he manages to correct our slide just before we wipe out a couple of trucks and a few trailers. Whew, I think. Wrong again! We can't go forward...we can't go backward...we can only slide. About that time, the trailer decides to do a little trick of its own and jackknifes into the back of our truck popping the back window (see above). Thankfully it was ours and not someone else's. A friend with a four wheel drive tied onto us before we could do any more damage. Bill and C.D. proceeded to do the truck chacha and got us where we were in the first place.

But when life gives you lemons you make lemonade, right? Right! So in keeping a true Texas "never say die" attitude, C.D. just taped that old window up with cardboard beer cases and not just any old cases. Here's to Shiner Bock for keeping the wind out of my hair and the bugs out of our teeth! Believe it or not, that cardboard and masking tape lasted the whole show with the most unbelievable wind and got us home! Don't you know we looked like true junkers going down the road? OK, deep breath...no need to serve cheese with my whine. I've got it out and I feel so much better. Y'all on the other hand may be regretting trying to read this rant!

Then came the fun part...unloading! But we got 'er done and set up in spite of the winds, rain and having to spread sawdust. So don't cry for me Argentina...we survived and actually had a pretty good show. Everything in this photo sold...that's good, right?

This is just a deep view into the tent. In case you were wondering, our tent was 20x30 and we had stuff piled on the outside as well. Cat Daddy's pile was one hot mess, but shoppers loved digging in it. He'd drag it off the trailer and they would drag it to the counter. They were happy, he was happy and I was real happy! Baby's getting new yellow boxes!

Laurie has a much better photo of this garden bench on her blogspot as a header. Her photos really make our tent look better than it did. Speaking of Laurie, she and Malisa at Moonlight Hollow have both done the funniest posts on C.D. Check them out...they are a hoot! What can I say....the man is a STAR!

These chairs went, but I kind of wish I hadn't sold them. But that's what we were there for.

This is my magic box. C.D. bought this old wooden box and I thought EEWW! That is until I saw the inside of it. I love this old paper in it. So, being the good little junker and after seeing how some of y'all do it, I flipped it on its side and used it as a display. I call it my magic disappearing box because everything I put in it disappeared as if by magic. I swear up and down, I refilled that thing five times and everything sold! As Cat Daddy says, I love it when a plan comes together!

This was our checkout counter. That wonderful rusty piece sold. This was the first time I used a checkout and it was a lifesaver. I actually felt organized, at least for me, although I didn't find my sacks and tissue paper until we were packing to go home.

Waxed pine is my favorite wood. We took several pieces of it and only brought back two. Not bad, huh?

Cat Daddy sitting on his throne, master of all he sees!

I told you...one hot mess, but look at him go! All those cute heart back chairs came from a restaurant on lower Greenville in Dallas. Now they are all residing in different locales. I think he had 32 of those.

I did manage to slip off for a moment on that first Saturday and visit with the YaYa, Carolyn and meet Elizabeth. I'm not sure what I said as I was taking this shot, but I must of been hilarious! Or maybe I just looked hilarious? Either way, ain't we got fun?

I'd like to introduce you to Fancy of Cactus Creek Daily from Kansas. There is only one thing wrong with this woman that I can see...she's gorgeous! She's funny, warm, charming, an amazing writer and a great new friend. We had met on line through an interview she had done with Jolie. She did one with me before Warrenton and has since done posts on Theresa and I. If you get the chance, Cher, check out her daily blog. You will love it! I am officially declaring her the Sweetheart of the Rodeo we call Zapp Hall. Thank you Fancy for all your support and kind words!

Now back to the pity party, Part II. On the way home at 5:00 a.m. on Sunday, we're tooling along with me sound asleep in the poodle seat when we hear a clank. It's dark so C.D. rolled on into Cameron to the Shell station. Guess what, dear readers? Yeah, the spring had broke on the trailer, shifting the axle back and the two tires were rubbing together. Thank goodness it was empty! (Don't get excited...the other trailer isn't!)

Being the roadmaster he is, C.D. pulled the front tire off. Well, this made the trailer sit low on that side, so he just pulled the other side off as well. We made it home in record time after that, sparking occasionally. We even stopped in West for a breakfast sandwich! Needless to say, when we wheeled into Dallas we were looking pretty beat up! But all's well that ends well. My Oldest Melonhead replaced the window on Tuesday without it costing us an arm and a leg. Bless you my child...I knew I had you for a good reason!

You'd never know it to look at it would you? And my bruises are starting to heal too! If I lost you at the first paragraph, I apologize, but I just had to get this off my chest. For those of you who stayed to the bitter end, thank you! You know I'm a happy gal as a rule and I DID have a good time. You'll see in my next post!