Monday, December 12, 2016

I am UBERlicous!

While I look for my Dream Bar To Tend - I am driving UBER!

In the beginning ( 3/4 weeks ago was my first trip in Tampa) I had registered to drive for Jackson Mississippi when I was stuck in Mississippi. My first day it says to me my car was not legal to drive in Jackson. Well - I was leaving the next day for the cooking show hoax.

So I returned to Wood E and continued to prepare for the journey to Orlando. Florida.

Post, cooking show hoax, I contacted Uber instantly and ask to move cities. It's always an ordeal to talk to support over there but eventually I was told my account from Mississippi would go inactive and I would be notified in 7 to 10 days when I could drive now in Tampa Bay Area which included Palm Harbor, Dunedin, Clearwater.

Although I am grateful for the cash flow from the fares, it isn't enough to keep me going here. The reason I do it full time is so I can interview for bar jobs and make myself available as I need to be as I secure myself here in the area.

I am over it tho. I can;t do it more than 8 hours or I wanna explode. Well, four hours really but I can do 8. I feel like a caged bird. It's tough I don't know Tampa well enough to remember cycles or patterns or there are too many Uber drivers to make a living now. I sit a lot at the Airport to insure a fare and then usually I get a fare off that drop right away. Then I get calls that send me out in the middle of no where and when I try to get back in "the circle" I drive for hours and don't get fares.

Other than the hustle that will almost kill you 98% of the people are fun as can be. They all have some kind of story and I love giving them $hit. Making them talk and keeping them talking has been the biggest challenge. It's exhausting. So think they are in a limo so are glad I have tented windows so the neighbors don't see they are in a Corolla.

The conversations have been fabulous and lord do they talk crap about other Uber drivers - They are wanna give me 6 stars. Well, not ALL of them - I have always given 4 or 5s to my riders and drivers - I have given some "1" stars lately.

I hope my UBER stories are limited soon because I am bar-tending somewhere but for now their stories will become a part of ROAD RAGE.

#MYride: Dunedin Brought Me - Tampa Bay Just May Keep me

I sometimes think that I need a novel when I write - then so much time passes that I forget so much stuff and then now here we are.

I have never really addressed the reason, except to family and friends, why I am here. Well you may not even know where I am if you don't follow me on the few social media platforms that I am on.

Just to catch everyone up to speed. Wood E. Wagon and I made it to Brookhaven Mississippi but seemed to have gotten stuck there. I couldn't sell my way out of Mississippi if my live had depended on it.

My main source of income while traveling the US was the wood and metal monograms that I sold and season was ending December the 1st. I had to find either to work or park Wood E. Wagon for free and volunteer for the winter.

I was first accepted to re-enact Wild West Shoot Outs in Southern Arizona. I was skeptical only because it was off the grid living even with full hook ups. Meaning that we had generator use and some solar. I don't have Wood E Wagon fully equipped with the solar additions so I continued to look.

I thought I had found the most perfect job in the Orlando Area - Cooking Show Host - it was crap! Hoax. That is another blog post that I don't even want to start now. I'm still angry! 

I made a couple calls and almost went back to Tennessee for the Winter. NOPE! I must stay on my ride I thought. 

My head was full - things seemed so bad - like horrible! How could this be. The job was perfect. I was going to be able to continue traveling to different cities every week and we in-front of crowds of people - cook and entertain! Perfect! Now what?

I was dressing in shorts and T-shirts so I rid myself of extra clothes. Like my winter collection. (Recently was going to donate my winter clothes and was reminded I had already given them away.) Now I had to muster up interview and job hunting type clothes. Well, wasn't pulling it's weight - it had to go, it was an expense. 

I still haven't decided even where I am going. I couldn't get the people of The Living Room On Main in Dunedin, FL and a few others from the area, out of my head. I must got to Dunedin, FL. 

If you follow me you know, Dunedin is where I road out the first hurricane to hit Florida head on in 11 years. Well I had met my new friends in Dunedin is why I say Dunedin brought me back. Really I was in Palm Harbor once I hooked to the grid at Caladesi RV Park. 

Part of my reason for coming back was for those folks at the RV park. Some snow birds and such have arrived and the year around residents keep us entertained - I met a really cool friend and her family here. 

Adding this family and my other friends from the hurricane, friends from the RV park and the snow birds to the mix of all things Tampa Bay Area - it looks like I might be here awhile. 

I have a ton of remodel to do with Wood E - I will blost post how we are doing on the cosmetics soon. In order to continue #MYride in my frame of mind Wood E Wagon needs to be able to survive for 3 or four days with out sunlight or generator to make the real version of #MYride work. 

For now I am driving UBER-Tampa Bay and looking for my dream bartending job on the water, trying not to have any ideas and not worry about anything. Enjoying life for the first time since my 20's. I am having to learn to stop and slow down and it's translating to lazy for me a little. I just want all this new life living I am doing is not quickly interrupted by something. I am learning how to live for me and not a dream. Well, it's still a dream to have a blast on the beach slinging cocktails until I am 88! I am in! Oh yeah  and driving UBER until they take my license. If I don't stop hanging out with the Greeks that won't be long. Just kidding - different reasons.   

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Custom Wood Monograms and Getting Them Before Christmas

One of my most popular items that I represent are the wood and metal signs and monograms. The manufacturer has a wonderful reputation for putting out high quality wood crafted items. If they are painted or treated properly these can be put anywhere, inside or outside.

Normal turn around for custom monograms is 3 - 4 weeks. What is a "Custom Monogram"?


Three Letter Monogram 
When we take your information and create something for you, that is custom. Family names, Established dates and kids names are just a few reasons we cut a custom monogram.

This time of year the demand is high for both monograms and holiday decor, our manufacturer and ourselves participate in a number of Craft Shows and Festivals too so - Tis The Season For 4 - 6 Weeks. 

Until November 14th 2016 at 4:00PM I will be taking and shipping orders as they come in just like normal. If you are ordering a Monogram and need it to your friend or relative by Christmas Day I am adding $10 for the manufacturer to create a mini, 1/8' Ornament Size Sample of what you order and ship it by regular mail, explaining that the real thing is on its way. The Elves are working hard to complete it but we were afraid we wouldn't get it to you by Christmas so we sent this to hang on the tree until the full size one gets to them.  

After the Holiday Season is over, we should be getting back to normal with our delivery times. If you have placed an order already and were quoted a 3-4 week time frame, it may be just a little while longer. Please call me with questions. 865-640-3313


#KendraStrong Shopping Event & Fundraiser Details (Donations Wanted)

Research advances over the past two decades have changed the landscape of breast cancer care. Genetic testing, targeted treatments and more precise surgical techniques have helped boost survival rates in some cases while helping to support breast cancer patients’ quality of life.

These advances for anyone cost tons of money even outside of insurance. Not to mention the days off needed from work to battle this awful beast.

Kendra Holt is a wife and mother of two living in Maryville Tennessee. Kendra is also an educator near her home in Greenback Tennessee. Not to judge, but you know that public service doesn't pay well and definitely not enough to fight such a horrible illness.
Kendra & Her Daughter at The Race For A Cure, Knoxville 2016
I am so happy to be able to do something to help this family. My goal is to raise $1,000.00 for her and her fight. Just because you have cancer the world and life still throws other things at you. So the family has really been tough and fighting everything that life is throwing their way. I hope you join me in my campaign to help The Holts.

Holt Up! Cancer Sucks! #KendraStrong

In my web store at I have designed at graphic line that will support Kendra and her fight. $5 from each item sold will be given to the family. I have included a Taz Cable Special Edition shirt in the mix for those that live outside Greenback and want to support the cause.
Have about 7 items that have been created to support Kendra. I have included a variety of sizes and colors, trying to capture the personality of Kendra and her family. 
You can shop the #KendraStrong Collection here : #KENDRASTRONG 
These items are only available through October 2016

LIVE ONLINE #KendraStrong Holiday Shopping Event

Some of you may or may not know I had a small Online/TV habit/hobby/career, well although the production value will not be there like it was a few years ago, this event I am looking forward to. 

November 1st 2016


I will have special "At The Moment Deals" that all my remaining commissions will support the cause. Additionally during the broadcast I will offer "Power UP" minutes where any purchases from my website that 100% of my commissions will support the family. I will also have some "Gag Sales" to stimulate donations as well I will shop the current city that I am in and offer those items at 100% donation. 

If you are a business or crafter and would like to donate an item to this sale please email me a picture of the item. You would just have to ship the item to the buyer after the sale. We will collect shipping on all items and send it to you.  EMAIL ME TAZ CABLE

SO! No directors, No producers, No Assistants just me and you LIVE on Facebook I will attempt to encourage viewers to help Kendra and fight.  The money will be donated as it comes in and the orders are processed. THIS WILL BE 

You can help Kendra and Get Some Holiday Shopping Out of the Way! 
Stay Tuned to my Blog For a Items For Sale RunDown and More products come in! 

Can't be bothered: DONATE NOW


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Blending In The Herd - It's Not Unheard Of

Greeting from Waffle House 1885 on Alabama Ave near Underground Atlanta. I think. I stayed in AirBNB last night and I couldn't sleep. You see I go home tomorrow and I can't wait. When I was laying in bed at the AirBNB and couldn't sleep, Waffle House seemed like a good idea.

If this is the correct Waffle House it is number 1885 and that was the same year of Georgia Tech opened. If this isn't  the correct on it is near by. I was reading some of the comments on another blog. Tired and sleepy has kicked in so I am not real sure. If I go back and check my sources I will loose my train of thought.

That is not hard from me anyway. It's funny that I write about the herd and I have spent most of the evening discussing why things like what makes people talk negatively of each other. Yes race was a conversation starter. I was staying in the home of a wonderful young lady and she happened to be black. She had beautiful dreads and a smile for days.

We were talking about blending in with my own herd. Mom, Dad, Sister. Niece and that wonderful little guy our family is just in love with, Mason. That little guy has my heart.


So talking about the family and on my way to see them. When I first started to see signs of me separating from my herd I watched my four legged buddy Pepperoni, the orphaned billy goat that lives and grew up on Mom and Dad's farm. I call it the Cable Heifer & Goat Ponderosa. You see Pepperoni and one of his sisters, their worthless mother wasn't feeding them or letting them "suck".
My Sister took his sister originally. It at the time appeared that Ol' Nanny Goat was taking care of Pepperoni and this third sibling that was being properly taken care of by said, Nanny Goat. We started bottle feeding Pepperoni several times per day. We got a poweder form of Goats milk and had to mix it. We would lure him into the yard and kinds subconsciously but still consciously trying to make a pet out of him and feed him and watch him play in the yard to Mom and Dad's.


                                    PEPPERONI & I                              The Sister That Didn't Make It

That little guy after a few weeks, fought hard to be a part of the hard. He had it rough- other goats would but his sides, his own mother would knock him away when he tried to eat. After a while he would finish eating and then if the herd was in sight he would bounce his little but back to the herd. I was traveling some and my sister and parents were feeding him more often than I was but when I was gone he even got to the point where he would come to the gate or the shade tree and bae to be fed. He would even at that point still finish his bottle and take back off to the herd.  Now he is like the leader of the pack - the herd.

I have never been one to finish up front. I have many herds that I fit into and I have always said that I fit in from a tractor pull to a tea party. I have just never really been the lead in any real herd. I have been the center of attention, the cause and effect, the life of the party but never the less I have been involved in many herds.

I have many friends but they don't run the same circles. They know of each other. They know who each other are A few have socialized and their paths have crossed. Anyway. My coffee is wearing off. I am starting - Wrummble - Writing Mumble.  

#MYride that I am on. I have met so many people for so many different reasons. I have been shown or taught something from each person that I have met on #MYride.


Orlando, Florida

I can't talk about #MYride with out mentioning this guy. Oh Wyatt. What a crazy part of my ride he has been. We grew up together a few times in our lives. We challenged each other and we complimented each other too.  He (Wyatt) is a blog entry all by himself. But I had to mention him. Again, I usually don't jive with his friends but we jive. Well.  


New Market, Alabama

Cathy at Cathy's Deli in Alabama was the first character I met . I wasn't quite "unplugged" yet. I was in New Market Alabama where The Woodshop of Alabama is. They took my to her gas station deli and warned that it was in fact a gas station deli but they had the bet burger in town. I agreed that it could just be because a really good burger back home in East Tennessee. Kathy back home at the Greenback Corner Market has the best burger in Greenback. Again, gas station deli. 


Dunedin, Florida

When I got to Dunedin Florida I went right to The Living Room on Main.- the hospitality of that place was incredible. The owner, management and especially the double shiftin' bartender


I met Chris, Catherine, Sean and Lauren near Bonita Beach. I didn't get a picture of the beach but I spent a couple days there. I just so happen to drive up on this place. When I first arrived the guys were out on the SUBs and the girls were on the beach. I talked to them about my journey as the guys came in and the conversations continued. They shared some information with me about where to go on #MY


The Fisherman From Outta Nowhere 

I was hanging out all alone on this newly discovered Island where yesterday I met the beach kids.I was there and this guy came out of no where. Ran into the water. Slammed this bucket into the water and said "They about died". It was his bait. 
We spent the afternoon talking, well I made fun of folks coming onto the beach and he fished. Super soul! Great guy. 


Ft. Myers Beach, Florida

I son't have any pictures of Courtney COCO as she says her friends call her. We stayed up all night talking and working on the Wood E. We had a date to go to the beach the next day - I've not heard from her since. 
She was fun tho. 


Ft. Myers Beach, Florida

Great guys and good food. They tell me the business just landed in their lap. Wow great location, great attitude and great dogs. Yes they have more, I had tacos. 


Venice, Florida

I was so excited to see my relatives while in Venice. We spent some great quality time together going to the pool, emjoying the farmers market and visiting at their homes. Great To have them in my herd. 



Brookhaven to Atlanta on Amtrak



Wednesday, September 7, 2016

On The Way To BO at The Beginning Point on #MYride

This one may be kinda long. It's a great story from the road and so far it may be my favorite. When I left Monteagle Tennessee almost a month ago, I didn't leave with the funds that I thought I would. They entire couple of months there was really a waste. Maybe it wasn't, I worked with a guy older than me and for the first time I saw me in another person, I thought. It turns out - not at all.

You see over the last few years I had become very jaded, hurt, broken and really forgot who I really was. This entire journey that I have been on for several years has put me right here - where I belong. Although the my life up til this point I had given so much of myself to try to make it professionally. After moving back to East Tennessee, spending time on the farm with my family I realized that I love them dearly but I have been on such a different path then them for so long that I really didn't belong there. So in turn that started the peeling away of the layers. Those dark broken layers that I had put on to protect myself. So all along this bitter man that I was working with was the man that I didn't wanna be, God put him in my life to show me that this is NOT what I wanted to become.

I left Monteagle Tenneesee on the day that I had planned as planned with $300 in my pocket. At 6 miles per gallon I knew that I wasn't gonna eat well, much less pay $294 in fuel to make it to Orlando where I had to pick up my samples from WoodRoze, one of my brands that I represent on this ride.

I had met some awesome folks several months ago when I was selling things at regional craft and expo events. Bobby and Jenni Mills from The Woodshop of Alabama I needed to stop by there and get some things from them, like education, because they were kind enough to allow me to add their wonderful products to both my retail and wholesale portfolio.

On my way to New Market Alabama where the woodhop is just miles from their studio I had a blow out on Wood E. Wagon, the 30 year old RV, and I was devastated. I didn't know how I was going to do it. there goes half of the money I had. I limped to The Woodshop of Alabama but I made it.

Bobby and Jenni were so welcoming. So accommodating to Wood E. and I. Almost hard to believe. Yeah - That nice.

I was there a couple days gathering education, throwing up my website, gathering samples and to my surprise fixing major repair on the RV and getting the tire fixed that blew.

Bobby was so busy with work while I was there but he still took time to help me repair the RV, he says the Gorilla Tape and Duck Tape that I had holding the Wood E. Wagon together wouldn't make it to Florida. So he worked endlessly to get the RV repaired. What an amazing guy. What a true statement of his concern.

They had employed me to do a couple things to their web site so I was really only out of pocket $33 for the tire because they were so kind to employ me for that work. Off I was and I had to go because I was already late getting to Orlando.

I was on my way 15 hours behind the wheel. I didn't leave until 3:00PM that Friday and I needed to be in Orlando by Saturday morning. I had a market that I needed and had to do just to keep revenue coming in.

I was quickly burning through cash and wasn't sure I was gonna make it to my destination. The PayPal account was depleting and I didn't really know what I was going to do. No matter what I had started the trip tho. #MYride was under way.

Although I was a nervous wreck and several hundred dollars shy of what I had planned to take this journey, I was so excited. I drove for hours and I kept seeing signs as I drove through Alabama that Chattanooga was only 70 miles away. For hours. It was temping to skip out and go home. I had enough to get back the Pepperoni (my goat that we bottle fed), Mason (my Great Nephew), My parents and what was comfortable. I pressed on and the gas bill kept getting larger, I did hit Atlanta traffic and at that point I was nervous and this 44 year old man had to break down and ask for money from good ol trusty loving MOM. She was nice about it. She was willing to help, I was just afraid at 5am while she was sleeping I would be tapped out and stuck on the side of the I-75.

Something I didn't mention before is how emotional I was. Crying at every thought of home and every friend and family I was leaving, When Mom helped me with out question. I lost it. I was so upset. This is my journey and I should be able to fund it my self. This time I had planned, budgeted and I was busted.

I had no sleep, some cute samples from The WoodShop of Alabama and some friends that I had met in Monteagle from Mount Dora, FL and I made it to the market I was to set up at. The Mount Dora market was so HUGE and it's where my friends are from American Heritage Antiques and Estate Sales, Ken and his partner even paid for my booth fee.

I did the market and moved on. Still broke. I got my samples from WoodRoze, spent time with friends in Orlando but I had heard a storm was coming our way so I worked a day or so in Orlando and bolted. I wanted to get to the West coast and get away from Orlando. I didn't know I was driving straight for a hurricane but I was. I will write about that in a later post.

My first day out - Two Sales and my first stops, AWESOME. I left that day and headed towards Clearwater. Just to get away from  these storms that were coming to Orlando,

I stopped in Haynes City where I met some ladies at the Mount Dora market and stayed over there in Haynes City at the Pilot Travel Center. I had to do laundry and shower. I had my laundry bag abut after fueling up I only had $2.98 to my name, I felt I was toast. How was I going to do this? This is how - thanks Cindy, my friend back in Tennessee bought a WoodRoze Watch. Can you believe it? I can go on. Plus I was awarded my first commissions for the sale I made.

Well I left the net morning and made it to Clearwater Beach. Toes in the Sand finally. I felt I was really on my journey. Umm. No. There wasnt really a place for me to park Wood E., I had not researched the parking there, AND here comes rain!!! What? I just rain from this stuff and now your telling me I rain right into it? Oh lord.

I needed to get parked. My windshield wipers had stopped working and I just needed to park. I googled "Truck Stops", I had just drove 81 miles to get to Clearwater to work and I was headed back 55 miles to get to another truck stop for the night. Somewhere safe,

On my way to the Pilot I saw a sign for "Camping" tons of it. So I only had $50 to my name but I said that I would stay in a camp site only if it was around $30. I mean I had fresh fruit and canned tuna I could make it. I hoped.

I took the exit. There were camping places to my left that were .2 miles away and there were more campgrounds to my right that were 6 to 8 miles away. I figured turning right, my odds for a $30 site was better.

I turned right and drove forever it seemed like. I was worried. I had already driven 81 miles from Haynes City to Clearwater and now almost 50 miles back up to the camping exit. I knew my fuel level was questionable. See the RV gas gauge doesn't work.I have to calculate as I drive.

I came to the first RV park, I missed the main entrance. I turned back and made it to the office. I don't even know the name of this place but there was a contact phone number on the door so I called it. A sweet lady named Mary answered the phone.  I ask about availability and  she said she had a spot for me. I was like thank goodness. My generator on Wood E. will not power the air conditioning after a few minutes of running so I needed a break from the heat. As we were about to hang up, I ask the rate. I almost forgot, I was on a budget. She said it was $34.00, I expressed how pleased I was but then I remembered that I recently joined Good Sam, so I ask if it helped, she said "OH sure it's $30.". Wait, what? That is amazing. Right on my mental budget.

She had the maintenance guy come park me. It was the last Friday of the month and the office wasn't open on the weekends either. After I was parked and plugged I ask the guy if there was a store near by I needed smokes. He said Family Dollar and he would take me. Well I got smokes and yes a bottle of wine. Honestly I thought if I was gonna be roadside and miserable tomorrow morning I would have a cheap wine hangover, just so I would have something to do sitting roadside.

He brought me back to the campground and I continued to set up. First thing was get the air going I was dying. As I was doing that this guy drives up. He has a cigar from his mouth, his upper teeth not in, a "Make America Great Again" hat on. I walked out the RV door and he says, "You got any kids or Dogs?" I say, " No sir." He replies " Good, I was gonna say keep them away from that pond their is an Alligator in there."

Wait? What? Yeah he continues, " There use to be one here. He got my finger. (holds up his hand to show me but I missed it kinda) He says, " I use to feed that damn thing. It would come right up and eat outta my hand. We called it (a guys name I can;t remember) but then the damn thing had babies and we changed it to Elvira. I was feeding it one day and somebody spooked it and it took off my finger."

I didn't miss it that time, I questioned it, he showed me again his finger that was missing, GOOD LORD. I ask what happened to it. He said, "I was on vacation and came back and I whistled and it didn't come. I looked everywhere for it and finally found it's skinned shell, Damn guy that works for the circus killed it and ate it while I was gone."
This guy that I am telling you about is BO the manager of this RV park for 18 years. In our conversations he found out what I did and ask to see my product, and he bought a watch - cash! How awesome. I was able to stay a few more days because of that and get more done to the RV and stay nice and cool in the RV.
The last day I was there was Sunday. What a day that was, Bo sold two more watches for me and as we went to meet the lady that wanted them, she gave me more than a sell. She gave me hope, and restored my faith. It was what she said and she wasnt even talking to me but I was supposed to be there. You see I thought that this trip was going way to well and this could be the end. After all I had been through recently and dealing with "church" folks - I was done. Not today. I was alive. I felt like God sent all of this to tell me I was on the right track. I was doing the right thing.
I will never forget BO and BEGINNING  PLACE RV PARK it put me on the right path for #MYride.

I AM TRULY BLESSED. I am not ahead, I'm living in the negative finacially as I build a new business on the road but I am so far ahead in life now that I smile, let people out waiting in traffic, open doors for people and speak and smile to everyone I see. I am blessed by God and I will keep going. Easy or hard broke or with cash it's my ride!