TSUN Sharp Objects

Today a rescue took place.

Ever seen one of these?

My family always used them to store tailgate supplies or college dorm stuff.

David and I rented our first climate-controlled storage facility at the end of this summer to store all of our belongs. I was headed there this afternoon to drop off some wedding presents we've received in the past month, pay our monthly "rent," and search for my beloved cowbell. With the start of the football season approaching, and it being the first time ever for cowbells to be legalized, I decided I needed to bring my childhood bell out of retirement. Since MSU started cracking down so hard on cowbells the past couple of years, I've been putting it in and out of retirement constantly. Basically this means for important games such as Alabama, LSU, and TSUN, it comes out of retirement, but for little schools, it doesn't. Since I will proudly be able to walk into Scott Field with bell in plain sight for the first time in my life, I decided it was worth diving through all of THIS to find it:

I'm not quite sure how it got packed to begin with. I was asked to move out of my apartment 10 days before my wedding. Thus began a mad dash at attempting to quickly pack an apartment. Needless to say, I neither wrote down or categorized anything! Which can make for a difficult rescue when locating something the size of a cowbell in this chaos.

However, after moving around a bunch of things and digging through a few containers, the lost bell was found! Hallelujah! It was wrapped in an old Reflector, and I was so excited that I found it. By the way, see that orange container in the top right? It was in the silver one right underneath it. Yay! Cowbell rescued! Now this is a bell with history! I received it when I was three years old from my grandparents. That means it's 21 years old (approximately). When I came to college, I wanted a new one, but my mom talked me out of it. Hence, the XO sticker placed on the back of it. (The ribbon and chi o pin are just for decoration when it's in retirement!) Isn't it beautiful!?

So, you may be wondering a.) why did she take all of these pictures? and b.) TSUN Sharp Objects? I'm getting there...

I took all these pictures because I intended to post about how God was teaching David and I (more so me then David) that stuff is just that....stuff. We don't need it, and ours all fits in a tiny space crammed in boxes. Nevermore has Matthew 6:19-20 meant more to me.

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal."

So much for my post about that.

I got a little excited seeing all of my "stuff" and started pulling out some things that I wanted to take with me...A Beth Moore bible study, notecards, a few other things. All of a sudden, I saw gushing blood. Yes that's right gushing. And while my hubby and mother probably think I'm lying, ask the men at the storage place. They'll tell you! I realized I had poked something sharp and was now gushing blood out of my finger. I tried to put up what I could amidst boxes. Let's just say it wasn't near as organized as it had been in the top picture. In the middle of being trapped and trying to catch the gushing blood, the lights (which are on a timer) shut off. Shut off! I decided I had to get out!

When I finally made it to the office, I was frustrated and couldn't stop the blood. I told them what happened. That I'd been diving to save my cowbell. They laughed and the younger guy (who had a first aid kit in his truck by the way) said "that must have been one sharp Ole Miss object!" (I edited to TSUN for the title). Such a good bulldog fan! I headed out towards home. Two minutes into my trek home, I noticed my finger was bleeding through the band aid! REALLY? Every time I bent it, it gushed. Holding it straight helped. I called David and told him to find our first aid kit and something to splint my finger with! This is what I came home to!

And the finished bandaged product complete with tongue depressor underneath:
So that was my eventful afternoon. If it truly was a TSUN object (because I still don't know what I hit), at least Masoli can't play for them this season!

I'll end with a picture of our family bells. The two in the middle are my parent's bells. Mom's has cracked so many times that the last time it was re-welded (long before I was born), the person used brass. Now it has a distinct ring! The gold one is Daniel's. It cracked last year and had to be re-welded with brass as well. It was only used for the Egg Bowl last year. I'm sure it will be more worn after this year. As you notice, David's bell isn't shown. That's because IT cracked last year, and is currently at the doctor for re-welding with yep, you guessed it, brass! Should be ready in time for Saturday though! Bring on football season! And freedom for all cowbells....for now anyway!