Movers for Moms® 2017 is now less than 2 months away! For the past 12 years, the Sacramento Two Men and a Truck® location has participated in this program to benefit the great organization WEAVE. Last year we collected over 11,000 items, and this year we hope to get that number up to 15,000! With your help, we can definitely make that happen. Start thinking now about what you might be able to donate, and make a donation bag. Once the program kicks off at the end of March, you’ll be ready to go! If you really can’t wait, we’ll be happy to accept your donations at any one of our locations here in Sacramento, Roseville, or Folsom.
Everyone has those pieces of clothing that have only ever been worn once or twice in the many years you’ve owned them. You might even have brand new clothing, tags still on, that you never found the right occasion for. Any new or used clothing in good condition that you no longer need could be an amazing contribution to WEAVE.
Clothing items are not the only donations needed, there are many new items needed as well. Remember, this drive is in the spirit of Mother’s Day, so think about what you would give your own mother.
Socks and Underwear
Shoes and sandals
Pajamas, robes, and slippers
Linens – twin and full size sheets and blankets
Pillows and covers
Towels and washcloths
Journals, books, and magazines
Individual snack foods
Individual water bottles
Large Zip lock bags
At-home spa treatments
$5 and $10 gift cards
Men’s, women’s, and children’s clothing
Jewelry and accessories
WEAVE is committed to ending domestic violence and sexual abuse in the community, and every item donated will either go directly to someone in need, or they will go to the WEAVE works retail store, where all proceeds benefit the cause. Follow this link to see what your donations can do.
We will begin putting out our collection boxes in the end of March, but again, if you can’t wait, come see us at any of our three locations to drop off your donations. Let’s make Mother’s Day amazing!
Vacaville here we come! It’s been just over 10 years since the opening of Two Men and a Truck Sacramento, and we’ve already grown such an incredible amount. We’ve opened a total of 3 different locations in that short amount of time. We’re here in Sacramento, in Roseville, and in Folsom, but we’re not done yet! A new location in Vacaville is on its way, and we’re extremely excited. Though we’ve always offered our services to the area, a new location will allow us to create greater community involvement, and bring out excellence in customer service closer to home for many new clients. We can’t wait to “Move People Forward” on this large a scale.
We’re constantly growing, and we’re always looking for new faces to join our team in Sacramento, but now we would love to extend that to the people of Vacaville and surrounding areas. With these new offices, we’ll need new people with the “Movers Who Care” spirit in mind to help us continue our goal of “Moving People Forward”. If you or someone you know would be a good fit for our sometimes eccentric, always friendly and helpful atmosphere, we’d love to be seen for an interview! We host open interviews here in Sacramento at 10am every Tuesday and Thursday, so, starting now, let’s see some Vacaville locals! If you haven’t any experience as a mover or driver, no worries, we have an exceptional training program that will have you ready for anything that might come your way. We’re also looking for office staff, so please give our offices a call at 916-852-7411 regarding the positions we’ll need filled.
We are the “Movers Who Care” for a reason. Come see what it’s all about!
If you haven’t noticed already, TMT Sacramento takes Halloween very seriously. Our Director of Sales and Marketing is quite clearly obsessed, as it seems to be a relatively recent discovery as an Aussie. I guess they don’t do Halloween there? Weirdos.
Maybe they’re just bored of creepy spiders and things. “Ooooh giant tarantulas and cobwebs… So spooky.”
The most frightening wildlife I’ve seen as Pacific Northwest native is a garter snake… or maybe a big bee. I also saw a turkey in the middle of the street after moving to Davis. Terrifying. According to nearby businesses, he is “very aggressive” so my terror was justified.
In my head, you can’t walk more than five feet in Australia without being accosted by a giant kangaroo in boxing gloves or having a koala throw scorpions at you.
Anyway, Halloween. We love it.
I love it for silly children’s movies, the creepy decorations, even just the fact that kids are meant to dress up in weird shit and go door to door asking for candy, and no one ever feels like saying “No, go away you little freaks!” It’s such a weird concept, but I think it’s amazing. No other holiday seems to have something so widespread like that. I love the feeling of knowing that all across the country, there are little people running around in little costumes, and everyone else is giving them candy.
Okay, no more tangents.
What are we doing for Halloween here? Well, the Halloween spirit initially took off with our boxtume creations. We had the fortune of some local morning news shows having a segment with one of our marketing coordinators, Ashley, to show off our endlessly useful boxes as inexpensive Halloween costumes. You can watch the two parts of our Good Day Sacramento segments here. Ashley does well enough, I guess. I would have done better. They probably would have asked me to be their new anchor person or something. Anyway, here.
For the basics of any one of these costumes you would only need
A box (or two for something like the robot or the truck)
Paint (acrylic is best, it’s thicker and better covers the logo)
Glue and/or tape
For example, the angry bird costume was made completely with these items only, and one box. I mean, I am extremely creative and super good at this, but really anybody can do this.
Anything else depends upon how detailed or creative you want to get with the costume. What I found most fun with these projects was thinking about how many different ways I could repurpose what was already available to us or how to use something really inexpensive like a bag of googly eyes or foil. For the microphone, I needed a long angled stick thing with a puffy bit at the end. All I had were office supplies and our other basic crafts. All I could think of using was pencils, but to stick them together at an angle neatly (without tape) I glued them together with two snips of a zip tie! Like the ligaments of a knee! I’m like God! And the puffy bit is a packing peanut. I’m just so smart.
Anyhoo, about these costumes, now that their television debut has finished, we’ve got all of these awesome little costumes for kids sitting in our lobby. Just in case our expert craftsmanship wasn’t enough to clue you in, we’ve got a robot on top, Spongebob Squarepants, the red angry bird, a presidential podium, one of our trucks, and a popcorn box! They are fun decorations, but we think some kids might make better use of them. If your kids or anyone you know would like one of these fun costumes, send us a Facebook message or give us a call, and you can come by our Sacramento office to pick one up!
Our creativity didn’t end there though! With all of the padding and stretch wrapping done during our moves, our movers and drivers come back with a great amount of used up rolls of stretch wrap. We decided it would be a great outlet for our Halloween spirit to create some little decorations using these tubes. Construction paper, glue, and maybe some colored pencils are all you need! Here’s what we came up with.
Try these for your office or as a fun craft for you and your kids! The stretch wrap tubes are great for their extra stability, but these could be made with construction paper alone. As I said earlier, we take Halloween very seriously, so we couldn’t risk making any flimsy decorations.
Lastly, and most importantly, we are without a doubt going to win this costume contest. Don’t feel bad, but just give up now. I’m not even sure if there is a competition, but if there isn’t, I’m making one. And we’re going to win it.
I don’t know if I can give you any details just yet, but you just wait. It’s going to be good.
Having been a resident alien (such a delightful term) here in the US of A for over 4 months now, I took time recently to reflect on the things I really missed about Australia and I thought “heck, I’ll share this with everyone on the blog, because they really do need to know whatever nonsense I blether about to myself at all times”.
Apart from the obvious missables, like family, friends and my cats, the things I am most aching for are decidedly odd and varied. This doesn’t surprise me all that much, I am a decidedly odd and varied person.
Thing the 1st: Being able to recognise currency without having to scrutinize it like an episode of CSI.
Give me a handful of change and ask me to find you a certain coin, and I’ll probably point over your shoulder, shout ‘LOOK! DAVID HASSELHOFF EATING A FISH TACO’ and then run away while you’re distracted.
Australian currency is very distinct in shape, colour and size. There is no way you can confuse a small round 10c coin with a hexagonal 50c piece or a gold dollar coin.
There is, however, little logic to me in having a 10c piece be smaller than a 5c piece, and having no coin larger than a 25c piece, meaning you’re forever jingling with vast quantities of change secreted about your person.
And while tipping a $1 bill is easier than throwing a gold coin at someone, I have a irritating habit of stuffing my ones in my pockets and then proceeding to launder them.
And not in the cool gangster kind of way.
The ‘oh crud, my currency is soggy and needs ironing’ kind of way.
Thing the 2nd: People thinking they need to correct my spelling.
I know how to spell.
I am actually quite proficient with the english language and its usage.
So when I write ‘colour’, ‘specialise’, ‘cheque’ or ‘programme’ I get a little miffed when folk here laugh and point at my apparent typos.
I bring my colloquial spelling with me, people. And, gosh darn it, I will continue to utilise my version of words until someone sucks 36 years of learning from my brain and replaces it with something new.
While we’re on the subject, I will also continue to say things such as ‘fortnight’, convert all units of measurement to metric loudly and with gusto and raise my eyebrow at the concept of saying ‘put that trash in the trash’.
It is RUBBISH, and you’re putting it in the BIN.
Thing the 3rd (and last, since I am sure you all have better things to do than listen to me ramble): Being unable to find any asian cooking supplies in the local supermarket.
I guess I have always taken for granted the fact that as we are so close to Malaysia, Thailand, Singapore etc and have such a multi-cultural population, our supermarkets stock a large selection of cooking items and ingredients. Therefore when I want to make a green chicken curry or miso soup, I just look in that aisle and voila, there the base items are.
Here, however, there is a distinct lack of not only choice, but even an aisle dedicated to said choices.
So when I wanted to cook green chicken curry, I couldn’t find the base to do so, even after scouring every single shelf, poking around in behind the other products and in one quiet moment of sheer desperation, perusing the organic aisle with it’s vastly overpriced foods of the moment.
“FINE” thinks I.
“I’ll just make my own curry base and it will be amazing and everyone will cheer and I’ll be a gosh darn hero”.
Sadly, the reality of making your own green curry base is that you essentially need THE SAME INGREDIENTS you don’t have to begin with.
After sobbing quietly in the produce section for a moment, I regroup.
“FINE” thinks I.
“I’ll just make a regular curry base and it will still be amazing and everyone will cheer even louder at how resourceful I am under pressure”.
So, here’s me, mixing up my assorted spices and of course, in goes the turmeric, turning everything a violent shade of yellow, as it is wont to do.
Immediately, I am transported back in time to my childhood and my mother’s ‘curry’ – undoubtedly one of my least favourite meals to see turn up on the dinner table.
Mum, I love you.
But that damned nuclear-yellow curry with it’s assortment of raisins and apple pieces ….
WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?
IT WAS LIKE MUESLI GOT TOGETHER WITH A WATERY STEW, PEOPLE THREW TURMERIC AT THEIR WEDDING AND THEN THEY HAD A VERY CONFUSED JAUNDICED BABY.
Get yourself an Asian ingredient aisle so I can go back to repressing these childhood memories, yeah?
We have already discussed the utterly depressing amount of holidays I get here as opposed to Australia.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
So when a long weekend raises its pretty head, I like to tack on one of the days onto it and go adventuring around the country to see what I can see. Labor Day took me to Seattle, which is in Washington.
Now, if you’re like me, you’ll be confused.
“Washington?” you’ll think “Isn’t that on the other side of the country?”
Those trixy Muricans, they’re trying to fool us by tacking on a DC to that one and having it be an entirely different creature.
Anyhoo, the flight to Seattle was … eventful.
There’s nothing like being told whilst in the air that the plane is in a holding pattern but doesn’t have the fuel to stay in it so there may be an emergency landing.
Run out of fuel mid-air? Really? Do you want us to get out and push?
Seattle itself is hard to describe as a city. It’s like that really trendy, ultra cool friend who is very into fair trade vegan watchbands and gets all enthusiastic about sportsball and dogs.
Is it a law that you must own a dog in Seattle?
Do you get taxed more if you don’t?
Every darn person has at least one canine, most have multiples and every single one is treated like Mutt Royalty.
I’ve never seen so many restaurants with specific dog stations outside. I’ve never seen so many dog-oriented bakeries, accessory stores or walking facilities.
They need to change the city moniker from “The Emerald City” to “Dog Town USA”.
Aside from dogs, I learned that Seattle has a lot of street art.
Some of it is very very good. Some of it is very very ordinary. Some of it is very very weird.
And I’m weird, I know weird when I see it.
I was truly disenchanted by the Giant Shoe Museum. This was hyped on my go-to site for city attractions, atlas obscura, as being a go-to destination but instead of a museum filled with a plethora of shoe-ish memorabilia, I found a wall with 4 windows and a rather disappointing array of footwear. I was neither AMAZED or ASTOUNDED by their selection.
On the subject of ‘museums’ that don’t really warrant the name, the Museum of Bad Art, whilst containing truly abysmal art, was more of a cafe than a museum. However, this magnificent Peep Jesus was breathtaking in it’s aesthetic merit.
The last thing I will touch on is the slight *cough* obsession with the Seahawks. The kind folk I was staying with explained the prevalence of the number 12 everywhere as the city considering itself the “twelfth man” on the team. Now in Australia, that would mean you were a comedic act who imitated cricket commentators, but here it means you are resolutely dedicated to smothering the city in team colours and plastering everything with the numeral 12.
May I just interject, to an outsider who isn’t even sportsball oriented, this feels more like a cult than fandom, but I am only saying that as I am two states away and can’t be lynched.
I had a small fit of national pride and forced them to watch some youtube footage of AFL…. I don’t know why, I don’t follow that either, but it seemed like the right thing to do.They were most impressed by the lack of padding and athleticism. I glossed over the drug culture and hero worship speech I usually deliver whenever the topic of AFL comes up. Why ruin the illusion for them?
In a very similar spate of ‘Strayanism, I also made the watch clips of ‘The Castle’.
They didn’t get it.
Guess the ‘vibe’ doesn’t translate accross the ocean.
Go there and see if you can guess who we’re talking about.
Leave the name in the comments and the first to do so wins the fabulous prize of me writing them a congratulatory haiku.
Anyhoo, this led to a general dating discussion which somehow ended up with me wondering if I could legally marry a plate of chicken and waffles.
But I’m a fussy lady, I don’t just wanna get hitched to ANY OLD chicken and waffles.
I want to become legally espoused to the red velvet waffles and deliciously crunchy chicken of Sandra Dees.
I pondered loudly about how long and hard I would need to lobby here in the land of the free to be able to get this passed as a ‘legal thingy’.
My training and expertise in ‘legal thingys’ is obviously extensive, as you can see by my casual use of lawyer jargon.
This also brought up a myriad of questions:
Could I be jailed for eating my spouse?
Could I wed multiple meals in some kind of crazy food-mormon tradition?
If we had children, would they be mini-pancakes and nuggets?
Sadly, most of these will forever remain unanswered as my day got very very busy and it wasn’t until I revisited this derailed train of thought later that night that I realised it is not as far-fetched as it seems to consider lobbying to marry a plate of chicken and waffles.
Case in point: Pastafarianism.
Let me regurgitate the wikipedia entry for those who need a quick catch up on what the heck this is:
“The “Flying Spaghetti Monster” was first described in a satirical open letter written by Bobby Henderson in 2005 to protest the Kansas State Board of Educationdecisionto permit teachingintelligent designas an alternative to evolution in public school science classes. In that letter, Henderson satirizedcreationismby professing his belief that whenever a scientistcarbon-datesan object, a supernatural creator that closely resemblesspaghetti and meatballsis there “changing the results with His Noodly Appendage”. Henderson argued that his beliefs were just as valid as intelligent design, and called for equal time in science classrooms alongside intelligent design and evolution. After Henderson published the letter on his website, the Flying Spaghetti Monster rapidly became anInternet phenomenonand a symbol of opposition to the teaching of intelligent design in public schools”
We all ofay with this now?
Good, so moving on, various members of this now certified religion have pushed, finagled and otherwise loudly whined until they could wear their religious headgear in ID photos.
Wearing a spaghetti colander on your head, albeit in a very satirical manner, seems to me no less logical than someone (not me) wanting to marry an extremely tasty plate of noms.
I mean, really, there’s a guy in Korea legally married to his pillow.
Yeah. So there’s THAT.
I feel we are starting to wander from Slightly Kooky Lane into Weird And Creepy Avenue, so I’ll start to wrap this up.
In conclusion, no I don’t REALLY want to marry a plate of chicken and waffles.
But it’s really nice to know that if I wanted to, I could probably complain, lobby, lament and wax lyrical until I could.
The Fur Kid Dilemma and Puntastic Fun Ensues – The Continuing Adventures of an Aussie Girl in Sacramento
I am just going to come straight out and say it.
I miss my cats.
I am a bit of a crazy cat lady so Princess Jinga and Miss Shichimi were treated liked feline royalty and reciprocated by bestowing their fuzzy love upon me constantly.
Even when I didn’t want it.
Seriously, Jinga would paw and claw at my arm at night til I let her under the blankets and then she’d shove her little pink wet nose in my armpit, elbow and any other warm spot she could find before shredding my thigh meat to ribbons with all her affectionate kneading.
Sadly, Jinga is so neurotic she can’t handle a five minute drive to the vets, let alone a 30 hour flight and Chimi wouldn’t leave her, so they are still living in Cemetery House with their Uncle Drew, who spoils them with pork crackle and bacon jerky and doesn’t seem to mind their snotty kitty kisses.
But I love the company of small fuzzy creatures so I started to investigate California critter companions and I came across the Chinchilla. They are soft and fluffy and have adorable little faces and THEY ARE NOT OVERGROWN HAIRY RATS like my grandmother seems to think. I did my research, found a Chinny Ranch out in Lincoln and soon procured two little fuzzbutts: a fat frumpy grey whose name is Poki and a delicate ebony darling called Kyoya.
They have pretty distinct personality traits.
Poki enjoys food.
Biscuits in particular.
That chinny would sell her soul for a biscuit and not even notice it was gone. She has no compunction about literally taking the food from her sister’s mouth which leaves Kyoya a little confused when she takes a bite of thin air instead of the raisin she had there a few milliseconds prior.
Kyoya however, cares less for food and more about spending time in her pirate ship hammock and looking depressed. She excels in both of these activities. She certainly practices enough.
Chinchillas also give me the opportunity to make spectacular puns on a daily basis. These include:
“What are Poki and Kyoya doing? Oh just CHINCHILLING”
“You’ve been naughty. That’s 5 seconds in the CHIN BIN”
“Little pig let me in, not by the hairs on my CHINNY CHIN CHIN”