Explosion…almost.
So my new gas dryer that was purchased and delivered from a best appliance store was leaking gas today as I while I was running around the house all day using power tools. I called the gas company and they came out right away to confirm that it was indeed leaking and they fixed it. I called Best Buy and sales guy gave me $100 off my appliance purchases. Should I ask for more or just be content that I wasn’t blown up?
Attempt To Complete One Damn Room..or two
Today I am attempting to complete bathroom, bedroom and closet. This will include laying flooring, painting, replacing towel rods, some furniture placement and removing and resetting the toilet. So, far the closet floor is down, underlayment in the bathroom is on, toilet is off and it’s already 12:30! I wasted a good 15 minutes getting stuck between the toilet and bathtub while trying to remove the tank bolt. Got some good pics of the sewer. Boss called to tell me to stick a rag in the opening so I don’t die of fumes. He needs me for computer pass codes. Good thing he called. He may have had to pay for an IT guy.
Slowing Down Time
Anyone know how to make time stop flying by so fast? When I was younger I would sit around thinking the days would never end. Now I feel like I have 50,000 things to get done each day and never enough time. Before I know it it's noon and then again it's 5 and then 30 seconds later it's 10 and so on...Is this just something that happens with age?
Ohh…really. Okay.
The secret is out. The reasons why I wanted to keep my plan of installing laminate wood floors by myself a secret flashed across the faces of friends and family today. That look of shock, disbelief and general concern for my well being hung on the expressions of those who found out. The news just tumbled unintentionally from my lips. I had no case to support the conclusion of self installation. I have no prior experience to back me up with this endeavor. All I have going for me is that there are a ton of web tutorials available, I can read, and I have strong determination fueled by monetary restraints along with an undying desire for dark, smooth, modern looking floors.
I was encouraged by the rep at Simple Floors. Great prices. In stock and they will deliver to the location of my former closet-the garage. On Saturday carpet demolition will commence.
Today’s bonus thought: Only 4 days away from having power and gas turned back on!
Tighter Than Bark On A Tree
It has come to this… after having three flooring estimates on my 1200 sqft home I have tapped into my inner home improvement goddess. Sure, this spiritual awakening was sparked by the fact that I am cheap and running out of money, but I feel it will be an empowering experience just the same. Like getting dressed for work in my garage. Now, when I say I’m “cheap” I don’t mean that I don’t appreciate nice things…I do. Probably have been appreciating too many nice things otherwise I would have had the money saved up for this. It’s a viscious cycle.
Bottom line is I can’t fathom the thought of forking over $3500 for tile and carpet installation. On the websites the installers were young strapping men. I imagined them coming into my house getting sweaty, muscles pumped while installing tile and stripping down to expose chiseled arms and rippling ab muscles. This may have been worth the dough, but the estimators that showed up at my door were far from the installer hunks of my dreams. Very, very far.
It looks easy enough. Going with laminate and cork. The order should be in by the weekend. Youtube don’t fail me now! A saw, some kneepads and tapper tools and I will be on my way to home improvement my way- sans male. Still wish I had one around sometimes.
Did my last nude walk to the garage with purse and keys in hand on Tuesday. Closet has moved from mustang trunk to upstairs bedroom closet-like what normal people do.
First Night-Short Sale Purchase Complete
I clearly have lost all organizational skills that I may or may not have had at one point in life. Spent my first night in my new house alone…that I bought alone…that I alone am in a panic about ripping up carpet and repainting every surface in site. Ralph Lauren suede paint took all day yesterday leaving me with puffy hands and no energy to prep for really important stuff like lugging my clothes upstairs from the car or locating which box I packed towels in 3 months ago.
4am I finally drift off to sleep waking up with 25 minutes to get ready for work. Gas service has been shut off over the weekend so into a cold shower - stepping out to a bar towel to dry off (luckily a clean one). I completed hair and makeup, and proceeded to the garage wearing nothing but my purse accessorized with cell phone and keys. Yes. Yes! I got dressed in my garage. Slacks, top, bra, panties and shoes. It was kind of liberating. As I closed my car trunk full of clothes I thought to myself “It’s no wonder I’m alone. It’s probably better this way. At least for now.”
How much freedom is too much freedom?
