The times we are able to laugh ourselves silly make up for the times we want to cry. Preston and I thought we would just "fix up" the garage apartment that is eventually going to be my craft corner and live in there because it has air conditioning until the rest of the house was livable. Well, fixing up ended up getting coined "Shit-mageddon" (sorry mom) sad but true, just when we were replacing all of the trim in the freshly painted room, walls, ceiling and even concrete floor! Preston knocked one of the outlet covers off and dirt and what we thought was rodent feces came pouring out like hillbilly's out of a wet t-shirt contest at Hooters during NASCAR. Holy moly we were disgusted and horrified and everything in-between. So me, being the true pioneer woman I am started ripping out the sheet rock and to our udder dismay we were showered with what we thought were rodent pellets and dirt and spiders, and all kinds of other things. We were prepared, I'm going to try to figure out how to add a picture soon!
After ripping off all the sheet-rock, and fiberglass insulation, and dirt and other miscellaneous items we were ready to put new insulation and sheet rock up! WELL, Here's a lesson for all you men out there- Don't EVER listen to your future wife about how to hang sheet rock like Preston did. He, (being the sweet man he is) humored me and put the sheet rock in how it made sense to me- of course this was the wrong way to put it in! and he managed to fix it and made it all work.TIP FROM PRESTON: ALWAYS PUT IT IN HORIZONTAL STARTING FROM THE CEILING FIRST. (trust him, he's serious as a heart attack.
We got the Craft corner decently okay and then the bug man came out and let us know what we thought was poop, was actually huge roach eggs! HOLY MOLY! Not cool. We were horrified all over again and thoroughly disgusted. We however got over it with a shot of whiskey, and agreed that at least we don't have a rodent problem? (trying to make the best of things) and moved on; or at least we thought so. Right after this news and figuring out that we had been showered in dirt and roach eggs we turned (discouraged) to walk inside our 90 degree+ house and then we were shocked at the appearance or an opossum walking into the craft corner like he owned the place! Preston got the gun and showed him who was boss. Thank you second amendment right.
Pictures are to come if I can manage how to put them on here!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
The Beginning...
My Fiance and I bought a wonderful home built in 1910 near a historic downtown. We were drawn in by it's charm, and curb appeal; since signing the papers it has been a wild adventure. We are amazed how many times a week we are at Home Depot and Lowes, and every time it always ends up costing a hundred dollars! How it that even possible?
This has been an amazing experience so far, and it is far from over. It has been a time where our bond has been tested at times, but throughout this experience we have found that laughter is the key to not loosing your mind.
The first night we were the proud owners of our new home, we didn't get the key. Since the house was a foreclosure we didn't get the keys until some other parties signed- of course I was not aware of this and when we went to close on the home I had all of my cleaning supplies packed into my car. I will never forget the feeling of udder disappointment I felt when the real estate lady told us we would not be getting the keys- our thought on the matter: we spend more money than we ever have before in our LIFE and all we have are a stack of papers and a neat folder?!?!?! No. You don't tell that to a strong minded southern woman with cleaning supplies in her car. So after signing, we went back to OUR HOME!
After sitting and laughing on the porch, we were saddened at the thought that we owned this home and we can't go in. Again, this southern girl will not just take that. So we were trying to break into our home-sad but true. We found the way to get into the house-the crawl space under the home. After my fiance tried for 15 minutes to get the courage to crawl under the house, (he gets squeamish) I (in a sundress and flip flops) I said "move it" and did it myself. I crawled under the house, to the under stairs area where we remembered a door- BINGO! I popped the floor open and busted the locked door open with my butt. Us southern women wont be stopped by a little locked door and creepy rodents/ bugs even if we're in a dress and pearls.
We spent about an hour just basking in the joy of home ownership and then left to my apartment to eat dinner. Little did we know the adventure was just beginning.
This has been an amazing experience so far, and it is far from over. It has been a time where our bond has been tested at times, but throughout this experience we have found that laughter is the key to not loosing your mind.
The first night we were the proud owners of our new home, we didn't get the key. Since the house was a foreclosure we didn't get the keys until some other parties signed- of course I was not aware of this and when we went to close on the home I had all of my cleaning supplies packed into my car. I will never forget the feeling of udder disappointment I felt when the real estate lady told us we would not be getting the keys- our thought on the matter: we spend more money than we ever have before in our LIFE and all we have are a stack of papers and a neat folder?!?!?! No. You don't tell that to a strong minded southern woman with cleaning supplies in her car. So after signing, we went back to OUR HOME!
After sitting and laughing on the porch, we were saddened at the thought that we owned this home and we can't go in. Again, this southern girl will not just take that. So we were trying to break into our home-sad but true. We found the way to get into the house-the crawl space under the home. After my fiance tried for 15 minutes to get the courage to crawl under the house, (he gets squeamish) I (in a sundress and flip flops) I said "move it" and did it myself. I crawled under the house, to the under stairs area where we remembered a door- BINGO! I popped the floor open and busted the locked door open with my butt. Us southern women wont be stopped by a little locked door and creepy rodents/ bugs even if we're in a dress and pearls.
We spent about an hour just basking in the joy of home ownership and then left to my apartment to eat dinner. Little did we know the adventure was just beginning.
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