Maggots, demo and Cowboys!

Well folks, I would love to tell you that since my last post (almost a year ago) the house is finished. I would love to tell you that, but it would be a complete and udder lie and my mother told me never tell a lie. As the house stands we had gotten it to a level of "we-feel-pretty-good-walking-around-in-bear-feet-but-know-it-is-far-from-where-we-want-it-to-be". We started to realize that if we ever want to have kids (or lower blood pressure) we needed to kick this thing into high gear; the foundation, roof, HVAC units and electrical needed to be done. We knew if we wanted to spend a few more years we could probably do it all ourselves but thought it would be more worth it to get the house refinanced and tack on a renovation loan for those big items.

You would think getting contractors to give you bids would be easy! Well, it would have been 2 1/2 years ago when we bought the house (but our real estate lady didn't have much of a clue about the kind of loan we needed and royally effed us unknowingly)  Now apparently there is so much work to be done contractors don't even call you back! Oh well, we think we might have found someone great and hope it works out.

So knowing these HUGE projects are on the horizon we started to get excited about the house for the first time in a year. We decided on the floor plan, eventual Attic Master room, and other very exciting touches. We decided on a whim to take out the back of the wall between the current living room and dining room-





Then we decided to tear out the ugly upstairs bathroom vanity. Now, something I should mention; a few weeks ago I woke up to the sound of Preston banging a shoe around in the bathroom. Honestly I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking he was just killing wasps (because they had come back with a vengeance) After a few minutes of him banging his shoe and muffled curse words I came to see what in the world was happening. Maggots. Yes folks, slimy yucky icky maggots. hundreds of them. All over the bathroom floor. So currently we have dealt with opossums, fleas, spiders, squirrels, roach eggs, more opossums, random cats, mice, rats and now maggots. So there Preston is, in his boxers with a shoe in his hands giving me a look of horror and serial killer and said- "just go! I got this! save yourself!" So I went downstairs and waited. When he finally emerged from the- what we thought "the safe bathroom" he just said, we need to stop living in the upscale lap of poverty.

After that maggot morning, we decided we needed to let whatever had died get really dead before trying to find it. We bleached the bathroom and uneasily went about our business. Until today, at 11am on Sunday morning we were trying to decide if we wanted to watch TV, tear down a wall, or "find the brick" like one of our favorites Nicole Curtis on Rehab Addict. Finding the brick won, so we went to work upstairs. Very shortly into this venture Preston gagged and said "Oh Sh**!" I knew it had to be something dead. Me, being the loving wife I am sent him after the supplies we would need-gloves, trash bag, broom & dustpan,  and vodka. He came back minutes later and I disposed of the rat. After just getting back to normal I saw a tail. THANK THE LORD IT WASN'T MOVING! I told Preston to just go to the hall, it looked like the rat had a friend. He did, and they went into the same bag.

While demoing part of the bathroom, I got some great candid footage of Preston:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFVELNOL5kI&feature=youtu.be


















After cleaning up that mess we decided to watch the Cowboys!! More updates soon.