Thursday, September 6, 2012
no cold air...again...:-(
Why is it every time we turn around, something falls apart? We almost have one room completely finished, and we are feeling amazing! After getting home from school, having dinner and watching the cowboys win, bedtime came and as soon as we were half way up the stairs the hot air hit my face and I knew something was wrong. The air conditioning unit outside was not turning on. :-( We were stuck, sleeping in either a 90 degree upstairs or a flea downstairs. What a choice. After Preston checked out the attic and made sure the wires hadn't been chewed we decided the coolest room downstairs and with the least amount of fleas was the entry hall. If you ever get a chance to sleep on the wooden floor of your entry hall with some fleas- PASS ON THAT! Man oh man, something good has to happen...it just has to...
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Polyurethane changed my world! *Pictures*
After a few weeks of debate, we finally just went for it. On Labor day we put polyurethane on the master bedroom floor, no sanding and we were so happy and over the moon at the results! The beauty of the floors show and every board is different and perfect. The both of us are just so excited about this we can't wait to do it to the rest of the house! As a bonus, finishing the master bedroom floor means that room is just about done! All we have to do is re-calk the room and add crown molding around the baseboards and around the ceiling. Life is good. :-)
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Creepy Bathroom
You know what's sad? I will tell you; when you just miss your favorite movie, or when the power goes out while you are doing your hair for you wedding, or when you sit down in class after a bad day and realize you have a test that you totally forgot about. Those are all pretty sad, you know what else is sad? When your husband walks into the only bathroom in the house that works to take a shower for his birthday lunch, and starts singing "it's a creppy bathroom, so creepy" and then while showering I hear from the other room the mario brothers song, not the happy beginning song- nope-the one when mario is in the creepy underground. Why is the bathroom so creepy you might be asking yourself? Not only does it slant, has a creepy window that only half way locks above the shower, has an open 'closet' that has the air conditioning compressor that is open to the under the house, and there is no calking anywhere in the bathroom. None, which lets all the creepy crawlers walk around and make more fleas. My goal: someday to have a completely calked bathroom where I can soak in the tub and relax. If anyone knows of someone who has money to burn and time on their hands, feel free to come overhaul our bathroom.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Home from the Honeymoon and got a welcome home party from...! and PICTURES!
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| Right after the I Do's <3 |
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| Just Married |
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| Our Home |
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| Preston getting ready to give the fleas hell |
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| Bailey ready to give the fleas hell |
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| "Shit-Mageddon: |
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| Willie The Kitty |
The wedding was amazing, I got to marry my best friend, ate some good cake from Market Street, and got showered with bird seed on our way out to Preston's truck to take to our honeymoon! The boys of the wedding party decorated Preston's truck amazingly (I'll post pictures, Preston figured it out!) and off to Galveston we went! The honeymoon was a lot of fun, we sang karaoke on the ship, out of the 129 newlywed couples we were nicknamed "the newlyweds" , got saranaded by a guy in Mexico who sang La Bamba and when Preston gave him a $1.00 tip, the Mexican said "no, it's five." and we didn't even ask him to play! But all and all we had a blast just getting away. We were ready to get home, had a great time talking with Ryan my brother who house sat while we were gone so we wouldn't get broken into again, (his house story to come) and then we enjoyed looking at our amazing wedding pictures that were taken by Kelly Lynch.
Preston then made the mistake of going to the bathroom....he was attacked by our welcome home committee!!! He had about 15-20 fleas on him after about 30 seconds and we just felt so dejected, so hopeless, so snookered. So we got our angry faces on and set out to get some killer- bug, flea, rat, opossum, anything with legs killer. Came home, got our gear on and went under the house, set the bait, and sprayed, and seven dusted the hell out of the under of the house. Take that you son's of bitch fleas and whatever else is living under the house.
Now we are enjoying some pizza we ordered (because to crawl under the house we need about 3 or 5 shots of Tequila) and will wait for tomorrow for the light of day and PRESTONS BIRTHDAY!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Coming to the edge. Bacon?
1st Edition of Preston coming to the edge. ( I hope there will not be any more)
Ok so this is Preston. If you know my fiancee, then you know me. This is my time to speak. I want this to be her blog, but some times I need to be heard. We have tried to be nice, but we are coming to the edge. We live in this old house and are trying to make it a home. This is our dream, but it seems that people, PEOPLE, are trying to make it tough. We love people and I, for one, have a really trusting nature. With all of the craziness, we have unfortunately developed a general defensive nature toward people. I can't believe that some punk broke into our home and stole our stuff, not to mentioned tried to use old credit cards that are no longer valid. I called ATT, PS they suck, and they cant tell me what number called me. Then some drugged out B tries to steal stuff to make a drug run. I want to scream! We live in a decent area, or so we thought. If I catch someone trying to bust in here I will end their life and call the authorities well after they are dead. If you are reading this for humor or entertainment, I want to thank you. Thanks for caring and supporting us through our wonderful project that we call our life. We love this house and by GOD if I will let some low life people ruin what is so special and amazing to our life. I love our future and more importantly my future wife and want to make sure that she is safe. Thank you everyone for your support.
Ok so this is Preston. If you know my fiancee, then you know me. This is my time to speak. I want this to be her blog, but some times I need to be heard. We have tried to be nice, but we are coming to the edge. We live in this old house and are trying to make it a home. This is our dream, but it seems that people, PEOPLE, are trying to make it tough. We love people and I, for one, have a really trusting nature. With all of the craziness, we have unfortunately developed a general defensive nature toward people. I can't believe that some punk broke into our home and stole our stuff, not to mentioned tried to use old credit cards that are no longer valid. I called ATT, PS they suck, and they cant tell me what number called me. Then some drugged out B tries to steal stuff to make a drug run. I want to scream! We live in a decent area, or so we thought. If I catch someone trying to bust in here I will end their life and call the authorities well after they are dead. If you are reading this for humor or entertainment, I want to thank you. Thanks for caring and supporting us through our wonderful project that we call our life. We love this house and by GOD if I will let some low life people ruin what is so special and amazing to our life. I love our future and more importantly my future wife and want to make sure that she is safe. Thank you everyone for your support.
Another Rouge Day...
With less than a week until the wedding I took off my-little paying job-all week to finish all the details for the wedding and packing for the honeymoon. Monday, We had a wonderful Southfork Luncheon, we weren't able to invite everyone to the wedding so we were able to have a chicken-fried-lunch for our wonderful co-workers. So today rolls around, I have a long list to do- Sams for miscellaneous items for the wedding, lunch at somepoint, and washing the 200+ mason jars and also clear glass plates. At around 3 pm today I notice out of the corner of my eye ( while watching toddler's in tiera's and learning about spray on tans and fake eye lashes) a person walking up our driveway to our side door like they owned the place. This strikes me as very strange because we have a very prominent front door and only our family walks up to the side door and knows that's okay. I walk over to the side door- ready to F somebody up because we already got broken into once- and meet face to face with a woman who looks like she is on some crazy drugs with a black eye, and asks if she can rake the leaves. NO YOU CAN'T RAKE THE 10 LEAVES WE HAVE IN OUR YARD YOU MORON. HOW ABOUT YOU TELL ME WHY YOU ARE REALLY HERE, LIKE I AM HERE TO STEAL SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR GARAGE (THAT IS OPEN) AND SELL IT TO MAKE SOME MONEY FOR COCAINE.
I tell her to pretty much "Get the hell out of Dodge" and watch her walk away.
Later on, after telling Preston what happened with the crazy drug lady, he gets a phone call from Bank of America, which was an "UNKNOWN NUMBER"which he cancelled his accounts when he found out they had given credit cards to a lot of illegals and arabs, that his debit card was not able to process. RED FLAG! He hasn't had a Bank of America card since 2009, and we find out this is a result from our break in that we had not more than a month and a half ago.
When will it calm down? When will everything be normal? I don't know, but I can tell you this much. Texas, thank God has the " you walk onto our property, I will shoot you and then call the cop's later" Law. Just sayin.
Preston is getting jealous of my blog, and wants to make his own. The next post is all Preston's doing and I will not edit anything he types. :-)
I tell her to pretty much "Get the hell out of Dodge" and watch her walk away.
Later on, after telling Preston what happened with the crazy drug lady, he gets a phone call from Bank of America, which was an "UNKNOWN NUMBER"which he cancelled his accounts when he found out they had given credit cards to a lot of illegals and arabs, that his debit card was not able to process. RED FLAG! He hasn't had a Bank of America card since 2009, and we find out this is a result from our break in that we had not more than a month and a half ago.
When will it calm down? When will everything be normal? I don't know, but I can tell you this much. Texas, thank God has the " you walk onto our property, I will shoot you and then call the cop's later" Law. Just sayin.
Preston is getting jealous of my blog, and wants to make his own. The next post is all Preston's doing and I will not edit anything he types. :-)
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Up to current times...and currently also needing a drink.
There has been a lot going on since "shit-mageddon" and to do a play by play will only bore anyone who reads this to the point of going clothes shopping at the goodwill. As a side note on the goodwill- you can find some very cool things there for pennies on the dollar and they also sell used underpants. Not that anyone should ever purchase used underwear, but if your life goes that rouge, by all means.
So a fast-forwarded version of our lives is as follows:
As we stand currently with the house, and our upcoming nuptials (in exactly 20 days!) here goes:
We had intended on starting on a room and finishing it completely before moving on to the next room, we got that advice from very wise people who have renovated their homes. We, however were not mentally capable of following their advice. We first started in the kitchen, because we had been eating out for literally over a month and we just needed a good home cooked meal, and I love to cook. Also I was getting fat because of all the take out and was afraid I wouldn't fit into my beautiful wedding dress- my mother made it by hand using fabric and lace from my grandmothers, my mothers, and Preston's mothers wedding dresses and it is exquisite. So we started on the kitchen, it had the most horrible cabinets and I always loved having light colored cabinets, I also wanted a red kitchen. Preston, being the wonderful man he is let me do whatever made me happy. While painting the kitchen cabinets and walls we were horrified at the findings under one of the bottom drawers- a rat skeleton. Also other miscellaneous things. Preston got almost sick and we moved to another room for our sanity's sake.
After the rat skeleton and remembering the opossum and the half decomposed squirrel in the attic, we decided that having a cat around would make us feel safer! We went up to the PetsMart and fell in love with the cutest orange tabby kitten you've ever seen. We adopted him and named him Willie, after Willie Nelson. He loves his cat nip ball and the real Willie's music so we only thought it was fitting. Not long after bringing Willie the cat home, we realized the fleas never really left (from the spraying before we got the house) and poor Willie was covered, we were covered and it was just a mess. We were so worried about our poor kitty we went to Walmart at almost midnight to get some flea medicine for him. We quickly found out that going in a hurry to Walmart at almost midnight is not the thing to do. After waiting in the self check out line for about 20 minutes (it seemed) we were next and the Walmart employee closed it and said basically " sorry about your bad luck, but I have to work at Walmart so I am just going to be a B" this didn't set well with us. We were flea bitten, and worried about our kitten, so Preston (in a rage that is completely not like him) told the Walmart lady pretty much everything that was on his mind. After a few minutes of arguing we decided to walk out. We got to the door and remembered our poor kitty was in flea hell and went back for our items. The B at the self check out finally (and rudely might I add) rang us up and we thanked her and gave Willie the relief he had been waiting for. Less than a week later we took him to the vet because he had ringworm all over his little body which he obviously had before we adopted him. And he ended up giving it to me, on the middle of my neck, that is not the kind of thing any girl wants, especially one week before her bridal portraits. Luckily Preston's Aunt Sally is a miracle worker and got me some cream and it was gone in a jiffy! (damn not having insurance until we get married)
Next on the list was the popcorn ceilings upstairs in the master bedroom and his man room. I fully believe both women and men need a place for all their treasures, such as collector lunch boxes that have gladiators and the ninja turtles to be displayed nicely. Popcorn, after scraping, mudding, sanding, mudding, sanding and finally painting doesn't seem so bad. In the master bedroom I thought for sure when we decided to put bead board on the ceiling after scraping the popcorn and mudding and so fourth Preston was going to throw his hammer into the wall. We learned fast that unless you have a nail gun and more than two people, bead board sheets are not a good call. Also, liquid nails sucks. So we painted the ceiling white, and hung a new light fixture. The knob and tube wiring made it difficult to change out the fixture, but we red-neck-rigged it to work great!
The laundry room was my own project, I would work on it on my days off and it would get done when it gets done, all I have left now is to find the perfect old looking cabinet knobs and fix the door frame. Why do we need to fix the door frame you might be asking? Well, the day before the fourth of July our house was broken into. It was weird more than anything, instead of taking the computer, tv and such, the person who broke in sat down and watched movies and stole my gun. It was un-nerving and scary and sad, but we filed a police report and tried to get over it. We were still emotionally riddled and weirded out. So Preston and I built a fence where it had fallen/ been taken down, in the 100+ degree Texas Summer so we (mostly I) could have a chance of feeling safe again. Damn that extra unexpected expense, the fence looks good though, we are going to wait until finances and the weather cool off a little to replace the other parts of the existing fence.
We absolutely love our home with all our hearts, but every time we turn around it seems like everything is so much bigger of a deal than it should be, and more expensive, and takes longer. We have been living like construction workers inside our home and we just want to feel good walking around barefooted and shower without the worry of something crazy happening.
All and all, we are thrilled, we just wish we would win that $5000 prize from the home depot receipts, I can't even remember how many surveys I've filled out. Whew.
More to come, have to finish cleaning all the sanding debris off the wooden floors upstairs.
Also, during this rouge time in our lives, in Texas, in the Summer, we found that someone maliciously cut the freon lines to not one, but both our air conditioning units. Which cost us lots, and lots and lots, but we are finally cool. It's probably a good thing that I don't know A) who cut the freon lines and B) who broke into our house. It's Texas after all. ;-)
So a fast-forwarded version of our lives is as follows:
As we stand currently with the house, and our upcoming nuptials (in exactly 20 days!) here goes:
We had intended on starting on a room and finishing it completely before moving on to the next room, we got that advice from very wise people who have renovated their homes. We, however were not mentally capable of following their advice. We first started in the kitchen, because we had been eating out for literally over a month and we just needed a good home cooked meal, and I love to cook. Also I was getting fat because of all the take out and was afraid I wouldn't fit into my beautiful wedding dress- my mother made it by hand using fabric and lace from my grandmothers, my mothers, and Preston's mothers wedding dresses and it is exquisite. So we started on the kitchen, it had the most horrible cabinets and I always loved having light colored cabinets, I also wanted a red kitchen. Preston, being the wonderful man he is let me do whatever made me happy. While painting the kitchen cabinets and walls we were horrified at the findings under one of the bottom drawers- a rat skeleton. Also other miscellaneous things. Preston got almost sick and we moved to another room for our sanity's sake.
After the rat skeleton and remembering the opossum and the half decomposed squirrel in the attic, we decided that having a cat around would make us feel safer! We went up to the PetsMart and fell in love with the cutest orange tabby kitten you've ever seen. We adopted him and named him Willie, after Willie Nelson. He loves his cat nip ball and the real Willie's music so we only thought it was fitting. Not long after bringing Willie the cat home, we realized the fleas never really left (from the spraying before we got the house) and poor Willie was covered, we were covered and it was just a mess. We were so worried about our poor kitty we went to Walmart at almost midnight to get some flea medicine for him. We quickly found out that going in a hurry to Walmart at almost midnight is not the thing to do. After waiting in the self check out line for about 20 minutes (it seemed) we were next and the Walmart employee closed it and said basically " sorry about your bad luck, but I have to work at Walmart so I am just going to be a B" this didn't set well with us. We were flea bitten, and worried about our kitten, so Preston (in a rage that is completely not like him) told the Walmart lady pretty much everything that was on his mind. After a few minutes of arguing we decided to walk out. We got to the door and remembered our poor kitty was in flea hell and went back for our items. The B at the self check out finally (and rudely might I add) rang us up and we thanked her and gave Willie the relief he had been waiting for. Less than a week later we took him to the vet because he had ringworm all over his little body which he obviously had before we adopted him. And he ended up giving it to me, on the middle of my neck, that is not the kind of thing any girl wants, especially one week before her bridal portraits. Luckily Preston's Aunt Sally is a miracle worker and got me some cream and it was gone in a jiffy! (damn not having insurance until we get married)
Next on the list was the popcorn ceilings upstairs in the master bedroom and his man room. I fully believe both women and men need a place for all their treasures, such as collector lunch boxes that have gladiators and the ninja turtles to be displayed nicely. Popcorn, after scraping, mudding, sanding, mudding, sanding and finally painting doesn't seem so bad. In the master bedroom I thought for sure when we decided to put bead board on the ceiling after scraping the popcorn and mudding and so fourth Preston was going to throw his hammer into the wall. We learned fast that unless you have a nail gun and more than two people, bead board sheets are not a good call. Also, liquid nails sucks. So we painted the ceiling white, and hung a new light fixture. The knob and tube wiring made it difficult to change out the fixture, but we red-neck-rigged it to work great!
The laundry room was my own project, I would work on it on my days off and it would get done when it gets done, all I have left now is to find the perfect old looking cabinet knobs and fix the door frame. Why do we need to fix the door frame you might be asking? Well, the day before the fourth of July our house was broken into. It was weird more than anything, instead of taking the computer, tv and such, the person who broke in sat down and watched movies and stole my gun. It was un-nerving and scary and sad, but we filed a police report and tried to get over it. We were still emotionally riddled and weirded out. So Preston and I built a fence where it had fallen/ been taken down, in the 100+ degree Texas Summer so we (mostly I) could have a chance of feeling safe again. Damn that extra unexpected expense, the fence looks good though, we are going to wait until finances and the weather cool off a little to replace the other parts of the existing fence.
We absolutely love our home with all our hearts, but every time we turn around it seems like everything is so much bigger of a deal than it should be, and more expensive, and takes longer. We have been living like construction workers inside our home and we just want to feel good walking around barefooted and shower without the worry of something crazy happening.
All and all, we are thrilled, we just wish we would win that $5000 prize from the home depot receipts, I can't even remember how many surveys I've filled out. Whew.
More to come, have to finish cleaning all the sanding debris off the wooden floors upstairs.
Also, during this rouge time in our lives, in Texas, in the Summer, we found that someone maliciously cut the freon lines to not one, but both our air conditioning units. Which cost us lots, and lots and lots, but we are finally cool. It's probably a good thing that I don't know A) who cut the freon lines and B) who broke into our house. It's Texas after all. ;-)
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