Snead’s Blogging

So, I never new that hanging dry wall would be such a noisy process. But then again, there are so many things I don’t know that I don’t all the stuff I don’t know.

(Old joke, but effective.)

So there’s hammering, and sawing, and mud, and debris and all sorts of fun all around my head. I can’t think, breathe or pee. (Stage fright.)

Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Let’s get some shoes.

(Thank you Kelly)

These shoes rule — AND I got them by checking Amazon before I paid full price. Nice!

Actually I bought these after a conversation with clickmichelle, both of us lamenting our cankles and needing sandals that let our feet breath in the summer BUT also didn’t look to dainty. Check them out for a full description –Nine West Zecca. Yummy!

The drywall man comes Thursday to put up new walls in our family room. Today hubby is taking down our ancient paneling I am sure was recovered from a dig in the tombs of the Valley of the Kings in Egypt.

Hubby is taking the rest of the week off to give site tours to the parade of city inspectors checking out code compliance and workmanship of the various improvements we’ve done so far. That means the new A/C, new furnace, electrical work, and line up a guy for the new garage door and window replacements.

Meanwhile Dude is handling all this well considering strangers are in and out, the baby is still loud, and he can’t always get on the computer.

Home ownership feels like teh sux. But when the new walls go up, I will be so Queen of the Nile happy!

Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They’re all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again

I wish you would

Okay, so my hubby comes home early this month home and says it’s time to get go into debt and fix this place up. That’s unfortunate because late last year we decided to sell this house and move out into the ‘Burbs.

Then all hell broke loose in the house market. And in Florida, things are really bad. Why do we want to move? Honestly, because our neighborhood is filled with old homeowners that are dying off. And their thankless kids are selling their homesteads to less that desirable people in this hellish market.

We want out. But until the market rebounds, we’re stuck. So while we’re waiting, we decided to fix the place up. Light things, nothing big. Then METLIFE dumped our home owners insurance because we live in Florida and they tired of paying damage claims. Nice.

Translation: market sucks. Let’s make this joint sellable five years from now and get the hell out then.

HELOC time.

Debt. Saddness.

Visa card. Drunk with renovation power.

So we go down to the bank, hand over our first born child and get the money to start the insanity that has steadily taken over my house, my life and the ability to let Wellbutrin do it’s job.

Here is the short list of projects we’re consumed by.. er working on:

1. Replacing electrical wring in house. Going from aluminum to copper.
2. Reroof
3. New garage door with automajic opening one. (Yea a use for those buttons in my car!)
4. Replace attic insulation
5. Adding gutters
6. Help sick tree in front yard
7. Dry wall family room, taking down dark 70s paneling
8. Replace wall trim throughout the house
9. Paint.Every.Single.Room.
10. Fix outside front yard light.
11. Replace the windows.
12. Resod the yard.
13. Put a shed in the backyard so we can reclaim the garage to use as a.. um.. garage.
14. Make the driveway bigger.

If there is more I refuse to list it because I will have stroke.

This is a hole in the wall. I have 35 of them.

Yes, I paid them to do this.