HEY! You know what's NOT fun? Being soaking wet, standing in the front yard trying to figure out where the water shut off valve is. Why was I trying to turn the water off? Well, it sounded like a fun activity but turns out, not so much. Oh wait, that's right- it actually wasn't voluntary. Let me take you through it:
We've been having trouble with our shower for a while now so I guess it was MY fault, not the piece of crap that broke. So our shower has one of those handles where its a single knob that you turn counter clockwise to adjust the water flow and then another handle behind it on the same knob that you can turn to adjust the water temperature. A few weeks ago tho I guess the 2 knobs were turned in just the right way so that we couldn't turn the water off all the way. FANTASTIC! So we fixed that but from then on we had to turn the shower on with a wrench, which is always fun. It makes me feel oh-so handy when I can use tools in everyday situations. So of COURSE the wrench ultimately stripped the tiny rod that's only half the diameter of a pencil and 1/2 an inch long leaving me with a running shower & having no clue what to do. And of COURSE Joe is out of town when this happens so I'm on my own! Cut to me, scrambling around the front yard looking for this valve because I have to take the entire knob/handle/valve out of the wall. BUT, I ultimately found it and fixed the shower so yeay me! Ha, never a dull moment!
Being a person who has lived in an apartment for the last 8 years, whenever something breaks or needs to be replaced I've become so accustomed to just calling maintenance to take care of it. Oh the luxury of non-responsibility! It is the BEST! People who live in apartments- USE THIS SERVICE TO THE FURTHEST POSSIBLE LIMITS!! You will appreciate it when things like this happen to you later on-TRUST ME. Haha, it just reminds me of a quote from comedian Mitch Hedburg: "I went to the Home Depot today, which was unnecessary. I need to go to the Apartment Depot. Which is just a big warehouse with a whole lot of people standing around saying 'We don't have to fix shit!'". I used to like that joke, now... not so much.
So thats the new project- fixing the shower so we don't have to use our roommates bathroom with the broken light and the bathtub that for some reason the floor of it is like its been coated in butter (I've almost died twice, I SWEAR). So, I'm looking forward to that. But for now... here's to being caught off-guard!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Here's To: Procrastination
Today: March 25th, 2010
So i'm sitting here looking at drywall that i've been putting off mudding and sanding fooooor about 3 days now, trying to just get off my ass and start. But procrastinating and writing on here is SO much more productive- right? Yeah I know. It's a good thing i'm so smart with my time management. ANYWAYS, let me give you a bit of backround because I know you're just DYING to know. So here goes:
My boyfriend joe bought a house in sunny San Diego, California back in November of 2009. We looked around for maybe a month and finally found something in Clairemont- an area about 8 miles north of downtown and 4 miles east of the ocean and Pacific Beach (which is where we really wanted to live but it's way too expensive-even now). On the upside, its a pretty big house by San Diego standards- 1,900 sq. ft., but the extensions the old owners added on took up a lot of the backyard so there's limited space back there. I wish we had a bigger backyard for our dogs sake- a 5 month old pit bull puppy, Vegas. She is a total cutie pie, but sometimes she turns into a tazmanian devil and will do multiple hot laps as fast as she can all around the house. Its actually pretty hilarious, but back to more relevant things.
The house was built in 1959 and the people he bought it from lived here the ENTIRE TIME. Which would be a good thing if the Bob Vila wannabe that used to live here hadn't made everything so damn janky & ridiculous.
CASE-IN-POINT: My personal favorite of just how mind boggling this guys 'repairs & improvements' were. In the hall there is a peculiar placed lightswitch ABOVE the linen closet door. At first we thought it went to a light in the attic since the access hatch is right in front of it. But after going in the attic and finding out it wasn't, we couldn't figure out what it went to. Cut to 3 weeks later we're showing people around the house and it's nighttime. I flick the switch to show them that it didn't do anything (or so I thought) and through the bedroom window to the right, I see the flood light on the side of the house go on. He didn't have enough wire (I assume) so he just put the light switch 7 & 1/2 feet up a wall! Who does that??!?! Edwin does (thats the guys name).
I can't talk TOO badly about him because he could come haunt us and jinx any remodels we do, which does seem to be the case so far. He died a few years ago and his widow finally sold the house. And we asked- he did NOT die in the house, ugh that would be so creepy. Ha, shit there I go with the bad-mouthing him. OK GOOD THOUGHTS!
Well, I guess I should get to this drywall for real. Joe comes home from Alaska where he's been for the past week and I was supposed to have this done 2 days ago. So until next time, here's to procrastination!
~Kt
So i'm sitting here looking at drywall that i've been putting off mudding and sanding fooooor about 3 days now, trying to just get off my ass and start. But procrastinating and writing on here is SO much more productive- right? Yeah I know. It's a good thing i'm so smart with my time management. ANYWAYS, let me give you a bit of backround because I know you're just DYING to know. So here goes:
My boyfriend joe bought a house in sunny San Diego, California back in November of 2009. We looked around for maybe a month and finally found something in Clairemont- an area about 8 miles north of downtown and 4 miles east of the ocean and Pacific Beach (which is where we really wanted to live but it's way too expensive-even now). On the upside, its a pretty big house by San Diego standards- 1,900 sq. ft., but the extensions the old owners added on took up a lot of the backyard so there's limited space back there. I wish we had a bigger backyard for our dogs sake- a 5 month old pit bull puppy, Vegas. She is a total cutie pie, but sometimes she turns into a tazmanian devil and will do multiple hot laps as fast as she can all around the house. Its actually pretty hilarious, but back to more relevant things.
The house was built in 1959 and the people he bought it from lived here the ENTIRE TIME. Which would be a good thing if the Bob Vila wannabe that used to live here hadn't made everything so damn janky & ridiculous.
CASE-IN-POINT: My personal favorite of just how mind boggling this guys 'repairs & improvements' were. In the hall there is a peculiar placed lightswitch ABOVE the linen closet door. At first we thought it went to a light in the attic since the access hatch is right in front of it. But after going in the attic and finding out it wasn't, we couldn't figure out what it went to. Cut to 3 weeks later we're showing people around the house and it's nighttime. I flick the switch to show them that it didn't do anything (or so I thought) and through the bedroom window to the right, I see the flood light on the side of the house go on. He didn't have enough wire (I assume) so he just put the light switch 7 & 1/2 feet up a wall! Who does that??!?! Edwin does (thats the guys name).
I can't talk TOO badly about him because he could come haunt us and jinx any remodels we do, which does seem to be the case so far. He died a few years ago and his widow finally sold the house. And we asked- he did NOT die in the house, ugh that would be so creepy. Ha, shit there I go with the bad-mouthing him. OK GOOD THOUGHTS!
Well, I guess I should get to this drywall for real. Joe comes home from Alaska where he's been for the past week and I was supposed to have this done 2 days ago. So until next time, here's to procrastination!
~Kt
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