Thursday, November 15, 2007

November 15, 2007

We've been living in the house for the past couple months after moving in August 25, 2007.

There's been plenty to do...

We'll start with the bathroom. If you recall the bathroom was gutted and a horrible wreck. The only bright spot was that we fixed the wiring until it was up to code.

Here the girl's and Seven of Three are trying out the new tub.

After dry fitting some PVC and a having a 4 minute conversation with a purple hippopotamus from Mars I finished the drain (that cement is wicked stuff!)

Finally after 2 attempts to fix a few small leaks, I the Master of Solder, did complete the plumbing...and Lo! The water did flow like Moses and the Rock!

I put the joists up for the ceiling. My expert buddy came over and saved my bacon with some expert drywalling. A couple of days of painting, 2 days to finish the floor. Cut the vanity to fit over the sink fill pipes. 2 days of no water in the entire house as I frantically tried to fix two leaks...problem? Not enough flux. Here is my million dollar tip to all you guys out in DIY land doing plumbing. Don't skimp on the flux, it's cheap, lay it on! It's a heck of a lot better than having to redo a screwed up join.

The sink went in, lights, mirror and a few extras and PRESTO! Bathroom!

Friday, August 31, 2007

Super huge update coming

My computer is down and so an update of mega proportions is forthcoming.

The finished floors, the finished downstairs bath. The finished kitchen, and ceiling fan. The moving day, that's right! We are in! The unpacking, the installation of the upstairs tub! Yup. Just got it in about 30 minutes ago.

And all this posted on my local library PC, ugh.

I'll post soon.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

July 7 - July 14, 2007

The All Wall Extravaganza!

This past week has seen some serious improvements.

We have begun painting the walls, the ceilings, the floors. I have begun to paint my radiators.

I have finally turned on my hot water, apparently there's this knob and when it's turned one way, theres no hot water. Turn it the other way and the water gets hot. Who knew?

Kitchen cabinets are being installed, with lighting!

Well don't just take my word for it.

Whoa. When did Levar Burton get in here. Dude you're over there.



Anyway, check out the pics!
So the kitchen wall cabinets are up! And lit! We used 5 Xenon lights. It's funny, the box called them Halogen lights. Only thing is Xenon is a noble gas, its not a Halogen at all. Halogens are highly toxic, like Fluorine and Chlorine, Bromine, Iodine, and...ummmm..andddddd. Shoot I don't remember the last one. Well it's next to Polonium and its radioactive.

Anyway, my not halogen lights kick butt.

They sanded the floors. Since this picture was taken they have completely finished the floors. I however have no pictures of it since I was not allowed into the home for those 3 days. My only access to the house was through a 24 foot ladder to my balcony. I painted the majority of the upstairs in those 3 days.

Oh but check out the beast they used to finish the floors.


What a machine!

Ok moving on...


Seven of Three's new room. It has since received a second coat of paint and the floor is now the color Beachcomber, take a guess what it looks like.


The girls room is looking suitably girlie.

I have nearly finished our room, except someone knocked a hole in the wall (which I patched).

We will be moving en mass towards completing the downstairs.

Things are looking good.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Huge Update

But you gotta wait till tomorrow. I'm zonked. It's 10:25pm and I was ready for bed an hour ago. Yikes!

Next Up: Color on the walls! Cabinets on the walls! It's an all wall blowout!

Saturday, July 7, 2007

June 31 - July 7, 2007

Remember that tiny crack in my ceiling due to a spilled bucket? Well, when I returned the next day to inspect the damage it appeared that Noah and his Flood had visited, as the hole in my ceiling was now about 100 times larger.
Clearly something would have to be done about that. Something future Proteinstar could worry about.

My Electrician buddy stopped by and helped my remove unsightly and dangerous outlets from where my bathtub was supposed to go. Helped me string my wiring up so that I could access it from my attic crawl space and generally taught me about the dangers of combining 12 and 14 wires, why aluminium wires is so 1970's and the thrill of racing at 40.





Those wires will later be put back within the confines of the crawl space but for now they're easy access.

Well after giving the bathroom some attention I decided to go back to the kitchen.

I started by removing the ceiling fan, I actually want to keep something in this house if you can believe it.



I then carefully selected a tool capable of inflicting a massive amount of destructive power upon centuries old plaster.


I wasn't long until the room was filled with tremendous clouds of plaster dust. Thank goodness I had an 98 cent mask over my face. I know that dime store wonder was certainly keeping all that lead paint and asbestos out of my lungs. HACK! KOFF!

Actually the coughing fits have gotten much better, and there's no more blood in my phlegm.

Well the clean up went quick with Rover helping out.



Behold my glorious bare ceiling! Of which only two pieces of lathe suffered any termite damage. My Wonderbar took care of those two defiled pieces of lumber.


At around 3pm the Haitian Sensation showed up and with the help of a massive Drywall Lift borrowed from the Nostromo we put the new ceiling up in 3 hours.


I don't have the pic of me riding around on that thing waving my pulse rifle about.

Behold my new ceiling!


Behold another artistically taken photo of my ceiling with the power loader...I mean drywall lift in the foreground.


Tune in tomorrow when we play...Is It Primer Or Is It Ultra White Trim Paint?

Saturday, June 30, 2007

June 30, 2007

Today was the day I washed the walls. Also had a zillion people over to help, well, four. Red Baron, Shoop, Haitian Sensation, and Domenica. We made great progress. I put the guys to the manly task of sanding the downstairs trim. Red Baron flew all the way from Das Deutschland to help with the sanding. Shoop brought his ghetto blaster to annoy the neighbors.


We washed the walls with a non sud forming soap, TriSodium Phosphate. Wicked on your skin in high enough concentrations.


Completely trashed the downstairs 3/4 bath mixing the stuff.


While we were working upstairs I knocked a 2 gallon bucket of water and soap onto my hardwood floor. We sucked everything up with my new shopvac, hereby known as Vincent.


These two shop vacs nearly saved my kitchen ceiling. Nearly. They strangely resemble VINCENT and B.O.B. from the Black Hole.




Well The Spouse's cousin, you know who you are, will get the resemblance.

Man I loved that movie. "There are bold pilots and there are old pilots but there very few old bold pilots."

VINCENT would kick R2D2's butt.

Anyway, VINCENT and Old B.O.B. were unable to save the ceiling and about 20 minutes after the spill water starting pouring through my ceiling downstairs. Bummer.





Since 2 gallons did that if my roof leaked my house would dissolve!

Friday, June 29, 2007

June 24-June 29, 2007

Lots and lots of things happening at the house. Where to start?

Well the kitchen is now totally gutted, just 2 copper pipes for the sink left (and even those are screwed up! The only thing right about this house were the windows.


The cabinets were in such bad shape that they joined the tub waiting for the day they ship out for the landfill (which happened today).


We wrestled for a great deal of time about what to do with the downstairs flooring. I was really pushing for bamboo flooring. Gave that up and said ok to Pergo. Now we finally decided to get the floors sanded and finished.


The floors are solid Yellow Pine and definitely rustic. They'll have that handscraped look, cause boy are they scraped! I think it will help give us that beach feel we're going for.

In order to have floors sanded they must be completely free of all debris (ie nails and staples) Normally this isn't a huge deal, go around and nail down the few loose nails sticking out. However since the inhabitants in this home had stock in Stanley tools and got some kind of kickback for using as many staples as possible to hold down their carpets this was a different story. I pulled up thousands of these buggers, and when I say pull I don't mean a gentle tug, I mean pull so hard the grips of your needlenose pliers rip off and then continue pulling until the skin of your hand looks like shredded wheat after soaking in a bowl of milk for 30 minutes. Pulling so hard that you pray to God each time that this staple will come out easier then the last 3,000 staples that did not. Desperately trying to develop some newfangled technique to make the staples come out easier (believe it or not after staple 3,567 I did find one that worked on every third staple). Groaning in frustration that after declaring a room "staple free" you find 3 more rows of the dang things, each with about 30 staples each. My hand still throbs with pain from those agonizing hours of staple pulling. This event has caused me to swear, SWEAR, that I will never put carpet in my home ever. I have too much sympathy for the poor schmuck that has to yank out an entire home of staples. See the demon that has plagued me these last few days!


After yanking all those horrible things I had to sand the upstairs floor. So I went to Lowes...


before I continue a little shout out to my Lowes pals! Hey Kitchen Beth, Plumbing John, and Appliance and overall tall dude Wayne! See ya tomorrow!

OK, back to the sanding. So I rent this sander, on my way there the Spouse calls me and tells me that the Haitian Sensation strongly recommends getting some help when moving the sander. Well, I never arranged for help and its 8 in the morning on a Wednesday. So I go to Lowes on my own, and rent the sander, and wheel it out of Lowes to my van. I then have to pick it up to put it into the van. Oh, my back still twitches in agony at the thought. Heres a helpful hint about sanding, get someone to help you lift the sander. It seriously was the heaviest thing I have lifted in recent memory. So heavy my back muscles felt like something was going to rip. But, I DID IT! HooWaa! I lifted it about 2.5 feet into my van, and broke a sweat. How the heck was I going to get that thing up to my second floor?


Well I did. I aged about 5 months doing it. Another hint, just take it a stair at a time, no funny stuff. When a motor and slab of steel weighing over 120-140 lbs is giving you a little trouble, don't try to shift your grasp, don't try to lean it on a step, or lean back and give it a rest on your gut. It's just too heavy. My heart still hasn't gotten its regular rhythm back. But at least my "I'm Still a Man" credentials are in good standing order. For you ladies, its doing something idiotic, or something requiring gross brute strength, ideally both at the same time.

Moving on, long post. We sanded the floors, and they look, well, sanded.


Oh, before I sanded I found another few thousand staples that had to come out.

Asexual Crystalline Reproduction in Zinc Coated (Hot Dip) Iron Fasteners

is the title of the paper I'm working on right now. Its really focusing on the possibility of complex crystal growth in iron deposits as a viable method of increasing the total number of fasteners in a given substrate. Still have to work around the way they separate and refasten themselves into the substrate (Yellow Pine, Pinus ponderosa) I'm sure we'll find some deus ex machina to surmount that obstacle. Grant monies should be pouring in any day now.

Ok so sanding finished. We should be washing the walls by the weekend. Yeah!

Father in Law came, and we finally took everything to the dump. We fit all of it in one trailer. We seriously looked like some Nepalese carpet merchants on their way to Kathmandu to sell their wares.


We then had to dump the stuff. But not in large oversized dumpsters like I had done in the past. Oh no. This time we drove all the way to the top of the landfill. Now if you are not familiar with the practice, we take our trash and dump it in one spot. This makes a small mound. They cover the mound with plastic tarps and then dirt. They then put more trash on this mound and repeat with the tarps and the dirt, over and over and the hill gets bigger and bigger. It takes on the appearance of a Mesopotamian ziggurat. We made it to the top. And it was exactly what its called, a trash dump, dirt and garbage everywhere. With huge bulldozers, as big as a home pushing the garbage around. Kind of the way I tidy up the house, I don't really pick up the mess I just push it around so the mess is in a couple different spots and therefore less messy. The Spouse disagrees.

So we start dumping our crap, and then a huge garbage truck pulls up along side us and shows us how its done. Well if our trailer had some hydraulics and a giant trash mushing whatever that thing is that mushes trash, then we could be like it too, but man did it stink. And you thought they smelt bad on the outside!

Well after nearly getting crushed by the bulldozer we finished our job and went home.


We dump 1,400 lbs of trash that day. cool. Trash that at one time was brand new, brand spanking new and cost lots of money. The people couldn't wait to get it home and try it out, put it together, make their lives better. And there I was cursing it as it fell into a heap of stinking garbage, and splashing me with its stink. Moments later a massive plow of yellow steel would shove its mouldering mass deep into the muck and bury it under more trash were it will remain for all eternity, till the end of the world. And so there goes our endless quest for more stuff, in the end it all ends up in the dump, either by your hand or some others. Spend your money on the things that matter. Like more stuff to replace the crap you just threw out!

Tomorrow we wash the upstairs, I sand the downstairs some more and maybe some doors get sanded on the porch so all the neighbors can witness the physical transformation as I morph into Bob Vila, or that bearded dude who sands everything by hand in that Old Yankee Workshop thing. That would be way cooler than the Vila!

Saturday, June 23, 2007

June 21-June 23, 2007

Well we've gone and done it. Spent more than I make in a month in a single day. On cabinets and bath stuff. Spent an entire day at Lowes and hook up my good bud John with the biggest commission this side of the Mississippi. Jammed all of it in the garage.

Even though my home is a complete dump at this point in time I just can't help but make it worse. The bathtub and shower was absolutely foul. I would not seriously consider using its hygienic enhancing properties on my body for fear of doing my psyche and epidermis permanent harm. So I ripped it out of the wall.


I then had the fulfilling option of throwing it from the second story balcony. Its as cool as it seems. Now he is just sitting waiting for the trash man.


The Haitian Sensation fixed most of the walls and patched most of the cracks and I inhaled about 30 cubic feet of lead dust from sanding the woodwork.

We then took a break from our toil and went to a laminate flooring class at Lowes, which was more like ask Todd some questions and struggle through his poor enunciation to determine the answer.

The floors need to be sanded and washed along with the walls being washed and rinsed and we should be ready for paint. Hopefully next week.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

June 13-June 20 2007

I just bought my first home. It took $1069.84 and 55 minutes of my time.

During the past week I have completely gutted the home. Walls have been removed, the entire house has been stripped to its subfloors.


The previous tenants felt that their cats should feel free to urinate and defecate on any surface they wished. This has caused me great consternation as I have been ripping up these still damp reeking rolls of befouled shag.

This particular room which will house the Daughters of Proteinstar was the excretory epicenter.

The home was built between 1906 and 1920 and is a duplex. I hate duplexes, but the incoming neighbors, my brother and sister in law, are totally sweet. The home is about 1800 square feet with 2 full baths. The upper bath is in major need of help. The previous owners, probably going back 40 or 50 years, decided to wall up the door leading from the master bedroom (it was a Pullman bath). They then turned this alcove into a closet for the bath and walled in half the tub. It is very difficult to wash 3 kids in a tub when you only have access to half of it. So, with the assistance of my father, the Progenitor of Proteinstar, we ripped out the walls, knocked in the wall and PRESTO! It's a Pullman bath again!! Some drywall, joint compound and some mild language and now I have a semblance of a bathroom again, with access to the master bedroom. Unfortunately the bathtub/shower is shot.


I ripped out about 3 thousand staples used to secure some filthy shag carpet that was about 60 years old. We sanded the stairs and then ripped out the top step. I had the misfortune of replacing it with pine. I should have chosen a hardwood. Oh well live and learn. I anchored all the steps with wood screws to keep them from sqeaking.


The past week has been a lot of prep work for the real work to come. Patching holes and fixing cracks, I hate horsehair plaster. Getting everything ready for paint. Which should be next week. I'll wash all the walls with trisodium phosphate, wicked if you get it in your eyes, and then prime all the wood work. Then the paint.

My next post will most likely be about me fighting with the two stupid drop ceilings in my upstairs and downstairs baths. Tune in next week when Proteinstar coins a new phrase or two.