NaBloPoMo 2007

It's November 1st.

The Christmas commercials started at 5a.m.

Yesterday, I got an itemized, what-it-will-take-in-dollars-to-fix, estimate from a contractor with no vested interest in the house.

Only $2900.00 is all it's going to cost to get the house to where we can safely live in it. That's all. Two thousand nine hundred dollars...and some change.

You wanna know what else I found out Internet?
I found out that all the repair costs could have been avoided (sit down)...if I hadn't taken the carpet out to begin with....and,  um ya know, like...if I'd had one iota of an idea of what I was doing. Yeah, that too.

I could've installed CASHMERE carpet for $2900. Hell. If I'd only known what would happen once the carpet came out, which it had to do with Al's allergies, I'd have just replaced it immediately with newer carpet.
The most expensive part of the repair estimate is the floor. You know, the concrete floor I was going to acid wash... Can you feel my pain, my self inflicted pain?

In all sorts of seriousness here, I'm having to admit that I most likely CAUSED this situation, from lack of experience...no, no REALLY. Hard to believe isn't it?

I  just kept making the situation worse with each move. Never considering I may not be qualified to MAKE SAID MOVE. So now I shall work my ass off, trying as best I can to make the money necessary to fix my broken little house.

While people all across the country are filing for foreclosure, all it's going to take to save my little home is gravy. And I made the mashed potato's apparently.

This is my daily picture. It's me in the galley of the Cabana...experiencing situational depression...Oh, all right, I just woke up, but this is how I COULD look, if I were experiencing situational depression. All dark and brooding, hair a muss, veiny hands, a dead bat within my grasp...

Happy November Internet, and Happy NaBloPoMo...MoFo

P.S. Where the hell have all my comments
gone? Are y'all THAT sick of hearing about my remodel crap? I promise if you come back, I go back to talking about my boobs and the cat...please?

Comments

[skeet]

So I came to your blog to do my self-imposed duty of visiting a random blogger each day and you somehow captured my attention and it's an hour later and I'm supposed to be working. Oh, well. Happens frequently as I am easily distracted.

I've read the current front page of your blog and I'm enraged. I'm a termite inspector. I inspect homes being sold. My job is to help buyers make informed decisions by providing them with litttle, not-so-easy-to-find things that might be wrong with their proposed dream home. Most of the realtors and sellers who cross my path are honest folks making an effort to see that everyone comes away satisfied. Then there are the others. The cretins, the crooks, the scammers. Some of them have tried to sue me for finding things they didn't hide well enough.

I keep a large pot of oil boiling in my back yard. Tell them they've won a free vacation in Hawaii and send them to me. I'm ready.

Oh, and I raised a boy alone, too. Frustrating as hell and the most wonderful experieince I've ever had. He turned out pretty good despite my ineptnes.

Best to you with all of it.

[Jonathan]

Now you just know I'm going to vote for boob and cat posts every time, don't you...

lol

[Randy]

See... That is exactly the way my luck rolls. I miss the boob talk and land here just in time for the mold talk. My vote is for more boob talk, but hey... that's just me.

We do have something in common. Well actually two things. My wife and I just finished a bedroom remodel that started with one bedroom and ended with three bedrooms, a bathroom and a hallway. Why did the endeavor escalate you may ask... well..... the shower had leaked and rotted the sub floor and gave birth to... wait.... wait for it..... Hyphae, mold, black mold....

But the most important thing. Your Dad. I grew up watching him and was actually on the show once. What a thrill that was for a kid from Elk City. Many really great memories. I even remember something about going to the Cave. I can't remember if it was at the State Fair or at Wedgewood or maybe Springlake. I just remember that I was sure that it was real.

You will get through this. Just smile, it will get done eventually... it took us almost a year and a half to finish what was going to be a one month project. We did it ourselves and we are still married and most importantly, I now have some bitchin tools.....

BTW... could you point me to the boob talk?

[Chelsea]

Heh, feel better about the lack of comments, now? :D I have to go write my NaBloPoMo entry now, or I'd actually comment in a meaningful fashion. ;)

[Stef]

I kinda took a commenting vacation (since I can't take a REAL one until 2014 or something), because all I saw on your comments list was "Stef on ________". That and having a ton of homework and midterms and crap like that.

I have to agree with the poster above somewhere about making the seller pay for lying to you. And yes, that is Reeeeeeeally Illeeeeeegal, as the 21 year old likes to say when he sees people doing dumb shit while driving (U turn from the right lane-- and you're in the left-- reeeeeeeeally illeeeeeegal!)

[Madame M]

You had me at Christmas commercials... too much, too soon.

Good luck with your home repairs and good luck NaBloPo'ing!

[meloukhia]

I'm a fellow random blogger, and I have to say that this whole saga about your house gets me mighty riled up. I hope that there's some way to make the seller financially accountable for lying to you on the disclosure forms, since I'm fairly certain that's really, really illegal.

[Audubon Ron]

Good another victim found in Marie Millard.

Okay Apostlette, rise and shine.

Today is the first day of the NovBlow&Go writing thingie.

Okay, let’s get a little Richard Simmons with our typing fingers, push in, push out, Okay faster, push in, push out, now roll the head around a few times, not too hard, roll your shoulders, backwards, forwards, like that, okay sit down, wash that eye wear clean and write me a story.

This is going to be fun, I get to see ladies all over this universe lay story eggs EVERYDAY!! Yippie, “I’m in heaven, I’m in heaven…”

Get’er go’in kid, I’m the guy right there in the stands waving those pom-poms.