Just Call Me Demolition Girl

Almost three months after we’ve moved in I’m still struggling to figure out where to put all our things and how to make do with the current décor until the time comes to rip down all the walls and renovate the whole place.  Easier said then done.

I was making my humble Christmas list this week and sure, there’s a whole lot (a real whole lot) of fancy things I could list, but what I really want more than anything is a new laundry room. I might of said that on Facebook and it might have become quite controversial. To be clear, I would like a new laundry room for Christmas, the rest of you good people can ask Santa for whatever your hearts desire. My laundry room dream does not and will not affect what’s under the tree for you Christmas morning. Okey doke?

Still a new laundry room isn’t a traditional Christmas present but I have good reasons for asking. Very good reasons.

Exhibit A – The laundry sink

This beauty is the sump pump. From what I gather it’s needed to pump the drain into the septic tank because this sink is below grade.  Whatever, it’s freakin’ ugly and I don’t want any part of it. There’s no automatic feature on this model, I need to stand there and activate it until it empties the sinks. Excellent use of my time.

It’s important to note that this pump has live wires on the top. Live wires in the sink, with water. I know this because one day when I was cleaning paint brushes I flicked the stick with my wet hand.

I won’t do that again.

Exhibit B – The fake bricks

I get that some people have different ideas about what makes up a pretty home. But I challenge anyone to agree that fake bricks have a place inside a home.

I should be clear, some of this bricks are real but they are like a brick front, like a tile of brick. Some of these, most of the white ones, are plastic with a wood back. All are glued on and grouted with cement. It’s so very pretty.

There is no place in my laundry room for fake bricks.

Exhibit C – There’s no heat.

I don’t have a picture of the non-functioning radiator. I am planning a sewing table and a craft station in the laundry room and I think heat would make big projects more enjoyable. I do live in Canada.

I rest my case. You fine jurors can decide for yourselves, is a laundry room makeover a worthy Christmas present or not?

Whatever your decision I am renovating it anyway, in fact I’ve already started. I took off a few bricks as an exploratory exercise and the next thing I knew I was throwing around a hammer and a crowbar and standing in a pile of rubble.

Yes Kristin there is mouse poop in those walls.

This archway was a nasty bit of work. The fake bricks were glued and nailed in, plus it was above my head. I couldn’t wear the safety googles with the dust mask because they fogged up. I was forced to decide whether to protect my eyes or my lungs. I went with lungs, currently I am flushing 14 lbs of cement dust out of my eyes. I also had to master the tricky work of using a hammer and crowbar above my head.

I managed but I haven’t been able to lift my arms since.

A good day’s work. Next up I’m getting a dumpster and recruiting a demolition team, there’s A LOT more bricks left.

Lesson Learned: catch up on your laundry before you decide to make a dusty mess of the the washer and dryer.

A Few Fun Things About The New House

And by fun I mean are you freakin’ kidding me.

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These pink beauties are the drapes in my bedroom. So far they are staying. I’m kind of fascinated by the scalloped valence, they are perfect.

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The only working shower is turned on by that red handle. If you look closely at the shower head you will see 800 years of hardwater damage.

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Move in day. How do you like my fireplace?

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My new kitchen. It’s not nearly as nice as it looks and those retro plastic pull outs don’t pull out. That’s not true, they pull out if there’s nothing on them.

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Super fancy electrical plates in my bedroom. You are jealous, I know. Even better is that only the outlets in our bedroom actually work. There’s a few other secret ones that you have to hunt for. It’s fun.

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Not just a chiming clock, it’s also the door bell. Really fun when there’s a gang of small children in the house banging into it every 30 seconds. Sometimes the dog whacks it. So far real visitors have rung the door bell twice and I gave the kids a hard time for banging the chimes. I only looked at the front door once they both claimed innocence and the dog was nowhere to be found.

So if you drop by ring the door bell a few times and don’t mind me yelling at the kids.

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This cutting edge modern contraption is my oven. It actually works, which was a pleasant surprise. But do not touch any part of it when it’s on you will get burned, that sucker heats up.

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In case you missed the model name. It’s a party everyday here!
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And the very best part of my new house. Wall to wall mirrored bathroom. For accuracy I’ve given you the “if you were sitting on the toilet” view but spared you me actually sitting on the toilet. What’s even more fun is the tap at the sink has 2 speeds, off and full blast. So there’s water ALL over the mirror and the floor. The floor is white and mostly little kids have dirty feet in the summer. You can imagine how the whole bathroom looks after we’ve been here a week.

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We are quickly making the new house our home.

A Love Affair With A Tape Gun

I chose you for your padded handle, your cheery red colour and your heavy duty label. I was excited to get you home and start working together.

I wanted us to be ready. Ready for whatever making boxes together would take us.

We started slow, just a few boxes every week. Tidying up old toys and knick knacks that I’ve never liked. We had fun in those first weeks.

Soon we got busier. It made me confident that we were a team. But your teeth cut me. You made me bleed. I put you on a shelf while I healed.

My cut healed quickly but my broken spirit took longer. By the time I needed you again you were lost to the mess of the basement.

I found you and we got back to work.

And work we did. We were full speed ahead in operation move to a new house. We made and sealed boxes together in sync. You were like a 5th limb. I could sense where you were in the house when you were not in my hand. We added a rainbow of sharpie markers to our team.

Oh, those were happy days.

When moving crunch time hit we lost our rhythm. Suddenly you couldn’t keep up, you lagged behind. You let tape get stuck in your feeder and double over on itself. I lost precious time untangling and re-feeding tape. Then your teeth, your aggressive side, gave up all together.

It’s like you gave up before the job was finished. Are you a quitter pretty red tape gun?

There’s only 1 day left. Can we meet in the middle today? I promise to take it slow if you promise to do your best. Then you’ll get a long rest, maybe even on your own shelf instead of jumbled together with the other tapes.

And anyway I’ve got my eye on someone new now.

He looks pretty sharp.

 

Clean Like Muggles

Our house is officially on the market. It is both a blessing and a curse that people are calling and wanting to walk through my house.

In readiness for all these visits we spent the weekend cleaning and packing. Then packing and cleaning. For your viewing pleasure I videoed it. You are very welcome.

 

Once we finished all the packing we had to shove it all into the crawl space. I videoed that too. I’m generous like that.

 

 

 

If you can identify where I took the title from I will give you a hug. And you have to be more specific than Harry Potter.

Consumed (And Obsessed)

I am lost to MLS. To the insatiable need to find the house. The house that is mostly perfect for us. It’s taking over my life.

To be fair it is really hot out and it’s doubtful that I would be doing much cooking or cleaning anyways. Chips for everyone! And coffee, lots of coffee.

School starts in September and if we are going to move this year I want to be in and settled before school gets going. Or close to it. We’re on a new house deadline. I can’t say that this deadline is making me fun to live with.

I’m learning that house shopping is 5% determination, 25% imagination and 70% dumb luck. Come on dumb luck!

Part of the problem is I am shopping for a house that has it all. And I do mean all!

  • Acres, with a pool.
  • Private and away from the hustle and bustle but still close to school and town.
  • More space but self-cleaning space.
  • And for the love of all that is Holy, please a kitchen at the back of the house. Preferably overlooking the pool.
  • A rec room for toys and playing.
  • A craft room for me.

All that with an ensuite and a mudroom. Wrapped with a bow if you please. Oh ya, and an office for Ken to work in. I guess we need that too.

If you are singing “You can’t always get what you want” to me, you wouldn’t be the only one and I won’t be insulted. It’s the theme song at my house.

 

UPDATED: It’s very possible that our house searching is coming to an end. The stars have aligned and we’ve found a house. A house with a pool and a creek. The pool hasn’t been functional for 3 years and it’s very possible that it is in danger of falling down into the creek. But those kind of engineering details will not sway me.

It has nearly everything we need and want, and the whole thing needs gutting and renovating. I”m overjoyed! And hysterical with excitement. Or it could be the excess coffee.

We are getting an offer ready this morning. Stand by friends, stand by. Send pixie dust or whatever you’ve got.

TO COME: A blog post, or maybe vlog, series called “OMG, my house is a freakin’ mess and it has to go on the market for sale tomorrow!” Followed by a few posts about “My house is beautiful and in a great school district, would you like to buy it?”

 

The New House Update

Sometimes things don’t go like you’ve planned. And sometimes being a grown up stinks.

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My New Shelter

What I really wanted for Mother’s Day was a new house. And I tried, hard. But it was not to be. So instead I was treated to a new tent.

I was overjoyed, truly, to welcome the Nimbus 5000 to my camping collection.

See those shoes? Little people moved in almost immediately. Can’t wait to get camping in it.

I’d Like That With A Pool Please

This moving business is getting me down.

First- There’s get my current house ready to sell. Which…well… I don’t want to think about it. Have I mentioned the 36 buckets of gravel sitting on my patio leftover from Ken’s thesis experiment?

Second- There’s new house shopping. It’s hard work and I have no idea what I want. Or I want everything. Acreage but still walk to school, pool but still lots of green playing space, more living space but self-cleaning.

House shopping without a wish list leads to distraction, quickly. “Ooh look, a pink toilet. That’s cute.” No Kristin not one bit cute, stay focused.

So I’m making a drastic decision to save my sanity. You know those crazy people on HGTV that walk around house hunting with a checklist and an complicated scoring system? That’s what I’m going to do. Make myself a house shopping list.

I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. (Probably because the host always makes fun of the couple with the scorecard) I don’t go to the grocery store without a list, a house is a much bigger purchase. I need a list.

Here it is

  • Pool, and not a pool that takes up the entire backyard. Or an above ground pool, that doesn’t count.
  • Space for a vegetable garden and some fruit trees.
  • Kitchen at the back of the house.
  • Main floor walk out to the backyard, preferably from the kitchen.
  • Kids bedrooms at the back of the house or on the 2nd floor.
  • Mudroom space or potential for a mudroom space.
  • Sewing and craft space that isn’t the dining room table.
That’ll about do me. Oh, ya and an office for Ken. We’ll need that too. If a house can offer all that we’ll take it. They can even throw in the pink toilet.
*This post is the modern day equivalent to wishing on a star. If you write it on the internet it’s sure to come true.

Cause When You Want To Move, You Should Make a Mess

You all must know by now that I’m moving. I don’t know when and I don’t know where but I’m going. My family is welcome to come too. 

The idea of getting our house ‘show ready’ terrifies me, more than a root canal or cows. In preparation for this tidy-a-thon I decided not to grow seedlings for our vegetable garden this year. Only the kids didn’t ask me, they asked their dad, who of course said “yes, seed growing is an excellent scientific pursuit.”
And the bay window was covered in tray of seedlings. Seedlings that were being cared for by little girls with a spray bottle. There was a flood in my bay window. Daily.
New rule: he who says yes to growing seeds must then descend to the crawl space to unearth the grow table in order save the white window sill from a fate of mould and filth.
And ok, I might have a tray of plant cuttings in there. I am a plant expert after all.
I had hoped to have our house on the market this week.

Because who doesn’t want to buy a house with this in the front yard? Even if there’s a flock of seagulls dropping cherry stained poop all over the driveway for 3 weeks in July.
We’ll just have to aim to get all that selling business done before that happens.

It’s Wednesday- Join #iPPP

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Survival Of The Fittest: In Which I Don’t Survive

I haven’t studied up on global warming in scientific journals. I get that the globe is getting warmer and I know about the polar bears.

I feel bad about those polar bears.

Some species adapt well to change, like crows and raccoons, even bears. Some species don’t, like the polar bears. I am not a crow, I am a polar bear. I am not adapting well to global warming.

Despite living in Canada, where sadly I don’t live in an igloo, we’ve had a ridiculously hot spell to kick off Spring. Thankfully it’s over, for now. We had 2 days of over 28C (that’s 80F), in March! I was overheated from walking 20 minutes to school.

OK, that’s not entirely true. Most of the overheating came from digging my Summer clothes our from the basement because you can’t turn the air conditioning on in March for Heaven’s sake. Especially in Canada.

I hate the heat. HATE IT. Every Summer when the temperature rises I hit the basement in an overheated headached mess and lie on the cement floor and begin asking non-stop “Can we move to Newfoundland? Can we move to Newfoundland? Please, Labrador even.”

I’m not kidding, I even post it on Facebook, regularly. Friends love it.

I believe in biology, ecology, ichthyology, nearly all the reputable ologies. I know all about survival of the fittest. And I know that I am not going to survival the warming climate.

But it’s not all lost. I did have enough genetic sense to mate with a warm blooded heat loving creature. Hopefully my offspring will have inherited a love for hot weather and thrive.