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July 28, 2010

Finding the Perfect House Part III: Part 2: Fixing the Perfect House


Transformation: COMPLETE!

While I’m not exactly known for being manly, I am quick to start home improvement projects and repairs. Ask my fiancee; the first thing I did was start ripping out the carpet that hadn’t been changed since the late 60’s the second we moved in. It was a good 2 inch thick with various unknown fungi potentially living inside of it. Like many other older homes, (it was built in the 1940s), there is hardwood floor under all that carpet. Yet as I looked over the floors, I knew they would have to be sanded. Here’s a little bit of advice about sanding your own hardwood floors:

Don’t do it.

We spent about $200 and wasted a good week. Oh sure we made progress, but the whole process is long and tedious the point where you don’t see any change for a few hours. Then again, the contractor we later hired only spent a day sanding and it looked pretty much the same before he started staining.

But before we even go there, here’s a slide show of the before photos after the jump!

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April 19, 2010

Finding the Perfect House Part 2: The House on Silent Hill


In honor of Tax Day, since the lady and I just received our promised First Time Homeowner Tax Credit, I will share with you some of the horrors of the time I spent before I ended up in the house I am in currently.

And like all good trilogies, I’m going to start in the middle.

Since my mother had found renters who would actually pay the rent at the house I had been living in, I was booted. My sister was also starting college and she wanted to live less than an hour away from it. To kill two college kids with one house, my  soon-to-be-ex-stepfather-guy started looking around to find a place to throw us into. He also wanted to try the whole “owning property to make extra money by charging rent” thing.

After an entire summer of looking (and getting outbid), we found what is now referred to as The House on Silent Hill. While we should have realized what we were getting ourselves into, the college semester was starting and we had grown tired of rejection. My soon-to-be-ex-stepfather-guy snatched up the house and we quickly moved in. By quickly, I mean of course overnight and without much thought.

The outside of the house appeared like something straight out of a Tim Burton fairy tale. The outside was painted a candy apple red and resembled a gingerbread house.  It’s long front yard was full of weeds and was surrounded by trees. In the center of the yard were two long dead trees, with only the twelve-foot-high trunks remained standing like some ancient pagan site. The whole lot seemed to stand out from the normal neighborhood that surrounded it.

But inside is where things got weird.

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