DecoJuicer
07-06-2007, 09:53 PM
This is a very long story, but well worth reading to the end.
Ok, so a couple of weeks ago, I decided to finally get off my ass and fix the sprinkler system(My lawn was a lovely shade of tan). So I sweat in a couple of pieces of copper on the outside of the house and throw the switch. At that point, water began pouring from the ceiling of my laundry room and den. I shut off the valve, and watch as gallons of water comes leaking through my drywall.
In an effort to save the ceiling, I pull out my pocket knife and start poking holes in the sheetrock. It's at this point that a large section of the ceiling comes crumbling down on me. I see that the back side of the sheetrock is moldy, and the insulation is as well. So I yell for my wife and ask her what color she wants these 2 rooms painted. Then I start pulling down all of the affected areas.
There was an area that was about 8x8 that was all bad, and I stripped it down to the studs and sprayed everything with bleach and water.
While I was waiting for payday so that I could buy the stuff that I needed to fix the rooms, I started looking at what else was up there that might need to be fixed. Of course there was the pipe that caused all of the problems, then there was an old furnace vent that went to the roof(It looked like it had been leaking for quite some time), there was also a light fixture that my wife hated and some other miscellaneous electrical issues.
Then my wife says, "You know, since we're painting the laundry room and den, why don't we pull the panelling and wallpaper off of the walls in the kitchen and paint that too. Oh, by the way, I really don't like these cabinets here. If we take them out, it will really open this area up." Now guys, when your wife starts saying things like that, you all know that the best thing to do is to say "Yes dear" and go find your tool belt(or checkbook). By the way, these cabinets were built by my grandfather, and have beautiful stained glass doors. The cabinets are horrible, but I love the doors. So out comes the recip saw and down goes the cabinets.
So payday comes and I go buy the stuff I need. Then I get really busy and don't have a chance to get to it for another week. This morning I got up bright and early and start on my projects. The pipe got fixed last week because I had the stuff to do it sitting in the garage. The first thing that I do is pull out the old vent. I patch the roof and put some new shingles up. Then I do some rewiring of the electrical stuff and put up a new junction box for the new light fixture. Next comes the insulation and finally the drywall.
As I'm putting up the last piece of drywall, I'm having a little problem fitting it around a halfwall that seperates the 2 rooms. My wife is standing by watching and says, "You know, if we knocked half that wall down, it would really open this area up." I didn't need to say another word. I grabbed the sawzall and cut half of the wall back.
So after everything, my wife says to me, "You know, you've done a really good job fixing this stuff up. Maybe it's time that you start turning the sunroom into your bar." She has approved a bar built to my specification, a 3 tap kegerator with a insulated tower to fit under the bar, a new floor in the sunroom, several different styles of barware that she promises to acid etch for me, and best of all, I have free reign in decorating it!!! I'm thinking dark, rich wood, brass railings, animal heads on the walls, and pictures of old English fox hunts.
I'm so stoked!!! You're all invited to the Grand Opening of The Hounds Den...whenever that may be.
Ok, so a couple of weeks ago, I decided to finally get off my ass and fix the sprinkler system(My lawn was a lovely shade of tan). So I sweat in a couple of pieces of copper on the outside of the house and throw the switch. At that point, water began pouring from the ceiling of my laundry room and den. I shut off the valve, and watch as gallons of water comes leaking through my drywall.
In an effort to save the ceiling, I pull out my pocket knife and start poking holes in the sheetrock. It's at this point that a large section of the ceiling comes crumbling down on me. I see that the back side of the sheetrock is moldy, and the insulation is as well. So I yell for my wife and ask her what color she wants these 2 rooms painted. Then I start pulling down all of the affected areas.
There was an area that was about 8x8 that was all bad, and I stripped it down to the studs and sprayed everything with bleach and water.
While I was waiting for payday so that I could buy the stuff that I needed to fix the rooms, I started looking at what else was up there that might need to be fixed. Of course there was the pipe that caused all of the problems, then there was an old furnace vent that went to the roof(It looked like it had been leaking for quite some time), there was also a light fixture that my wife hated and some other miscellaneous electrical issues.
Then my wife says, "You know, since we're painting the laundry room and den, why don't we pull the panelling and wallpaper off of the walls in the kitchen and paint that too. Oh, by the way, I really don't like these cabinets here. If we take them out, it will really open this area up." Now guys, when your wife starts saying things like that, you all know that the best thing to do is to say "Yes dear" and go find your tool belt(or checkbook). By the way, these cabinets were built by my grandfather, and have beautiful stained glass doors. The cabinets are horrible, but I love the doors. So out comes the recip saw and down goes the cabinets.
So payday comes and I go buy the stuff I need. Then I get really busy and don't have a chance to get to it for another week. This morning I got up bright and early and start on my projects. The pipe got fixed last week because I had the stuff to do it sitting in the garage. The first thing that I do is pull out the old vent. I patch the roof and put some new shingles up. Then I do some rewiring of the electrical stuff and put up a new junction box for the new light fixture. Next comes the insulation and finally the drywall.
As I'm putting up the last piece of drywall, I'm having a little problem fitting it around a halfwall that seperates the 2 rooms. My wife is standing by watching and says, "You know, if we knocked half that wall down, it would really open this area up." I didn't need to say another word. I grabbed the sawzall and cut half of the wall back.
So after everything, my wife says to me, "You know, you've done a really good job fixing this stuff up. Maybe it's time that you start turning the sunroom into your bar." She has approved a bar built to my specification, a 3 tap kegerator with a insulated tower to fit under the bar, a new floor in the sunroom, several different styles of barware that she promises to acid etch for me, and best of all, I have free reign in decorating it!!! I'm thinking dark, rich wood, brass railings, animal heads on the walls, and pictures of old English fox hunts.
I'm so stoked!!! You're all invited to the Grand Opening of The Hounds Den...whenever that may be.