October 19, 2008
Tomorrow It Is
The truck is loaded with most of our boxes. Because of the way I packed, I’ll probably have to wear pajamas to go teach on Tuesday morning. It won’t even matter though, because tomorrow we move into our dream home.
Since it’s the middle of the week, we don’t have much in the way of help until the following weekend, so we’re going to move what we can, enough so that we can start sleeping there tomorrow night. Words can’t even describe how excited we are right now.
On Friday, Mr. BBM and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary. We went to a wonderful french restaurant where I had lobster cakes and a dark chocolate souffle for the first time in my life. I think I was even more excited about the chocolate than I am about my new non-pink countertops. After dinner, Mr. BBM and I drove by the house, the one we’ve been building in our minds for a good 10 years now, the one that tomorrow becomes a reality.
At 9:30 p.m., the painter was still inside doing the touch-up work and the cleaning crew was there as well. We walked into the first floor and took a brief look around before sneaking out before we startled them. Everything has come together so nicely.
Today, the painters were busy finishing up the exterior painting and assuring us they would be finished on time. We do our final walk-through at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning and we settle at noon.
October 16, 2008
Do They Not Sense the Urgency???
I just got back from stopping by the house. There are four days to go until settlement. No one is working at the house. The carpet is finished in the two downstairs rooms, but it’s not done on either of the staircases or in any of the bedrooms. They also need to seal up where the water line comes into the basement and do all the exterior painting (front door, side lights, side door, bilco door, window keystones, etc.), plus all the touch-up on the interior.
Also, remember the pee in the basement fiasco. Well, we roughed in for a bathroom in the basement and we have a rough-in for a kicker pump along with the toilet and bathtub rough-in. We feel fairly certain that someone decided to use the kicker pump hole as a pee pot. When I walked down in the basement today, there is definitely an "off" smell. We already made the builder rep aware of the situation and we told him we want it cleaned up (bleached and shop-vacuumed out). We could completely understand if they went in the sump pump hole. At least that drains into the ground. With no plans to put the actual kicker pump in anytime soon, well, let’s just say that pee is going to percolate. No thanks.
The appraiser is supposed to be able to walk through a completed house tomorrow afternoon, and with all of that stuff left to do and operation pee smell elimination, no one is there. No one.
I need to do some deep breathing.
Here are the latest pictures:
The kitchen sink and faucet. . .
The kitchen, completely finished (minus the refrigerator that comes after settlement).
The first room of finished carpet. Also, the girls. Big I with her "I can’t wait to move in" face and Lil C with her "getting my picture taken is painful" face.
The dining room. . .
And the exterior, minus the painted blue door and sidelights, etc.
October 15, 2008
Take the Fight to the Gym
My physical therapist says I need more time off from karate. My knee says so too. I just didn’t want to listen to it.
Almost a week after class, I still have pain, swelling and bruising. Imagine taking purple and blue markers and leaving little dots all around my largest incision scar area. That’s pretty much what I look like. I’m also super sensitive on the top of my tibia.
Along with warning me to listen to my knee and take a break, my PT encouraged me to get back to the gym. I went in search of a gym membership and I think I’m joining one tomorrow. Despite the fact that it feels sort of like a night club and less like a gym, I’m joining for the pool and because a dear friend of mine also belongs there. I won’t feel nearly as stupid, walking laps in the pool if I’m walking along with her.
I went in today for an initial tour. The sales guy was this beefcake of a dude who sized me up before saying, "So where have you been working out? Because you obviously work out." I laughed out loud. "Yeah, it’s called carrying around a three-year old." He then introduced me to a trainer who will set me up with a work out plan. He had surgery for a torn ACL and meniscus, so we instantly bonded and compared scars. His may be bigger, but mine is way uglier.
Then he started asking me questions about my height and weight. He guessed higher on my weight than what I actually am, but lower on my age by a good seven years so I forgave him. Then, he hands me the little machine which happens to be a body fat calculator. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with my body fat percentage so I cringed and told him if it was bad, I was tossing it in the pool before he got a look at it.
It came back at 21.6%. That is so not at all bad. So, as far as that goes, I’m inbetween the good and excellent. I have 1.6% to go to be completely in "excellent." I was expecting to be about 50% fat so I was elated.
Then I got the tour. He showed me the "trainer area" where there were a bunch of young ripped guys standing around looking bored. He showed me the equipment. While getting the tour, I took careful inventory and besides the trainer, there wasn’t anyone there that looked too intimidating. The pool was really sweet, and I imagine I’ll be spending most of my gym time there in the beginning. The low impact water aerobics and the weights that you can use while walking or swimming laps will definitely come in handy.
Unlike previous gyms I’ve toured which sound like headbanger concerts, today’s gym was playing Nelly and other hip hop and rap music. I asked the sales guy if the old people complain and he nodded that they do. Personally, I’m psyched about the music choices.
And, when I’m feeling up to it, there’s a work-out room with five heavy bags hanging in the room. I need to fight my way back to karate and the fight now goes to the gym.
October 14, 2008
Six Days to Go (Not a Post About My Knee)
I wrote this depressing post about how my physical therapist thinks my knee needs more time and that I need to take more of a break from karate. It’s full of depressing and discouraging junk.
This is so much better. . .
The countertops are finished. The faucet and lights are going in today. It took the electrician all day yesterday just to unwrap all the lights and get them ready for hanging.
Today they are finishing the exterior stone and stucco.
They’ve finished grading the yard. And they should be putting our stove and microwave in today too. The recessed lighting is going in. The jacuzzi tile went in today and is now finished. The bathroom and fireplace grout is now done.
The master bath lights are up and looking fabulous.
The carpet guys were also there putting the padding down and installing the tack strips. Six days to go.
I’m not talking about my knee today. Don’t try to make me.
October 11, 2008
Unexpected Surprise
We were told that the counter tops were going in on Tuesday or Wednesday. Today, when we arrived at the house, the counter top guys were there delivering two of the smaller pieces.
The rest are going in on MONDAY! The lights are also going in on Monday! AND the appliances are being delivered on Monday too. It is safe to say that there will be a lot of pictures posted on Monday. I can not WAIT!
Here is a picture of the hall bath with the mirrors installed. . .
And here is the powder room. . .
Today Mr. BBM and I spent hours standing in one aisle in Lowe’s. When all was said and done, we left with $2.70 worth of paper blinds. We are both just so tired of making decisions. Considering that, it’s nice to see that the decisions we’ve made thus far are turning out just fine.
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