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All Things Good Is A Pittman Girl

(from October 2nd)

What a way to start off October, and to start off our ad campaigning for the new biz. With a busted axel, in the middle of nowhere at 11PM with two kids in the back of the van. Luckily the vagrant who lives behind Hahn's Dairy Farm kept us creepy company til our insurance could send us a tow truck and our guardian angel Ashley Pittman left her date to rescue us and save us a $400 taxi fare.

Peace indeed Ashley. And also with you.

We Need The Commercial Break

Pushing forward on the home renovation. On the schedule yesterday was tearing down the living room stairs and patching the hole in the floor. Seems simple enough for an afternoons work. Right?

I got about 5 minutes into the demolition when I found some suspect beams. The deeper I dug the worse it got, and to an amateur homeowner the likes of myself, that is a horrifying site. So I stepped away for a bit, made a few phone calls to the only carpenter I know, cried for an hour or so and then took myself back up the the staircase and started to tear away. Tore away flooring, the second story plate, the main beam of the wall and the first floor header, about 28 inches of it. I could've sworn the house would just fall down, but that just shows how much I have no idea about construction.

Around 8pm I had a nice hole in the wall that I could be proud of. Cutting a few replacements out in the dark and the snow is exactly what I wanted to be doing, rather than walking on my new floor upstairs like I planned. But I am proud of the precision cuts I made and how tightly it all came together. Only about an hour later I had the new wall in place.

It looks rough right now, but we have to replace the sheetrock and everything else will be covered by the new floor. So Yay! 24 hours later and we're right back where we started and spent $150 to get there. The hardest part was tearing out the nails. This thing was built back in a day where they used dinosaur nails. These things were no joke. Don't believe me?

So yeah. Moderate drama, valuable time spent, and a day lost. Laura tried to cheer me up by reminding me of all the home improvement shows on TV where they always come across the unknown. I reminded her that that is always the point in the show where they cut to a commercial break and when they come back the problem is miraculously solved. We need the commercial break. 

Kickin' It At The Stroud

Had to get new rear brakes on the Quest today. Where else can I go but the Stroud. Oh the glorious Stroud. The only one story mall in this hemisphere and no toy store to boot. The hand driers in the restroom sound like jet engines which is horrifying for a baby with no knickers on. The seating areas outside the dept. stores are always full of the elderly, the homeless or both. Even the massage chairs. The most popular restaurant is Orange Julius. The best store for women's apparel is Deb. There is a Bonton. It reminds me why I avoid this place eleven out of twelve months a year. Yuula seems to like it tho. Girls...