Showing posts with label twins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twins. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A post not about running, training, P90X, cross-training or any other super searchable words


So let me tell you how things work in my house.

My wife told me the tank on our toilet seemed to be sloping backwards.  I took a quick look at it and tell her it's because it's an old style toilet with only two bolts.  These things sit up straight because the rubber seal between the tank and the bowl has four little feet on them and after awhile they get squishy and it slopes forward or back.  "I just need to replace it," I say, "Only take fifteen minutes."



"We'll stop by Lowe's after church," she said while brushing her teeth.

We get into Lowe's and walk around to the plumbing supply area and I can't find the part I want.  I start describing it to the guy (there's always 'the guy' at Lowe's) and he says, "Yeah, that's an old toilet. We'd need to order that."

Debbie pipes up and says, "Let's just get a new toilet."

Fine.

So we cruise around two aisles and pick out a new one.  On sale!

"Hey," Debbie says, "We've talked about remodeling the bathroom anyways.  I hate that shower unit."

The Old Shower


"Sure," I chime in.  "We can tile the walls, get a nice tub and new fixtures. Let's see if we can find a tub that will match the toilet."

So we walk around the corner and immediately find a great one on sale because it's a display model and they were discontinuing the model.  There were only two left and we grabbed the left hand drain one and put it on one of those big ol' trolleys, leaving the toilet on it's own little one.  Fortunately, the designs of the two looked remarkably similar so we were really pleased with our luck.

From there we hit the flooring department to look for tile, and went to the piles of them they had on clearance.  There were several different kinds and I had figured we only needed about 60 tiles.  We narrowed it down based on color wanting to keep it fairly neutral in case we decide to sell or rent the place in the future.  The tiles we settled on were only 58 cents a piece which is just ridiculously cheap, so we decided we'd bump up the design a little bit with some sort of accents.

Normally in showers where I'm doing 12 x 12 tiles I'll go about 5 feet (tiles) then rotate the tiles at 45 degrees.  Makes a nice look.  In this case we also picked up some cool glass accents that I'll use to create a 3" divide between the first 5 tiles and the angled ones at the top.  It's going to be really nice.

So we haul everything home after miraculously getting it into the Equinox I'm driving right now.  Then from there I got it all upstairs.


We decided to just set it all in the guest room because it was going to take me a bit to get all this work done since I was only going to be able to work at nights and on weekends.

Notice how that one box of tiles is opened?  Bottom right of the picture there.  Well Debbie pulled some out and carried them downstairs.  I get down there and she's laying them out on the foyer floor.

"I really hate this old slate in here."

"Only because it's hideous," I reply, "So what are you thinking?"

"How much would it cost to tile the downstairs?"

"I figure we've got just under 790 square feet down here, so not even $500!  I'll call Lowe's and see if they've got enough of those tiles left."

They did and delivered them two days later.  41 boxes of 'em.

While waiting for the tiles to get there I made some attempts to get the slate up.  No dice.  They were installed into a bed of wet cement as opposed to be glued down to a slab.  The kitchen has tile that would pop right up, but then I'd have to level that floor with the foyer.  Same was true about the ugly laminate we have in the dining and living room areas. The laminate was glued down, so it wasn't going anywhere and was a nice flat surface. I checked the bottoms of doors and measured the dishwasher and decided I could just go right over the top of everything.  Not the best way to go about things, but sometimes the most cost-effective.

From there we talked about the layout and snapped some lines to follow to ensure the pattern matched up perfectly from the foyer and around the hall and kitchen.  Then I started removing doors and hauling stuff out of the kitchen, like the big hutch full of dishes, cookbooks and glassware.

Now our house looks like Oscar Madison's place.

 
Dishes on every flat surface
 
Tools on the table and floor
 
 
 

Everything shoved out of the way for the layout work
 
Doors and tile all over
 
Well, since I didn't have any of my tile saws up here I decided to get started doing all I could without cutting anything or putting myself in a tough spot to get a tile under a door jamb when I go to put those pieces in.  I've done that before and it's a big mess and pain in the butt because those pieces have to slide under the cuts I make in the jambs so I've got to leave room to slide the tiles.  And this way I could get that critical layout work done as well as get the dishwasher out of the way.
 
I got a long way prior to going to Manteo for the weekend and coming back with a saw which I needed to use to get things finished under the dishwasher.  Once that was wrapped up and put back together I got to get all the dirty dishes out of the sink and cleaned up at last.
 
So here's where I am right now:
 
Kitchen Floor
 
Foyer Floor
 
Connecting the two in the Dining Area
 

And here's where the toilet is that started it all:
 
... sigh.
 
"It'll take about fifteen minutes."


Saturday, November 24, 2012

Running with my babies

Although I have been running, I have been in a bit of a rut with it.  It just hasn't felt right for a while.  I have also been fairly lax on my other workouts.  I am doing them, but not like in the past.  My enthusiasm has waned a bit.  Maybe not enthusiasm.  Desire?  Energy?  Whatever it is, it is causing a waning in my activity.  I say I will do it later, then later comes and it just never happened.  Then, of course, Thanksgiving was looming and I just figured that it was a waste to get all fired up about rekindling the workout fire and then eat myself into a coma on the big day.  Friday came and I decided enough is enough.  We did our typical hill run yesterday and it was horrible!  I mean, it was great being with my friends, but the hill almost killed me.  I found that I needed a stroller for my stomach and a backpack for my ass.  I was running and people thought I was exercising with twins.  They came up to me and were all like, "oogie, goo goo.  Look at the babies.  Can we see the babies?"  Then they looked in the stroller and gagged at the sight of my stomach, and when they looked in the backpack they literally threw up.  It was kind of embarrassing.  After a few miles, I decided to call my stomach baby Lards.  I like that it sounds Nordic.  Since my last name is Nourse, people think that I am descended from the Norse people anyway.  My stomach is Lards Nourse.  I just called my ass baby, Asspack.  Because it was in a backpack and I can't think of anything better right now.  Asspack Nourse.  I was running up hills with my little family unit, Lards and Asspack Nourse and I felt like I was going to throw up.  Too much food and I decided that is enough.  It is amazing what a bad diet can do in a short amount of time.  In all seriousness, I have put on weight and I can feel the effect it has on my my speed and endurance.  I think it has to do with not having something specific to train for.  I usually do need something to train for.  A raison d 'etre if you will.  In French, raison d'etre means raison eater and that has nothing to do with running, but I hear those words and it makes me mad.  Makes me want to sign up for a race.  So, some friends talked me into doing a 20 mile trail race in February.  It is billed as 20 miles, but everyone says it is 21.  That is the thing about trail runs.  You can't trust them.  I have been on a 10 mile trail run that turned out to be 13 miles.  Something about satellites and clouds and leaf cover and the devil, but in my case I usually get lost as well.  Not near death lost, but a 1/2 mile or so mosey off the right path lost.  It is a weird feeling when it hits you that there is no one around and you have to turn and find the right path.  Sometimes the path is just marked with a small ribbon.  Other times, they hire a really apathetic squirrel to point you the right way.  Squirrels do not have a pointy finger.  'Nuff said.  A half mile mistake, turns into an extra mile on the trail.  To sum up the situation, I am signed up for a 20 plus mile trail race in late February.  Not far off from the marathon that I said I would not do for a long time.  I plan on doing a somewhat formal training plan for this event and starting in the near future.  In between, I want to lose the weight I have gained and run a pr in the New Years Eve day 5k I run every year.  This is doable.  I have to make sure it is.  This is the event.  www.njtrailseries.com  The Febapple  20 miler.  Maybe I can convince Ed to come up for that.

I'm going to have to end this now, because little Lards and Asspack are due for their feeding.