Sitting here and thinking about what I would write about, nothing came to my mind. I asked my fiancé, Victoria, who is sitting next to me, "What do I talk about all the time?" She instantly turned to me and said, "Working on the house." So here I am! Sit back in your chairs and get ready for a treat.
When I first bought this house four years ago all I could think about is how great of an investment it was going to be. I wouldn't be paying rent anymore and I would have a place that I could call my own! Well you never really think about all the crap you have to do to maintain a house after four years and the best part about working on your house is that it always seems to need something done at the worst moment in time.
This past week I've been working pretty late on a project at work and haven't been getting home till later in the evening. Monday evening I got home about nine at night and came in started getting ready for bed. Usually when I work this late I just want to take a shower and crawl into bed and read. Well, the house gods decided this would be too easy Monday. When I turned on the shower and started washing up, I noticed the water wasn't running down the drain. So I reached down and pulled the plunger up and down a couple of times to no avail. I turned off the water and started staring at the drain. After a few minutes of "willing" it to work again and poking it with my finger, I decided that I probably should go downstairs and check out the drain pipes. If anyone has ever done any plumbing, they know, it can literally be a shitty job. I pull apart the drain pipes and the most foul substance know to man comes falling out onto me...I felt like a shit monster just slapped me in the face. I try my best not to let any of it touch my mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can. I blindly grab a towel out of the dirty clothes pile and start cleaning myself up. After cleaning myself off and giving the bird to the pipes a few times, I finally put back together everything and go back up to continue my shower. I hate plumbing. After my shower I make my way into the kitchen and as I was getting the coffee ready for the morning, I saw an ant on the countertop. I can't stand the sight of ants in a kitchen. I spray down the back lining of the countertops and clean everything. Ants...
I have passed the house gods test tonight and deserve a nights rest.