A Day, A Week, Hemant, A Year

As many of you know, Travis and I share the same birthday - April 13. We generally don’t do anything to celebrate this historic date, but this year we decided to round up a group of friends and go out for a nice evening filled with food and spirits. The plan was to go to the Freehouse, but I had trouble booking a table for 20 since they already had a couple of large groups reserved. The Barking Fish was our contingency plan, and I was eager to go since I had not yet been there.

Dinner was great, and the atmosphere was exactly what we were looking for. We spent the majority of the evening at the lounge, and due to a majority ruling, we ended up at Whiskey Jacks - a place I am not a fan of. Being good sports, we followed the crowd to the bar, but could only take it for a few minutes before Michelle and I decided to call it a night. The evening was great and I’d like to thank everyone who came out to celebrate my birthday. You can check out some photos from the night by following the links below.

• Thumbnails on Flickr
• Slideshow on Flickr
• Thumbnails on Picasa
• Slideshow on Flickr

The basement in the house was finished, but Michelle didn’t like the colour, nor the batons that were running every four feet. The plan was to remove the batons, re-mud, sand, and paint. Luckily Michelle’s uncle Ray was willing to help us with this. Seemed like a pretty easy job until Ray came by to do the assessment. As it turned out, the lower level of the wall (the house is a bi-level) actually had paneling nailed over the drywall, and that’s why the batons were there - to hide the seams. So our fairly simple job turned out to be ripping off the paneling, re-mudding all the drywall, sanding, and painting. Uncle Ray got to work right away, and I got out of the way.

For the next couple weeks, Uncle Ray and Michelle’s dad David were in and out of the house doing their thing. I wasn’t of much use until the sanding stage where I actually did some work. It wasn’t the most exciting work I’ve done, but since it was improving our house there was actually some satisfaction.

Once the sanding was complete Michelle and I started on the painting. The lower wall was going to be a dark brown and the upper wall a light blue. We started with the priming and quickly revealed further wall imperfections. Uncle Ray had warned me that further mudding and sanding would be required after priming so he had filled me in on mudding techniques. I managed to re-mud, sand, and re-prime the problem areas, leading us to the painting stage.

The blue went on quite nicely and only required two coats, but the brown was much more problematic and required three. While I was on the home-stretch of applying the brown, I tried to touch up one of the walls that had semi-dried. Big mistake. This rookie error required me to redo the entire wall. This however did not affect my spirit.

When all was said and done, the painting ended up taking a week. I hadn’t painted in a long time, but I did remember really hating it. I can safely say that I still hate painting. I hear so many people say how easy it is, but I honestly don’t think so. It is so difficult to get everything looking nice and even. Ours ended up being decent, but far from perfect. It definitely could have used a pro’s touch.

Michelle and I then stayed up until nearly 3 am setting up the room. It was good to get the TV finally connected. I was really starting to miss my Raptors, and watching movies. We have only set up one half of this room, mainly because we don’t have the furniture for the second half yet, but it is now completely functional as a TV room. I sure love not being in a condo, and in a house where I can watch movies very LOUDLY.

We still have some plans for the basement which includes replacing the carpet with the new carpet from upstairs when we put in the hardwood, and adding a bar and “lounge” type area. I’m really looking forward to getting everything completed. I really want to thank Michelle’s uncle and dad for working so hard to get our basement how we wanted it. And it’s great to know that Michelle and I got through our first home reno without killing each other.

You can see more photos of the house (and the renos) by following the links below.

• Thumbnails on Filckr
• Slideshow on Flickr
• Thumbnails on Picasa
• Slideshow on Picasa

Michelle and I were at Persephone Theatre tonight seeing At the End of Her Rope, and we couldn’t help but listen to the coversation of the people behind us.

Kid’s Aunt: Pretty soon they’re going to be able to medically create earthquakes.
Kid’s Mother: You should never try to play God.

I fear the day of medically induced earthquakes. Just another scientific discovery that will be used for destruction.

Just over a month ago I posted about my dire housing situation. My landlord had sold the condo I was living in and I needed to be out by the end of March. Well I thought I would give a quick update on that whole situation. Two days after finding out about my place, Michelle and I looked at a house in Erindale in Saskatoon (actually about a five minute walk from Curtis’ new condo - yeah, the imaginary one). A day after that we made an offer on that house and it was accepted. Michelle wasn’t even in Saskatoon at the time - she was out winter camping (yeah, winter camping) with her school so I was sending text messages to her with updates such as:

• We’re putting in an offer on that house we looked at.
• They rejected our offer. We countered, and they accepted.

I believe the response I got was something like:

• OMG

We got all of our financing in order the following week, got Michelle’s condo on the market, and that was that. Her condo sold in no time and our possession date was set for March 18th. So in less than a week I went from being fairly content in my rental condo to being a proud new homeowner. Here’s a picture of Michelle entering our house for the first time. As you can see, she was very excited.

We hired movers for March 28th as to give us enough time to pack. As usual, packing sucked, but it did give us a chance to toss out some of our stuff. I managed to go through my clothing and fill five giant garbage bags to donate to Community Living. I also was able to get all of my recycling sorted out, and man, do I have a lot! I’m gonna be a millionaire when I take that stuff in for refund. Well maybe not a millionaire, but I’d be surprised if I can’t pay off our mortgage.

The movers did an awesome job and nothing got damaged. I cannot stress how well worth it is to hire pros. If you got a move coming up I highly suggest you go this route - it’ll be worth every penny. Unpacking started immediately and went on for days. The kitchen proved to be the real dilemma due to limited cupboard space, and our ridiculous amount of kitchen stuff. We had to go and buy a pantry to ease some of the pain.

I was able to put up with the mess for a couple days, but I finally hit my threshold and went on an unpacking rampage. Everything is more-or-less in order now except for the basement where Michelle’s dad and uncle are fixing some drywall. They are scheduled to finish up in the next couple days so Michelle and I plan to paint down there this weekend, and look forward to finally getting everything organized. Thankfully my brain is able to dimiss the chaotic state of the basement because it is in a “renovation” state. We also plan on installing hardwood on the main level in the very short term, but once that is all done, we’re good to go. None of this work was actually needed, but it was something both of us wanted to do.

So somehow Michelle and I have become one of those couples that have home projects on the go. I’m not sure how that happened, and I’m equally unsure how much I am actually going to be involved in these projects beyond the planning stage. My renovation skills are limited and I’d prefer to have things done properly. Why just the other day I screwed up the installation of a toilet paper holder (it actually wasn’t my fault - the wall was being childish). Luckily Michelle’s dad was there to save the day. I redeemed myself by installing the towel holder without incident.

I haven’t taken many photos of the house yet so stay tuned for those in the upcoming days. And let me take this moment to officially invite you over for a visit. Now that things are less chaotic here I’ll be a much better host.

I was going through the pictures on one of my cameras and I came across this doozy. Jeffrey and Devin introduced us to the “Man Pizza” a little over a year ago and it has become somewhat of a Sunday tradition. Curtis and I made some recently and this particular one turned out incredibly well so we just had to take a picture. Plus we thought it would be a great way to show Jeff what he was missing while in Montreal. He truly does love the “Man Pizza”.

You may be wondering why it is called the “Man Pizza”. I can’t even guess how much this thing weighs, but it’s heavy. The dough is homemade (I bought a fancy new breadmaker just for this), has two cans of pizza sauce, nearly a pound of pepperoni, loads of mushrooms, and a ton of cheese. But the real kicker is the habanero Tabasco Sauce that is added to the pizza sauce. This stuff is HOT, but it tastes delicious. Devin added so much once that he was genuinely scared that people were going to get hurt. He was so concerned that he couldn’t even eat his pizza.

Since friends who cannot handle the “Man Pizza” have started to join us during our pizza nights , we have created “Little Boy Pizzas”. They too are delicious (you can actually see one in the background of the pic), and lets us experiment with different recipes, but they will never compare to the “Man Pizza”. And they don’t have quite the same effect the next morning.