Day 2 - Things Start to Look Different

Day 2 at the house involved a ton of work on the cabinets. Carla put a coat of paint on the bathroom walls. The carpet removal team started their work.



I don't remember the actual name of this color, so we will call it green.



I respect Carla and her painting ability, but I will always think that she is a coward because she didn't use the family heirloom (she used that fancy yellow stool) to do her painting, but I will get into the family heirloom in more detail at a later date.



Jesse and Roger ripping out the hideous green carpet that was in the office. The wood floor underneath this carpet was a little rough, but nothing too bad.



Jesse working on carpet removal.



Jason, Jesse and Roger starting the carpet removal in the living room/dining room.


I spent a good chunk of this Thursday night in the basement sanding kitchen cabinet doors so that they could be primed and then painted. Maybe some of you don't know about sanding, but when you get into the "zone" you can't stop. You can't be disturbed.

On about cabinet door #25, I hit the sweet sanding zone. It was at this time that Alexis came down to the basement and told me that I was needed upstairs.

I politely explained that I was in the zone and I was to be left alone.

She went back upstairs. I returned to the sweet bliss of the zone.

3 or 4 minutes went by and she returned.

"They really need you upstairs. Robowood says he needs you."

"I don't know anything about Robowood. Tell them I am in the zone."

Alexis left and I returned to the sweet bliss of the sanding zone.

5 minutes later Alexis returned.

"They say they really need you upstairs."

"Did you explain the zone to them?"

"I told them, they say it is an emergency!"

"Of course, they don't know anything about the zone, tell them I will be up in a moment."

I finished the rest of the doors and went upstairs to find the first real major hiccup of the new homestead.

Those who know me at all or at least pretend to know me know this one thing, I am a big fan of wood floors. One of the big selling points of this house for me was the wood floors that had been tragically hidden by ugly carpet.

My carpet removal team (consisting of Jason, Robowood and Uncle Roger) had ripped into their job with a great amount of zeal. Perhaps too much zeal.

They had ripped up and cut the carpet in the dining room without looking at the wood underneath. This turned out to be a problem because the wood floor underneath the dining/living room turns out to not be finished.

Turns out I have a summer project I wasn't counting on.

The carpet removal team turned into the carpet taping back together team.



Putting the carpet back together under the watchful eye of Mom.


It was a pretty good day's work.

More Day 1 Fun

I have not touched any of my cameras since I left the resort in Arizona. Luckily for me Carla and Alexis did a fair amount of documentary photography on the work that was done on the house.

Day 1 consisted mostly of swapping out light fixtures and starting the nightmare that was to become the kitchen project. A project that is almost done.

I hated the kitchen cabinets that were in the kitchen. They had this ugly antiqued finish on them and I wanted a clean white finish. So the plan was to paint all the kitchen cabinets white. Change the hardware to a "chrome" finish. Replace the existing appliances with stainless steel appliances and paint the walls Cranberry Punch.

It sounded simple enough, but the kitchen turned out to be more work than I was expecting. I would not be exaggerating if I told you that I'm guessing that over 300 man hours have been spent on that kitchen.

It all started on Day 1 when we took the kitchen cabinet doors off and began knocking the trim pieces off of them.



Jason working on the new light for the office. This light blast out illumination at the equivalent of 200 watts of incandescent power. Only it isn't incandescent. It is two ballasted fluorescent bulbs. It is so bright in the office you practically need shades to work in there and I dig it!



Jason and Alexis working on the master bedroom ceiling fan. The master bedroom ceiling fan is a Hunter. It doesn't include a remote.



Jason and Alexis working on the master bedroom ceiling fan.



The bathroom before the upgrades.



The bathtub, before the shower.



Becky cleaning up a mess underneath the entry way register.



Carla tinkering around in the kitchen. The drawers that she is playing with were eliminated to make room for a dishwasher.



The only definition of Hell that ever made sense to me has been "separation from God". A close second might be removing the stupid nails in these kitchen cabinet doors. Although Teresa seems to be enjoying it.



Jason knocking the trim of the cabinet doors.



A look at the kitchen before the work began.

A fair amount was accomplished on Day 1.

The Adventure of Home Ownership Begins

On Wednesday, February 25, 2009, I officially became a homeowner.

I arrived at the office of my Mortgage Broker and signed papers with a lawyer for about 30 minutes. I fully intended to count how many times I signed my name and put my initials on the bottom of other papers, but after about 5 minutes I truly lost count.

After all the papers were signed, the lawyer and Tracy (the mortgage broker) congratulated me.

I remembered perhaps the strangest congratulation that I received during this process. It came from Sara and for some reason I said what she had told me.

"When I told my friend Sara that I was buying a house she told me, 'Congratulations! You've never been closer to foreclosure in your life!'"

Although Sara is frequently witty and often funny and almost always amusing, this joke didn't go over so well in a room with a mortgage broker, a real estate lawyer and a real estate agent.

Lori gave me the keys to the house and she took a picture with my phone.





I went to pack up some of my purchases of the previous month and took them over to what was now my house with the cute backyard.

Arizona Trip Bonus Images

Here are a few bonus images from the Arizona trip from Jesse.

Arizona Day 8

Day 7 in Arizona consisted of my getting up early in the morning to wander around the premises of the resort one last time.

The highlight of this walk was checking out a statue that had been erected by the tribe that owned the casino to tribute an incident where the government tried to seize their slot machines.

For some reason, this spawned the phrase: "Leadership through sovereignty." I am baffled by this phrase.



Ashtray outside the casino.









Tribute Statue























After this walk, we boarded a shuttle, boarded a plane and came back home.

Arizona Day 7

Day 7 in Arizona was the final day of work.

I spent most of the morning talking to a Native American Flute Artist by the name of Travis Terry. He both made and played flutes.

I asked him how he learned to make flutes, expecting a story about his grandpa on the reservation.

The answer came back: "Long Beach High Shop Class."

A little disappointing, but at least he was honest.

I bought one of his CDs and he gave me a friend's discount. He was an interesting guy.

He is coming to Iowa to play this summer, I might have to go check him out.

After "working", I spent the majority of the day sitting by the pool reading Six-Word Memoirs. It is a fascinating book that Shannon lent me where people try to sum up their life in six words.

After a couple hours and an extensive phone call back home, Jesse's family arrived at the resort.

We spent about an hour swimming with Jesse's nephew and then loaded up in their car and headed to the nearest town looking for edible food.

We parked right next to the World's 2nd Largest Fountain. It was a thing of beauty. I almost wish I would have brought my camera into town so I had a picture of it to share.

We ate at a restaurant that was half Italian and half Mexican and 100% slow. We sat on the Italian side of the restaurant and waited over an hour for our food. On the positive side, the food was good when it came and I made the waitress's day when I ordered some Mexican Apple Soda.

I don't think that anybody has been that impressed with me since the flight attendant on our first flight out to Arizona.

After our food, we returned to the room for an exciting night of watching Man vs. Food.

We were flying back to Iowa in the morning.

Arizona Day 6

Day 6 in Arizona was more work. At the conclusion of the work day, we were bused out into the "middle of the desert" for a "western roundup" party.

If you could get away from the cheeseball band that was lip syncing and playing to backing tracks, it was a pretty good time.

This was a costume party and I had made a deal with Jesse that if he paid for a costume, I would wear it. Well as it turns out, the costume did not fit, unless I desired to become a eunuch.

I do not desire to be a eunuch. Fortunately, no pictures of me in this costume currently exist.

Jesse's bull costume, did fit and it was a smashing success.


















Jesse bull riding.



Jim



Eric



Frank



Jennifer


After the party, there was only a half day's worth of work left.

Arizona Day 5

At the end of Day 4 Jesse and I checked into the resort and begun the business of working.

On Day 5 I put away my camera and did not do much of interest besides work.

The resort we were staying at was on an Indian Reservation. The only attraction on the resort was there casino. Almost every restaurant on the resort was inside the casino. The casino smelled like an ashtray.

After working for the day, we determined that we were not going to eat in the ashtray. We hopped on a shuttle and rode the 5 miles to the nearest town to eat at an A&W/KFC combo restaurant.

It was worth the trip because we met a customer service superstar working there. We also drove by the world's 2nd largest fountain. I did not take a picture of this fountain.

Arizona Day 4

Jesse and I woke up in Coolidge, Arizona and made our way to a local diner for breakfast. This place was certainly McCain Country.

We sat at the breakfast counter and listened to a couple locals complain about the governor for "being nice" to Obama. They agreed that the governor was not going to be re-elected and what made her near criminal offense even more difficult to fathom - "And she's even a Republican!"

As I sat down at the breakfast counter I noticed that staring back at us was an NRA poster. Next to the NRA poster was a poster of John Wayne in front of an American flag with the line:

"Tell me again, why the hell do I have to dial "1" for English."

Although I wasn't going to order a side dish of prejudice with a sprinkling of racism with my breakfast, I got it any way.

Next to the poster of John Wayne was a poster for a fundraiser that was related to Easter. The fundraiser was a raffle. The winner of the raffle won a Glock 9mm.

I guess that makes sense, if you recall John 23:

"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee: The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again, packing heat, perhaps a Glock 9mm."

There was also some terrible artwork for sale in this joint.



I don't know what is more confusing. The lighthouse, the clock or the reference to the comic stylings of Larry the Cable Guy.



Tag's Cafe



Tag's Cafe



Tag's Cafe



The owners of this establishment did not like me taking pictures of their building.



It is probably for the best that this game has been lost to the ages. It would be just one more game that I would dominate.



Did you get a picture of a cactus?



Did you get a black and white picture of a cactus? Okay, nobody asked that question.



Cliche picture of a guy next to a tall cactus.



Hohokam ruins.



Jesse getting his learn on.



The Big House, not the one in Ann Arbor.



More mud ruins.



More ruins.



Jesse all tuckered out from a big day of looking at Hohokam ruins.


It should be noted that despite having a culture that runs contrary to my value system, Tag's Cafe was easily the best meal I had my entire time in Arizona. Sorry Del Taco.

Arizona Day 3 - Part B

After we Del Taco, we returned to the park with the small mountain.



A hole in the roof of the mini-mountain.



Eric looking down on all that he rules after he ascended the peak of the mini-mountain.



More Eric.



The view from the mini-mountain.



Lowell and Jesse



Mini-mountain



Lowell, Eric and Jesse



Eric descending the mini-mountain.



Another view.



Eric on the mini-mountaintop.



The not so rugged group photo by a parking lot.



Look, we could be out in the middle of the wilderness!



Yet another view.



Air Force One



The tomb of some guy who was such a big jerk, he wouldn't let anybody else be governor of Arizona.

That evening we dropped Eric and Lowell back off at the resort and made the arduous journey out to Coolidge, Arizona. McCain Country.

Arizona Day 3 - Part A

Some pictures from Day 3 in Arizona.



Peavy and Young



The guy that I hope wins the #5 Starter Spot



The new closer.



Some Mariner



Some Mariner



Spring Training Home of the Cubs



More Hohokam



Image from the Road



I'd never eaten at a Del Taco. I endorse it and its slogan of going "Bold or Going Home".



Prior



This guy kicks us out of Hohokam.



Lowell and Jesse with their purchases.



A dead cactus.


Jesse and I spent the morning watching the Padres and Mariners practice. Then we picked up Lowell and Eric at the resort and went to the Cubs practice field. Plus we ate at a Del Taco. Then when went to the "mountain" that Jesse and I had visited on the previous day.

Arizona Day 2

More than a bit behind. Some pictures from Day 2 in Arizona.












































The day mostly consisted of bumming around with Jesse's family.

We saw a few random Cubs.

We had dinner with Colleen and Kirk.

Arizona Day 1

As I sit here in Josh and Summer's house waiting for Jesse to wake up, I might as well post a few pictures from yesterday.



Jesse waiting for the flight to leave from Des Moines



Denver



Jesse in Denver



Me in Denver



Jesse on the people mover



Organ Stop Pizza



The organist



The Dancing Cats





There were a few good times to be had on Sunday. My head didn't hurt nearly as bad as I feared it would after the two flights.

We had supper with Jesse's family at Organ Stop Pizza. It is a pretty impressive place. They have built a giant organ their with a bunch other percussion instruments also controlled by the organ.

The organist played a lot of old standards and a medley from Phantom of the Opera. Not too bad at all.