First, let me address this whole disaster rumor that seems to be going around.
You all just got trashy reality tv’d. In a survival show, they’ll show a Fer-de-Lance striking at a dummy camera with one of the contestants screaming the name of the other one in the background. Then when they come back from break it turns out they saw the snake like 30 yards away and it was all NBD. On the Real Housewives of Wilmington, Taegan would make kind of a prissy face as the camera muted what she said, while they cut to Maryissa obviously gasping at what we presume Taegan said, then they would come back from commercial and it would still be all NBD anyway. That’s kind of what this is. Except triple.
Well here it is. We’re blowing out the wall between the kitchen and dining room, and, like literally every time they knock out a wall in any HGTV show, it turned out to be load bearing. We’ve got a pretty easy solution, basically we’re going to put in an LVL beam spanning the wall that exists already, which is going to jut out of the ceiling by about 12″. The beam is going to be rated to carry about twice the load of the actual ceiling, so I’ll still be able to stockpile lead cannon shot in rooms above without caving in the second story. Totes NBD! Drama is overrated I guess, unless you all like drama. Because then I’ll be SO MUCH MORE DRAMATIC!
Back to the regularly scheduled update.
Today, was a shower beer kind of day. After all that we got accomplished, there was no better feeling than a cool, refreshing beer while scalding hot water rinsed shards of broken shower tile out of my hair (I’m so so sorry for the incredibly terrible visual image you probably just got #notsorry). Lauren and I both worked mornings today, getting to the house in the afternoon. While we were at work, a lot of the things happened!
Our contractor Roger stopped by to check on progress, pointed out some potential down-range issues that were about to come up, we came to some decisions, and we were like, super chill about having to make all those minor changes to the overall plan.
Also, the contractors installed my absolute favorite part of the house, our new front door (actually being serious about this). I can’t remember what Roger originally budgeted for the new door, but, we did some research and found one we really loved, then we laughed at his number and how much more the one we liked cost, tore up the existing estimate, came to terms that we just went way way over the door budget (I can’t believe I just used the phrase door budget), cried, then came to a steely resolve and cut other things to make room for our totally incredible door. I’m including a picture, but it’s intentionally bad because I want to save that surprise for later.
One of the contractors walking through our incredible new front door.
While that was going on, my father-in-law was working on the custom cuts of tile to finish up the backsplash. It’s a lot of math, skill and patience, none of which I was capable of at that time. But, it’s done! And it looks great! Now it’s just up to Lauren to grout.
Speaking of Lauren, she drew short straw and had the opportunity to get started priming doors. She finished 3.5/18. Priming doors is a long arduous process.
Speaking of not-Lauren, I drew a shorter straw. I think I mentioned somewhere below, we took on a lot of demolition responsibilities so that our contractor could focus on installing new things and we could save some money. Well, we got to that point where tile needed to start getting demolished. Tile doesn’t demolish itself ya’know, because it’s a jerk. THANKS FOR NOTHING TILE.
Armed with a box of respirator masks, safety glasses, ear muffs, a brand new pair of Mechanix leather gloves, some angry tunes and a Bosch Hammer Drill, it was go time. With the closed door keeping the dust floating in the air, and the temperature rising, it was pretty similar to when I would clean industrial boilers in college (way way roomier and not nearly as hot though!). About 30 minutes in, I had sweat through my shirt, by the time I finished, my clothes were perma-soaked. It was super cool, after I finished taking out all of the shower tile and lugging it down the stairs in trashcans that weighed somewhere between 100-5800lbs, when the Jefe asked why I had made so much work for myself and hadn’t just taken a saw-z-all and made four cuts and pulled out the tile in one piece. I’m not sure he’d ever seen a guy my size cry before. He handled it like a champ. It was a character building experience.
Lauren creepily took this picture while I was mid-tile demo.
#exhaustedselfie
#onlyaquarterwaythere!
I hate tile. Tile sucks.
Lauren kept creeping on me.
ALL FINISHED! THANK THE LORD! but wait… there’s more….
After all of that, it turns out I’d completely forgotten about tearing out the floor tile. My fun had only just begun. I made a new mortal enemy. Diamond lathe. For anyone who isn’t a materials and building expert, diamond lathe, in theory, is a really convenient wire mesh that you lay between the floor and your mortar which keeps your materials in place and gives the mortar something to adhere to. In reality, diamond lathe is something the devil created for funsies to ruin the day of anyone doing renovations. To be honest, the first few times I heard the name, I thought it was called diamond laugh, as in, the contractor installing the diamond mesh was laughing at the thought of me trying and failing to easily remove it ever again. The real problem was that the wire mesh lathe was nailed to the ground, which kept the wrecking bar I was using from getting any leverage when trying to pick tile up. One bonus was that as my frustration and body temperature continuously rose, I could just grab a hammer and vent all my rage on the floor tile that was going to get removed anyway. It wasn’t as quick, theoretically, as the wrecking bar, but it was so much sweeter, I highly advise you try it if you have the chance.
DIE TILE…DIE!!!
After getting the last piece of diamond lathe un-nailed, the rest was cake, and it was a few minutes with a shop broom before I had a guest-bathroom ready to be rebuilt.
so much nicer.
At this point in the night, I relate strongly to Derek Zoolander.
We’re at 1115 words, but still one major update to go! Like I said, the contractors began removing the wall between our dining room and kitchen today. We got some neat pictures of the before, during and after, if you’re into that kind of thing (pictures).
Prepping it for removal.
WOOAAAAAHHHH WE’RE HALF WAY THERRREEEEEEEE
High drama, as seen on Lauren’s face, as Dad and the Jefe discuss whether or not additional beams are needed in the wall, or if the four 2×4’s nailed together on the right will do.
We (the people who actually know what they’re talking about (i.e.-not Lauren and I)) never came to an exact consensus on whether additional support is needed or not, so Roger the Contractor is going to come in tomorrow to render a final verdict. The suspense would be killing me if I wasn’t too tired to feel it.
We’re heading down to Beark Creek Lake this weekend, which means almost no cell-service, and no update until at least Sunday (see: Actually Monday). To make up for it, I have a few bonus pictures below.
My third mask of the guest bathroom. #totesgross
Our “soon to be installed guest bathroom” tub that I’ll be too big to fit in. Neat.