Tore up from the floor up
My house is in upheaval.
There is crap everywhere. Our dining room table, which is normally covered in a thick layer of dust, is now covered in books. Books on top of books on top of books. And every square inch of the foyer (or, that place just inside the door that is awkwardly positioned and completely useless and serves as a parking lot for shoes) is taken up with piles of computer equipment and office supplies and files and random junk.
This is because after having the materials for over 3.5 years, we are finally (FINALLY!) putting down laminate flooring to replace our nasty, ugly, dog hair magnetic carpet.
Last weekend Lancelot and I were at his temple—Harbor Freight Tools—and discovered they had the saws he’d need to complete the project, and they were on sale. Lancelot buys tools like I buy shoes, which is to say excessively and with abandon. We bought the saws, much to our budget’s chagrin, and Lancelot quickly got to work making a sawhorse table for his new acquisitions. While he did that, I excavated our office, purging the detritus of our failed restaurant and rummaging through my books to put some on Paperback Swap and generally shoveling all the crap into the dining room.
The carpet has been ripped out, the floors have been swept, and now the office is ready for a facelift. Lancelot was up at 7 this morning (his day off) gathering his tools and getting ready to be all manly and sweaty and useful. It is a glorious thing to behold. With any luck, the office will be done today and we can move on to the other rooms.
It is going to be a long, arduous process, lengthened by the fact that we have entirely too much shit and not enough time off. But it’s started, dammit! Someday—someday soon, even—we will have new floors. And there will be rejoicing.
(There will also be the clattering of four sets of doggy toenails on said flooring, which will no doubt serve to drive me deeper into insanity, but that’s ok. For now, I’m imagining the satisfying sussurus as I sweep the floors free of dog hair rather than deceiving myself into thinking the vacuum will pick up four dozen pounds of shedded hair without clogging, groaning, sputtering, and then coughing up the hair it was meant to consume.)
Side note: I just blogged about my floors. An all-time low, no doubt. Next week, if you’re lucky, I’ll blog about napping. Or competitive dozing. Or my toenail polish. Brace yourself.
Do you wear any interesting colors on your toes?
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Can we have pics of the complete office floor? I’m a very visual person
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zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. huh? what? i fell asleep.
seriously, i enjoyed hearing about the floor and i am excited that you are getting a new one.
over on http://coffee-dog.blogspot.com, Ms Coffeedog mentioned she might replace her toilet and i CANNOT wait to hear about it because i want to do the same thing at my house.
Boring is the new Black.
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I love remodeling. I hate spending the money doing it but it really gives us projects for the weekends.
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oh happy floor!
or at least soon to be happy floor. You’ll have to tell me how it goes…maybe that will convince me and the Bald One that the floor can be done quick.
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I’ve been a lurker on your blog for a while. I love your humor. I just couldn’t let this one go without a comment. We have hardwood floors and two dogs. One of which is a Siberian Husky which pretty much equals about three dogs all by himself when it comes to hair. The doggy toenails will soon fade into the background and you won’t even notice anymore. What you will notice is the urge, yes this slightly bordering on OCD need, to sweep and mop your floors every day. You will notice that, while infinitely easier to clean up, the hair will also fly around and collect in certain spots (like corners) as well as any doggy footprints being completely noticeable.
Overall, we prefer the hardwood because it’s much easier to keep clean I just wanted to warn you that the problem doesn’t go away it just changes outfits. I recommend Murphy’s Oil Soap.
And stock up on socks because that shit is cold.
Yay for laminate flooring! I love ours…although it’s hard to hide the dust bunnies on them so I’m forced to clean once in a while.
Living in a ripped up house sucks ass. Been there, done that– hoping to not do it again soon.
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I cannot even tell you how jealous I am! I would do anything to rip up these nasty carpets and put down hardwoods/laminate. That is the one great thing about Hubbie, since Pergo is a Swedish brand and has been over there forever he is an expert in installing those click-floors. I am going to put him to work and make him prove it once we are finally in our own digs. Make sure you post before and after photos!
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Finn: No, I don’t. Hence the boredom.
Tshirt: I’ll try!
Mary: I may need to go over there, too, because that’s definitely on our list.
Carrie: Yeah, the money part sucks.
Rae: If the Bald One has the materials, it’s not so bad (according to Lancelot — I have nothing to do with the process). He needs several kinds of saws, though. Email me and I’ll get you info.
Laura: Hi! A lurker! Welcome! Don’t lurk anymore, join in! I’ll stop shouting now.
Oh jeez, one of our dogs is part Husky, so I know what you mean. He is a shedding machine. Thanks for the tips!
Heidi: Oh yeah. Cleaning. Sigh.
Florida Girl: It is definitely problematic.
NATUI: Go for it, since you have the expert. I am sooooo looking forward to these nasty carpets being gone, gone, gone.
1. Congrats on getting rid of your carpet.
2. The dog nail thing? Yeah. That’ll be the last straw. I’ve nearly killed my dog for simply walking. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down the hall.
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New Floors! Oh happy day! I have one room with this horrible dark green shag carpet( it is wonderously hideous to behold), and no matter how much I vaccum (which isn’t much, I assure you), it still has this disconcerting sheen of cat hair. Oh to be able to rip it up.
Good luck with the project, there is nothing better than the sound of bare feet on wood floors. Reminds me of my childhood.
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Don’t feel bad. Last Saturday night when others are out partying and having a fabulously drunken time, I ripped out my carpet and started taking out tackboard. I feel your pain.
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