Living room
Dining Room
Office
Office (Another View)
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Showing posts with label Habitat. Show all posts
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Plantation Blinds
Took me a little while to get these posted, but here they are. The new plantation blinds we had installed late last month. Custom fabricated, locally made, good wood.
Living room
Dining Room
Office
Office (Another View)
Living room
Dining Room
Office
Office (Another View)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Floors + Refinished + Good Wood
Last week we had our oak floors refinished, and the results were amazing. All the stains left virtually undetectable, they shine, baby... In this previous post or even this one, you can almost see how bad they really were.
Living Room
Dining Room
Stairs
Upstairs Hall
Main Bedroom
Second Bedroom
Walk-in Closet
Living Room
Dining Room
Stairs
Upstairs Hall
Main Bedroom
Second Bedroom
Walk-in Closet
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Truffle + The Arthritics
All I do is paint, man. Not canvas any more. Nope, ain't got no time for that shit. I gotta paint walls. Until I get cramps in my hand. Not little cramps. Big ones. The Arthritics. The cramps last for days. If I am not painting, they tend to feel better. But that doesn't happen, because all I do is paint, man.
What you doing tonight man? Oh, I'm painting. Really, you paint quite a lot? I paint so much that I can't possibly continue to drink during every session. I am, quite literally, pickling my liver. I remember the good old days, when that blue tape came out, it was party-fucking-time. Grab a pop, turn up the radio, because we're gonna paint! Waaaazooo!
What's the color today, man? Truffle, I say. Hot damn. What's that look like? It looks like melted chocolate ice cream. Not the fancy kind of chocolate ice cream. The kind that comes in kids cups with wooden spoons. Those spoons are the same god damned type of wood that they make the stirring sticks for paint from. No shit? No shit.
[Wisdom: don't ever pay for a stirring stick, and don't ever buy paint from a place who charges for stirring sticks.]
Why's it called truffle? So assholes like me will feel better about painting my walls with it. That way I can take family and friends on a tour of my house with a wine in my cramped hand and say, see this room here? That's truffle. That room? Philadelphia Cream... they wouldn't dare call that color by it's rightful name, Melted-cheese-steak-cheese. No fucking way. But that's what it looks like.
So what are you doing tonight man? Painting. Well, I am getting Vietnamese at Eden Center and then painting.
You couldn't handle it.
What you doing tonight man? Oh, I'm painting. Really, you paint quite a lot? I paint so much that I can't possibly continue to drink during every session. I am, quite literally, pickling my liver. I remember the good old days, when that blue tape came out, it was party-fucking-time. Grab a pop, turn up the radio, because we're gonna paint! Waaaazooo!
What's the color today, man? Truffle, I say. Hot damn. What's that look like? It looks like melted chocolate ice cream. Not the fancy kind of chocolate ice cream. The kind that comes in kids cups with wooden spoons. Those spoons are the same god damned type of wood that they make the stirring sticks for paint from. No shit? No shit.
[Wisdom: don't ever pay for a stirring stick, and don't ever buy paint from a place who charges for stirring sticks.]
Why's it called truffle? So assholes like me will feel better about painting my walls with it. That way I can take family and friends on a tour of my house with a wine in my cramped hand and say, see this room here? That's truffle. That room? Philadelphia Cream... they wouldn't dare call that color by it's rightful name, Melted-cheese-steak-cheese. No fucking way. But that's what it looks like.
So what are you doing tonight man? Painting. Well, I am getting Vietnamese at Eden Center and then painting.
You couldn't handle it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I need a saw
Well, I have to say that [luckily] the economic downturn/crisis/disaster hasn't really had much of a tangible effect on us, until now. And how it has is not in any catastrophic way — honestly, it isn't even that bad, really.
But what has happened, or technically has not, makes me incredibly angry. Angry at banks and predatory lending, angry at the belligerent securities and stock markets, and angry at the millions of people who weren't taking care of their keep and contributed to this unbelievable bust.
Let me say, we are fortunate. Of course, our retirement savings have taken a dive — a huge dive — but we were still able to buy a [heap of a] house and got a great interest rate to boot. Hell, we have good jobs, health insurance, and a wonderful dog. And my wife still loves me from what I can tell.
The following sounds terrible in light of the true hardship many families are facing, but here goes...
We can not get a loan from our banks. A small loan that would allow us get work done on the "investment heap" we bought last December. A heap, that has great potential. A heap, that in spite of all this craziness, has $80K in equity.
Work, that is necessary and value-boosting. Work that we got a remarkable price on from our contractor. Work that is not do-it-yourself-sweat-equity-I-am-capable-of-swinging-a-hammer-and-measuring-shit-before-I-cut work.
I shouldn't even call it work, I should call it home improvement. Hell, let's go with "Community Development". As it would boost the value of the houses around us as well.
Banks that just two months ago, happily approved us for a loan at $150K more than we ended up spending. These troglodyte institutions now say, "No dice, we are not lending." And mind you... we are asking for nowhere near this much — we are just asking to use a portion of our own equity. Our own money. We want to use our own money. We have golden credit, good income, and have a financial history many can only dream of. And, let me reiterate, we are not allowed to use our own money.
Blah, blah, blah. Bitch, bitch, bitch. It is out of our control, and the situation we are facing is not a result of our own lack of discipline. I understand the basic premise of this whole damn disaster, so I get why banks are not lending. It doesn't make me any happier about it, it makes me more indignant.
We were going to do our part in a small bit of economic stimulus. So, a sincere fuck you to every person and institution who didn't take care of their keep.
Now I need to go buy a saw.
But what has happened, or technically has not, makes me incredibly angry. Angry at banks and predatory lending, angry at the belligerent securities and stock markets, and angry at the millions of people who weren't taking care of their keep and contributed to this unbelievable bust.
Let me say, we are fortunate. Of course, our retirement savings have taken a dive — a huge dive — but we were still able to buy a [heap of a] house and got a great interest rate to boot. Hell, we have good jobs, health insurance, and a wonderful dog. And my wife still loves me from what I can tell.
The following sounds terrible in light of the true hardship many families are facing, but here goes...
We can not get a loan from our banks. A small loan that would allow us get work done on the "investment heap" we bought last December. A heap, that has great potential. A heap, that in spite of all this craziness, has $80K in equity.
Work, that is necessary and value-boosting. Work that we got a remarkable price on from our contractor. Work that is not do-it-yourself-sweat-equity-I-am-capable-of-swinging-a-hammer-and-measuring-shit-before-I-cut work.
I shouldn't even call it work, I should call it home improvement. Hell, let's go with "Community Development". As it would boost the value of the houses around us as well.
Banks that just two months ago, happily approved us for a loan at $150K more than we ended up spending. These troglodyte institutions now say, "No dice, we are not lending." And mind you... we are asking for nowhere near this much — we are just asking to use a portion of our own equity. Our own money. We want to use our own money. We have golden credit, good income, and have a financial history many can only dream of. And, let me reiterate, we are not allowed to use our own money.
Blah, blah, blah. Bitch, bitch, bitch. It is out of our control, and the situation we are facing is not a result of our own lack of discipline. I understand the basic premise of this whole damn disaster, so I get why banks are not lending. It doesn't make me any happier about it, it makes me more indignant.
We were going to do our part in a small bit of economic stimulus. So, a sincere fuck you to every person and institution who didn't take care of their keep.
Now I need to go buy a saw.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
House + Hunt
Well, this is becoming an opus. Though I guess it should be.
The house hunt has been fairly constant and with little reward. I hate to rely on the financial crisis, but damn, we need things to adjust round here. Half a million to live in a small home that has running water and a good roof? Really? Really. No, really. Good schools and appliances? Brother, please!
I know this is hitting many areas of the country hard, but not inside the beltway. Being firmly middle class is not enough here.
Blah Blah Blah. Don't believe me. Peep this listing. I bet the inside is sweet.
Reality.
The house hunt has been fairly constant and with little reward. I hate to rely on the financial crisis, but damn, we need things to adjust round here. Half a million to live in a small home that has running water and a good roof? Really? Really. No, really. Good schools and appliances? Brother, please!
I know this is hitting many areas of the country hard, but not inside the beltway. Being firmly middle class is not enough here.
Blah Blah Blah. Don't believe me. Peep this listing. I bet the inside is sweet.
Reality.
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