I live there- in the ghetto. Ok, well far from it, but our house falls apart in some pretty amusing yet also frustrating ways (it's 70 years old so it's entitled I suppose) and I often feel like I live in a warp ghetto type of dwelling sometimes. Some parts of our home and yard are fixed up quite nicely so it's funny to go from one nice room into one not-so-much nice room.
We are attempting to fix up the interior and exterior of our home but this falls second to paying it off - so it is happening fairly slowly. I think our mortgage will be paid off before we get rid of our chicken wire & plaster walls (yes, that is what they are actually made of...probably with a mix of yummy asbestos). We recently had a sprinkling system (yes, we have been hand-watering for FIVE years now...well, Mark has) installed with some other large project landscaping work (with the contractor from HELL!) and they showed us the part of our pipes that they cut out. The insides were CORRODED to say the least and they lent us an amused recommendation that we outta have them changed out within the next 2-5 years and wondered how we felt about drinking out of them. I figure what hasn't killed us yet so.....well, thgouht it admittedly might someday, which is why we plan on SELLING before replacing the pipes becomes a bigger necessity- for now I settle for less-than-ideal water pressure, flatter-than-usual hair, and the thought that maybe the corrosive elements will be found one day to really enhance our biological makeups...? :)
Right now, however, the most unusual problem at hand (b/c I could count on all ten fingers and toes and still have unusual problems that constantly beckon us to fix them in one mind numbing way or another) is our hot water knob in our shower (our ONLY bathroom and shower since we are renting out our basement still..only until next Spring whoo hoo!) - it isn't entirely functional currently.
When Mark and I were first starting to date I remember him telling me he'd had a huge plumbing issue with his shower and the knob broke and he couldn't find a replacement (which happens when nothing in your house is STANDARD b/c it's so old)- but since he wasn't planning on renovation quite yet he found a knob that would at least 'grip' the metal protruding turn thingy and work. Well, that knob has recently become stripped an no longer performs so we are knob-less with no options until we really do renovate it (a year + from now is the plan! Which will put us fixing it up to sell it, so sad.). So for now we turn on the hot water in the shower with a little wrench with apparently very desirable red handles that is very popular with Slade. That means it'll go missing very soon never to be found again. I realize this could be so much worse and that we are lucky to have all we do - just thought I'd share some recent semi-misery in our slightly ghetto dwelling. Haha. We're seriously so blessed aren't we?
2 comments:
Oh, how I can relate.. Don't talk about leaving though :-)
I feel your pain. You'll appreciate this. During the summer, we had a realtor come assess our house and he said that we don't live in Sugarhouse, but our area is the Sugarhood. Nice! Just what you want to hear about the home you pour blood, sweat, tears and MONEY into!
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