Heavy lifting, Moving In

Shame works wonders

A public shaming can work wonders.

In my last blog, I lifted the veil and revealed that the hubs and I would rather sit and watch TV than finish our downstairs.

There was no hidden meaning…it was only a truth I was sharing with the universe.

Mark took it as a dig, and he’s been working on the downstairs like a mad man ever since.

Totally fine by me. 🙂

Several months ago, we told you about this old elevator door we found that used to be in a mill in Lawrenceville.

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Mark decided it should hang from the ceiling with LED light strands behind it to give the room a “glow.”

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That means taking down the drywall we already put up and installing hooks into the ceiling beams so the door can hang from there.

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1 step back, 2 steps forward…repeat it with me…1 step back, 2 steps forward!

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Family, Heavy lifting, Moving In

My grandmother told me I needed another MAN

If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that my husband is a MASTER home renovator…except when it comes to door frames.

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The first time Mark built a door frame for our bedroom, he ended up throwing things and cursing the sky and I had to get out of there because it was ridiculous. (Relive that episode HERE)

You would think it would be different this time when Mark tried to build the frame for the front door. Wrong you are. First, he got hurt…

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Then we bought the wrong size wood for the frame.

We shared our frustrations with my Nunny who quickly said, “Can’t you just look this up on the internet?” and “Courtney, get a man in there to help him.”

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There it was. My boss lady/awesome/cool/feminist grandmother told me I needed another MAN to help.

She. Was. Right.

Our electrician, St. Dominic, came over and he and Mark figured out the door frame dilemma in 15 minutes.

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We should always listen to our grandmothers. Always. 🙂

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Heavy lifting, Moving In

This is how cave people lived.

We couldn’t leave our house for several days because we didn’t have a front door. Seriously. One of us had to be at home at all times.

Our current front door and door frame were kind of rotted and not in the best shape. We took the door down and stripped it to its natural wood.

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Then, we used a dowel to fill in the holes left behind by the original handle and lock.

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After that dried, we sawed off the ends.

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We then had to shave off the original hinges because we’re putting the new hinges on the other side.

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It took awhile but we got the nice, clean lines we wanted.

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After all of that, it was finally time to build the door frame.

Unfortunately, we were so exhausted at this point, we just leaned the door up and screwed it in.

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I’m pretty sure this is how cave people locked their doors.

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Heavy lifting

I walked out to save our marriage

I totally forgot to tell you about one very important moment Mark and I had last week.

Normally, my husband is very calm and mild mannered…I attribute some of this to his Canadian roots because those Canadians are the NICEST people on the planet. 🙂

Mark rarely gets upset or angry. Because he’s so good at renovating and remodeling, we haven’t really had any situations where he was frustrated because he didn’t know what to do.

And then came last Wednesday.

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We were trying to build the door frames for our bedroom, bathroom and laundry room. Before we put those beautiful refinished doors in place, we had to install the frames.

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When we lived in Asheville, NC (the most beautiful place!) Mark bought a pair of french doors and built a frame for them. He remembers that the frame came together easily…he put the doors in and everything worked.

Not this time around.

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For the life of him, Mark could not remember how to build a door frame. He was so mad at himself he was throwing tools, kicking things and using some pretty fancy language. 🙂

You know when your spouse is really frustrated and you don’t say anything at all because you don’t want to aggravate the situation???

While Mark had a tantrum, I just sat on the floor and looked at Instagram. He finally said…”I know you’re being quiet because I’m being crazy, but your silence is making it worse. Can you just please leave?”

“Gladly,” I said. I took my iPad and walked down to Crazy Mocha and had a delicious espresso.

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I came back to the house about an hour later and the door frame was up and perfect.

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And Mark was back to his normal self. 🙂

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