from the lack of entries over the weekend i am sure it is pretty obvious that we have been very busy. friday we finished almost all the painting of the walls, minus the kitchen. i know i have said this a million times before but 2500 sq feet is so much bigger than you originally think; regardless, the walls are done. now, all we have left to do is touch up the ceilings, the baseboards, the door frames, the window frames, reseal the cedar ceiling (yes, it already is bleeding through), repaint the cedar ceiling, put back all the light fixtures and switch plates and move everything in. for some reason i think i subconsciously believed that once the painting was done we were finished for a while. i was subconsciously wrong. although the new paint on the walls makes it livable to me, we still have sooooo much to do.
on friday the furnace people came and on saturday the carpets were cleaned; i can not believe how much of a difference that made in the tobacco smell. the furnace lady seemed pretty disgusted by the state of our furnace filters and ducts; apparently they were beyond brown from tobacco. she suggested that we send some expensive chemical deodorizer but since we were already payin her about 2x's as much as we had expected, we are going to wait and see how well the basic cleaning works before we resort to that. i think i was most impressed by how quick the carpet cleaner man was. he whizzed about wearing his little plastic bootie covers, sprinkling all 2000 sq feet of carpet with cleaner and deodorizer using his cute cleaning hose then sucking away all the smoke smells. i was surprised by how expensive the furnace cleaning was (over 300 dollars) and how inexpensive the carpet cleaning was (under 500 dollars for almost 2000 sq feet of carpet cleaning with a deodorizer). he was in and out in less than an hour. my major advice from this experience is as follows: never smoke in your house - its incredibly expensive to get the smell out.
our amazing friends and families helped us move in. it was definitely weird seeing a completely empty room where your bedroom used to be. thankfully, our friends and families were more than helpful when it came to lugging our lives from old home to new home, regardless of how many trips it took. today i do feel sad though. i know that i will always be allowed to go back to my parents home when ever i want, but it is weird to think i do not have a room of my own. although duncan moved out about 4 years ago, his room is still relatively intact. he has a room in his saskatoon house and a room at my parents. my room will become vicky's room in a matter of days, she is already picking out paint. for some reason, this makes me sad. i am happy that she finally gets a bigger room, but i am sad i no longer have a place of my own at my parents. i'm sure this will get less weird as time passes, but right now, it makes me kind of sad.
our first night in the house was definitely eventful. we ended up accomplishing a lot; we set up our bedroom, our closet, the guest bedroom, the living room, half of my office and jesse's computer room. the only major issue we had was the internet connection. jesse spent a good 3 hours on hold with shaw trying to get the wireless internet working with his pc. my mac didnt seem to have an issue at all though.... mac 1, pc 0? (there is definitely an on going mac vs pc battle in our household). apparently, after spending hours on hold and talking to various computer people, it turns out that the cable guy simply screwed up during the installation. i think that it is all getting sorted out today, but i am not completely sure.
the only other weird thing that happened was that wendy, the voice of the honeywell security system that the previous owner so kindly left installed for us, decided to take vengeance on jesse for removing her door sensors by declaring that the "front door [was] open" all night, every hour, on the hour, repeatedly. since i am the lightest sleeper in the world, wendy kept me up all night and i had a horrible first sleep in the house. jesse, who could sleep through WWIII, didn't seem to hear wendy as she constantly warned us against non existence inturders all night, informed me he had a wonderful sleep.
when i left for work and school this morning i left jesse with one single job before he goes back to work tomorrow. call honeywell and kill wendy - i've had enough of her.
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