Sunday, July 27, 2008
Finishing the Basement 1
Unsatisfied with the uninspired derelict that this blog has become?
Me too.
Here is a tip. Go to my wife's blog, which is continually updated and everything that this blog is not, as far as eye-tingling gingerbread and heart-warming pictures and slogans go. If you're lucky, you can look at the comments and catch some quality "girl talk", which is 100% identical to the inane banter I have to sit through when we go to bars with her girlfriends. (Picture me with my head on my hand and eyes slowly closing)
In all seriousness, in this comment thread on her blog, you will find the greatest comment of all time, left by my buddy Bleach.
Here are a few shots of my basement after 2 solid weekends of framing:
I have all of the exterior walls framed-up. The next job will be building interior walls, building a soffit around the beam and trunk lines you see coming from the furnace, and roughing in some additional plumbing, electric, and vents to the rooms I am making.
Due to the lighting, it doesn't look like much, but there is really only one pathway from the front door to the garage door in a entire two car garage. The rest is all of our Worldly possessions. When I was moving all this stuff I kept questioning how in the world we held on to so much useless trash. This motivated us to give away, throw away, or sell some of our junk. (The white shelf in the front was chock-full of decorative knick-knacks, trinkets, and other useless doo-dads) Another monument I had to get rid of was my mini climbing wall, while awesome, I simply did not have time for it anymore.
Me too.
Here is a tip. Go to my wife's blog, which is continually updated and everything that this blog is not, as far as eye-tingling gingerbread and heart-warming pictures and slogans go. If you're lucky, you can look at the comments and catch some quality "girl talk", which is 100% identical to the inane banter I have to sit through when we go to bars with her girlfriends. (Picture me with my head on my hand and eyes slowly closing)
In all seriousness, in this comment thread on her blog, you will find the greatest comment of all time, left by my buddy Bleach.
HEY! In true Mindsquirt fashion, let' s move on to a completely different topic.
As the above subject suggests, I am finishing my basement. I plan to keep a series going to keep folks updated, and also to force me to keep writing. However, given my track record lately, I am confident that this will be the last you hear of it.
Here are a few shots of my basement after 2 solid weekends of framing:
Shot from front-left corner of basement.
Shot from back left corner of basement. Not pictured: entrance to secret lair.
I have all of the exterior walls framed-up. The next job will be building interior walls, building a soffit around the beam and trunk lines you see coming from the furnace, and roughing in some additional plumbing, electric, and vents to the rooms I am making.
I had a friend from work help me for about 7 hours on a Friday night and Saturday morning. He wanted to quit after I kept remarking about how cool it would be if "we dug a pit where he could live". The rest of the framing I have done by myself, which is pretty slow-going. There isn't much to see now. I mostly wanted you to see the closest I could get to a "before" picture. If I was a more responsible blogger, I would have taken a picture in the very beginning, when my basement was awash in a sea of junk.
Moving that junk was a big deal! It took me all week after work and I even had to ask the guy from work to help me move the bigger stuff (kegarator, air hockey table) I moved it all from the basement to my garage. My once-pristine garage is now cluttered with all of our junk. Below is a picture of how much a family of three can accumulate when they have a basement.
Due to the lighting, it doesn't look like much, but there is really only one pathway from the front door to the garage door in a entire two car garage. The rest is all of our Worldly possessions. When I was moving all this stuff I kept questioning how in the world we held on to so much useless trash. This motivated us to give away, throw away, or sell some of our junk. (The white shelf in the front was chock-full of decorative knick-knacks, trinkets, and other useless doo-dads) Another monument I had to get rid of was my mini climbing wall, while awesome, I simply did not have time for it anymore.
I'll keep you guys posted. I will also make sure to keep a list of injuries, which to date has been minimal. I did have one incident today where I crushed my hand with a 28 oz. hammer.
There was a lot of screaming.
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# posted by fooiemcgoo : 4:44 PM
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a 28oz hammer? why do you need such a heavy implement? why stop there? you should lash your truck to a telephone pole and use that to drive your finish nails.
# posted by 
: 7:22 AM
: 7:22 AM
Couple things. First of all - "the pit where he could live" made me have to change my pants at work. I keep extras.
I wonder if your potential knew friends that you make know that you view them in term of their lifting capacity. "he has very broad shoulders and could deffinitely help with moving my air hockey table, wanna get a beer soemtime?"
I wonder if your potential knew friends that you make know that you view them in term of their lifting capacity. "he has very broad shoulders and could deffinitely help with moving my air hockey table, wanna get a beer soemtime?"
The great flood of 08 has sped up our plans to re-do the basement. Bobby has ripped out all of the panelling and carpet, as well as the second kitchen. He also spent the whole weekend framing and foam insulating the basement. I helped by complaining that he spent too much money at Menards and that he wasn't spending time with me and the babe. I should be more supportive as I am sure I will enjoy my new basement someday.
# posted by : 8:51 AM
: 8:51 AM
It may be a 22 oz hammer. it was big and hurt.
actually, the guy who helped me lift things is pretty skinny. probably 150 lbs or so. he's a scrapper.
mindy: i totally forgot your area was underwater. how bad was it?
i'd like to know more about "foam" insulation. does he have a spray gun thing?
actually, the guy who helped me lift things is pretty skinny. probably 150 lbs or so. he's a scrapper.
mindy: i totally forgot your area was underwater. how bad was it?
i'd like to know more about "foam" insulation. does he have a spray gun thing?
it was't underwater since we have a walkout basement, but is did run across all of the floor, soaking the carpet/baseboards/and paneling. the foam insulation is big pink sheets of styrofoam
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