$500 bucks and 5 hours later, our AC is up and running again. Hallelujah! All thanks to Scott, our awesome handyman. He really was shocked and amazed we were getting any AC at all with the way the previous owner had "creatively" put everything together. Apparently the garden hose "pipe" was not the only thing (big surprise!) jerry rigged when it came to the air conditioner unit.
Yet, apparently, I have grown accustomed to life without luxuries. After 3 weeks with no AC, it has become down right cold in our house. Especially the bathroom. But I am NOT complaining. After not being able to use my oven without the house become 95 degrees or drying my hair without breaking a sweat, it is a refreshing change of pace.
Until the next housing predicament,
Lucy
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Fingers Crossed!
The AC man is at my house right now! Thankfully, the husband gets the chance to work from home on Fridays so he can stay and make sure everything gets done. We all just need to say a little prayer that he will be able to fix it and I will have air conditioning when I get home this afternoon!
Lucy
Lucy
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
DIY is not always a good idea
I mentioned the "renovations" in my previous post. We believe that these so called "renovations" were done by the previous owner's son, who to my knowledge, was not a contracter, builder, or qualified in anyway to legitimately fix and update a house. Therefore, we have a lot of jerry rigged items in our house including but not limited to the washing machine, stairs, and of course (!!) the AC thingimajig that broke. Instead of using a PVC pipe to make the drain, the man used a garden hose. That's right, a garden hose. And now, because of said garden hose, the AC unit is not covered under our home warranty (don't worry, the hubs gave the insurance rep a piece of his mind). . . so the AC is still off. Hopefully we will get some good news today and that it will be fixed (by a qualified person) soon!
Lucy
Lucy
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
A Preface. . .
**Disclaimer: I love my husband and am so proud of the fact that at age 27 he was able to buy a house all on his own. I am turning 27 this summer and there is NO way I would be able to do that. He has put tons of effort into making the house a home and I really and truly appreciate it. I want everyone to remember this when I am complaining!**
To begin, I have to give a little background. My husband and I live in a little house on the westside of Atlanta in a lovely neighborhood called Berkeley Park. The house was built in the 1920's and when my husband bought it in 2007, the last time "renovations" (I use the word renovation very loosely) were done on the house was in the 70's. When he moved in, there was no dishwasher, cable had never been run to the house (yes, he was up there with the comcast man running the cable from the telephone poles to the house), and the fuse box still contained actual fuses. All of these issues have since been remedied and I am proud to say we have a dishwasher, lots of TV watching, and a fuse box fit for life in the 21st century.
What prompted me to start this blog were the events that transpired this past week. Friday morning, the husband gets up and in the shower. When he gets out, the water won't turn off. As in, he turned the knobs and nothing happened. With water running in the house, he gets dressed and hauls it over to my parent's house to get a water key (yea, I had no idea what that was either) to turn off the water main to the house. Thank goodness my father is really handy and has all sorts of random tools for when situations like these arise and that our families only live about 10 minutes away! Well long story short, a plumber comes and takes care of it. Problem solved. It only took one day. Yay! All is well for the weekend. . .
Or so we thought. . . Fast forward to Saturday night. Our good friends are meeting at our house before we go to dinner. While standing in the living room saying our hello's, a drop of water fall on my head. Weird. Maybe the rain from all that storm came through a little bit. Think very little of it and off to Nuevo Laredo we go! We get home and go to bed. I wake up to words you never like hearing. "Babe, I've got bad news." Water is now dropping at a very fast pace from not one, not two, but three different places in the ceiling. Wonderful. After numerous calls and frantic texts to our more handy friends and no reply, we have a minor freak out. My father (who also designs cooling towers aka fancy AC units), is at the Masters, which has a no cell phone policy, and is unreachable. After much debate and a clear understanding that the hubs might fall through the ceiling, he takes the ladder and braves going up in the attic (which, mind you, is a 2x2ft hole in the ceiling). So up he goes, can't find anything wrong, comes back down relieved to not have fallen through into the living room. We eventually decide it must be the air conditioner whatever thingamajig that is up in the attic that is leaking. So on the day that the weather decides to reach 90 degrees we have to turn the AC off so water doesn't crack open our living room ceiling. Again, wonderful. That was Sunday morning. Needless to say it is now Tuesday and our AC is still off and who knows when it will be safe to turn it back on without our ceiling caving in on our heads. Oh, and the in laws are coming over for dinner tonight. Do you think it's ok to tell them to bring their own fan?
To begin, I have to give a little background. My husband and I live in a little house on the westside of Atlanta in a lovely neighborhood called Berkeley Park. The house was built in the 1920's and when my husband bought it in 2007, the last time "renovations" (I use the word renovation very loosely) were done on the house was in the 70's. When he moved in, there was no dishwasher, cable had never been run to the house (yes, he was up there with the comcast man running the cable from the telephone poles to the house), and the fuse box still contained actual fuses. All of these issues have since been remedied and I am proud to say we have a dishwasher, lots of TV watching, and a fuse box fit for life in the 21st century.
What prompted me to start this blog were the events that transpired this past week. Friday morning, the husband gets up and in the shower. When he gets out, the water won't turn off. As in, he turned the knobs and nothing happened. With water running in the house, he gets dressed and hauls it over to my parent's house to get a water key (yea, I had no idea what that was either) to turn off the water main to the house. Thank goodness my father is really handy and has all sorts of random tools for when situations like these arise and that our families only live about 10 minutes away! Well long story short, a plumber comes and takes care of it. Problem solved. It only took one day. Yay! All is well for the weekend. . .
Or so we thought. . . Fast forward to Saturday night. Our good friends are meeting at our house before we go to dinner. While standing in the living room saying our hello's, a drop of water fall on my head. Weird. Maybe the rain from all that storm came through a little bit. Think very little of it and off to Nuevo Laredo we go! We get home and go to bed. I wake up to words you never like hearing. "Babe, I've got bad news." Water is now dropping at a very fast pace from not one, not two, but three different places in the ceiling. Wonderful. After numerous calls and frantic texts to our more handy friends and no reply, we have a minor freak out. My father (who also designs cooling towers aka fancy AC units), is at the Masters, which has a no cell phone policy, and is unreachable. After much debate and a clear understanding that the hubs might fall through the ceiling, he takes the ladder and braves going up in the attic (which, mind you, is a 2x2ft hole in the ceiling). So up he goes, can't find anything wrong, comes back down relieved to not have fallen through into the living room. We eventually decide it must be the air conditioner whatever thingamajig that is up in the attic that is leaking. So on the day that the weather decides to reach 90 degrees we have to turn the AC off so water doesn't crack open our living room ceiling. Again, wonderful. That was Sunday morning. Needless to say it is now Tuesday and our AC is still off and who knows when it will be safe to turn it back on without our ceiling caving in on our heads. Oh, and the in laws are coming over for dinner tonight. Do you think it's ok to tell them to bring their own fan?
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