Showing posts from August, 2010

Two weeks ago we met the firemen...

Last weekend we met the cops. And no, we weren't being naughty. (That might come in a few more weeks when we have our big wedding reception at the farm...)
Our mailbox tried to run away during the night!
Christian called the cops thinking it was some punk kids out for a little midnight fun. After further investigation, the tire tracks through the yard (as well and the neighboring ditches) led us to believe it was a drunk driver.

The mailbox was mounted on a post sticking out of an old milk can filled with concrete. When the driver hit the mailbox, the whole unit must have gotten lodged under the car and dragged down the road. The road was all scraped up and the can was found in the ditch around the corner. 
Our renting farmer stopped by later in the day and told us that the same person who took out our mailbox must have missed the corner and plowed into his field down the road. 
So thanks a lot, asshole, for taking out our mailbox. Like we didn't have enough work to do around here w…

The Befores and Afters of My First House

Built in 1857. Purchased August 23, 2006 for $35,000. Sold on July 21, 2010. This is a look back at how much my house changed in 4 years. 

Outside Before/After:

New roof and windows. Added fill around the house along with flower beds. 
Living & Dining Rooms:

Removed carpet and restored hardwood floor. Patched plaster walls and painted. 

Restored hardwood floor. Patched plaster walls and painted. 

New drywall, tile floor, toilet, sink and laminate on vanity. 

Removed vinyl floor. Painted walls.
A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into this house. I hope the new owner enjoys living there as much as I did.

Tuesday Wake-Up

August 3rd, 2010 at 5:38AM.

Nothing Says "Happy Birthday" Like a 911 Call

This past weekend there was an unexpected twist to Christian's birthday celebration. As we were testing out the music speakers in the machine shed for our upcoming wedding reception, the farmer who rents our barn quickly walked up. 
"I think you may have a silo fire. I was just up the silo and I had burning embers falling on me. Do you know your address? We should probably call it in." 
The farmer called 911 and twenty minutes later, the barn was surrounded by 3 fire trucks and an ambulance.

Luckily, there was no fire. A power cord in the silo had an exposed area that dust was falling on and igniting. None of those embers burned long enough to start anything else on fire. Thank God! 
We've been working on restoring the barn and I keep having nightmares that a tornado (or fire!) is going to level it after all the hard work we've done. Not to mention that we have our wedding reception on the property in a few weeks and we would kind of like the barn to still be there.