Sunday, August 21, 2005

Glue for brains

I got the bright idea Friday night that I might start a major remodeling project, since I was feeling rotten. I believe I wrote briefly about yanking out the metal trim in the bathroom. Well, I got carried away in there. Saturday I went to Lowes and bought wallpaper-removing crud, and came home and attempted to remove the wallpaper. What did I discover? The bathroom wasn't wallpapered. It was just rotten old nasty paint that peeled back in enough places to make it look like it was painted-over wallpaper. When did I discover this? After I used the wallpaper scoring tool and had put wallpaper removal gunk all over the walls, getting high from the fumes and giving myself a headache in the process.

In case I have not made it clear by now, I am a genius.

My bathroom is a fucking jizzaster. I mean it is really...it is really a mess. I am half-laughing as I write this because it is such a mess. It's like a gang of bipolar rats live in there.

I spent a lot of time yesterday peeling off nasty old paint. I've got this thing where, even if something is the wrong thing to do, once I get started on it I have a hard time stopping doing it. It might not be best to be peeling this paint back and exposing the wallboard, but it's all been scored with holes from the wallpaper scorer, so it's got to come off now. And so I obsessively pick and peel and chip at it. In some places, it comes off easily with maybe the first layer or two of cardboardy gunk that makes up the old wallboard, but in some places, apparently someone who owned this house before us had used some glue under the paint to put up some plastic paneling. (I have no idea how, or why, or the sequence of events that would cause there to be glue, then paint, but paneling...on top of the paint? Shit.) Needless to say, the old nasty paint doesn't want to come off the gluey parts.

This is coming out in a weird order. I have inhaled too much chemical and dust and crud in there this weekend. I'm coming to the conclusion that everyone who owned this house prior to us conspired against us to make our lives miserable.

Well, that might be a little dramatic and all, but still.

I don't know why I get myself into these things. I should have left well enough alone. But nooooo. I gotta go and be all -I'm miserable so I might as well rip out wallpaper- about it.

To make a long, boring story short, my brother has graciously assented to let us borrow his belt sander, and I'm going to attempt to fix the mess at some point this week. God. I'm just laughing when I think about it. What a mess. There are gooey bits of wet, peeled paint with wallboard stuck to it flaked all over the floor, plus all the fuzzies we've been sanding off the wall by hand where we've gotten large chunks of paint off. We have one and a half bathrooms, and of course this is the one with the shower in it, and the shower curtain is on the floor in the spare room at the mo, so when I got fed up with being funky this afternoon and took a desperation shower, it compounded the mess. The thing is, I am just not in the frame of mind to deal with this right now. I am a little off and have been for about three or four days. I need to get back on so I can deal with this.

I thought this morning when I got up that I'd go for a skate to clear my head. It rained some more yesterday and the air is cooler today, only in the mid-eighties, so I drove out to Miami Whitewater. When I got there I realized I'd forgotten to use the Advair this morning, probably because it wasn't in its usual place in the bathroom since the medicine cabinet is now leaning against the bed in the spare room. I had my Albuterol though so I figured I'd be fine, could just use that if I had an asthma attack. Of course I had an asthma attack about four miles in, and the Albuterol didn't really cut it. I didn't realize how much that Advair was helping until today, when I honestly thought I was going to pass out on the trail. It scared me; my knees were not under my control and I thought they were just gonna plop out. I had to lean over under a tree for a long time. Thought I was gonna puke too. That sucked. Also, I brought my camera out there with me thinking I'd take some pics since it's so beautiful out there but when I got out on the trail and turned the camera on it said "no memory card."

That's what my brain feels like. No memory card.

10 Comments:

At August 22, 2005 4:50 AM, Anonymous Jenelle said...

HA! What a metaphor eh? "No memory card" indeed!

That sucks and all, about your bathroom, but I'll bet that once the project is done you'll be very happy!

And as ALWAYS, thanks for your advice!

And also did you realize that your entries post at exactly 11:59 almost every night? Interesting...

 
At August 22, 2005 7:51 AM, Blogger d.K. said...

Did you say "belt sander?" Now I'm reallllly getting worried.

I loved the part where you say that "even if something is the wrong thing to do, once I get started on it I have a hard time stopping..." I can relate. That's such a "male" thing. ;-)

 
At August 22, 2005 7:55 AM, Anonymous E said...

I read this through the eyes of the girl who has been working frantically on my makeover of my guest room...I've been living with paint under my nails for the last week or so and I see several more weeks of it in my future. I am living up to my MO by getting excited about starting a project, then completely losing interest in it around halfway through...but now, there's no turning back...Argh.

Post some pics of your disaster. It will make me feel better! :)

 
At August 22, 2005 9:31 AM, Anonymous M said...

Oh, god.... belt sanders. Fun, but take way way longer than you would expect to strip a wall. I reccomend doing as much damage as you can with a scraper first. Oh, and Dollarama scrapers are shit; buy the good ones.
The 8x10' bare spot on my old apartments' wall is a testament to me not finishing projects I start... so now I just live with bad paintjobs. I hope you have more initiative than I do.
And get one of those face masks, breathing that shit is no fun.

 
At August 22, 2005 10:06 AM, Anonymous atpanda said...

Heh. Girls just cut off their hair when they need a change.

 
At August 22, 2005 10:17 AM, Blogger cmhl said...

a gang of bipolar rats!!!! I am SO going to try to incorporate that into conversation today!!!!

 
At August 22, 2005 11:01 AM, Anonymous em said...

gosh-
i feel pity- what sucks more than an evolving home mess- you have my sympathy-
and yeah- its like asthma hell summer, isn't it? i gave up albuterol because it made my heart race and i thought my asthma was actually sort of gone even- guess not?????

take care

 
At August 22, 2005 1:52 PM, Blogger Sangroncito said...

Just keep thinking how beautiful your bathroom is going to look when you finish with it.

I get asthma, too, sometimes. It sucks.

 
At August 22, 2005 2:29 PM, Blogger Mr. H.K. said...

A friend of mine pulled out some kitchen cabinets to discover there was no wall in back of them.

You think you have it rough??
Hehehehe.

Cheers,
Mr. H.K.
Postcards from Hell's
Kitchen

And I Quote Blog

 
At August 22, 2005 5:16 PM, Blogger Greg said...

I've had some asthma attacks like that, as well. The Advair really does work. THough it leaves my mouth kinda gummy. Okay, tmi...

 

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