I Live On Cement, With Dust In My Pants

Long week.  It has been a long week.  

All is well with the Joneses aside from the fact that we live on Cement and I can’t make it through our house without getting dust in my pants.  

My friend David Yount (see my “Heroes” post) agreed to assist me and my moronic idea to put new floors in my house by myself.  

Carpet is nastier than guarding the fat guy on the skins team in basketball.  I don’t care how long your carpet has been down. . .it’s disgusting.  Ours was 13 years old and I immediately regretted my decision once we started pulling it up.

We pushed through the nastiness and finished pulling carpet and tack strip in one night.  A success!  Thanks to David a million fold for helping with this project.  That guy is a workhorse.  He has three talents, permanent poker face, sports knowledge, and house demolition.

Then we got to the engineered floors that were glued down.  I would rather step into the octagon with Jack Bauer than remove these glued down floors again.

We ended up needing a jackhammer and a metal floor buffer/scraper to get it up.

These are before pics.

During. . . .

And after. . . .

Our floor is supposed to arrive this Friday, and then it has to acclimate for 4 days in our house.  So we are gonna start laying this puppy down on Wednesday of next week.

God help us.