When Putting In A Bathroom, Rip Apart The Room Above It - Part 1

The first issue we had to tackle in our house was the lack of shower. Now, we do have a bathtub upstairs but it is not really suitable to take a shower in. The water always, no matter how short of time it is off, spits out a bunch of orange gunk and then continues to spit out flakes of what I assume is rust. It's either that or there are oompa loompas with dandruff in our pipes, but I digress.

In male logic and logic that I am sure makes sense to builders and remodelers everywhere, Ron decided we needed (and by we, I mean he) to start ripping the bedroom right above it apart. It gave great access from the first floor to the second and we (again, he, though I do recall helping. Sorta.) ran wires for some sort of eletrical thing.

Now, this bedroom upstairs is a decently sized room, it contains odd angles and a drop ceiling. First order of business was to drop - the drop ceiling.

This is what a drop ceiling looks like when dropped. The rails came out too, no worries.

When people talk about the charm of a house and the personality, they think of the funny little quirks that you run into and the way the house creeks and sighs. When we think about the charm and personality of our house; we think hippies, the 70's, and smoke clouds so thick you can't breathe or see. What brings us to this crazy image?

One might suggest the old as dirt marijuana Ron found in the drop ceiling.

I don't think we laughed so hard as we did finding that. There were two bags in there. Just by touching the bags, the contents basically turned to what can only resemble dirt. Our biggest question was; how do you forget and leave behind that much marijuana?

If the owners would like it back, they will have to dig through our outside burn barrel, as I am sure its been burned to ash many times over now. I instantly (after taking a picture; of course) took it outside, dumped the bags in, dumped in the trash, lit the trash and walked off. Makes us wonder; what else will we find in the ceilings/walls/crawl spaces of our charming little home?

Next came taking the awful paneling off of the walls. We were getting bare and naked, up close and personal with our walls.

The next to go was that carpet, it was dirty, it was gross. Ron cut it and we rolled it up. The problem we faced was this; the carpet was heavy. Really heavy. The backdoor was too far away and the front door was too far from the back yard. What do you do when you just don't know what to do?!

Ah, you take out the window, stuff the rolled up rug out the opening and you shove, and shove, and shove, and shove some more. You talk to it, you yell at it, you even curse a little and you continue to shove, and shove, and shove. Eventually it will get through the window at which point you need to stick your head in awe and pray it doesn't rip the gutters off the house on the way down. Commence throwing the rest of everything in the room out the same window.

Once that ordeal is over, head downstairs, grab something to drink and call it a productive day!