Not getting the hang of this...
Hmmm. Nate and I don't do physical labor very well together. This might seem like an odd comment until you've been a man (or a woman) trying to move a couch with a member of the opposite sex. It's like all of a sudden someone's sealed your mouth with alien-talk and given you 2 more legs that get in the way. We just don't do stuff the same way.
Remodeling a crummy little room with your husband over a rickety staircase on a ladder is much the same. Amplified by 10X. I don't really like to touch dirt (I wear gloves when cleaning, moving things, lifting things, etc), I'm bad at "letting go" of the thoughts that our open, drafty ceiling is the perfect breeding ground for the black widow spider babies to launch into my hair, the hood of my sweatshirt, even my pants waist and socks. Anyway, it gave me the creeps.
Sadly, these things happen and the camcorder isn't running...
Nate banned me from the indoor projects and sent me outside (in the rain) to go rip out the window. Here's what he did: Handed me a crowbar, a hammer and a chisel and said to try not to break the glass. So here I am, standing at the outside wall, like the outside wall of any house USA and trying to figure out what to do. I had too much pride to ask. ANyway 45 minutes later I had pulled out all of the stuff around it and the whole window. I was so proud of myself and I did it pretty much on my own. And NOT on a ladder...THANK GOD.
SO now we have Tacky House USA with OSB screwed over the window hole. It will be that way for a few weeks until we get it all replaced. And then are on to the next project. I'll post pictures soon. Once we find our still camera and/or I figure out how to load up video.