Our Boring Blog by Brian and on occasion Bethany...

So I spoke with a friend of mine the other night and he mentioned to me about how he and his roommate were talking about boring blogs and our blog came to mind immediately. Take off your address and don't do any shots of your house from the street; no identifying factors which means that I'll have to remove the link to our house for our Labor Day part too. Thanks Jerkface, now I feel like I have to come up with things on an everyday basis to talk about so I don't bore you. 

Well there are plenty of things that need to be done with / to the house and everything seems to take on a life of it's own. Every moment that I don't spend working on the house I spend procrastinating or trying to figure out what would make the most sense to do next on our long list of things. We've been in this place for three months; and yes it is sorry that my last post was more than a month ago. In that time it's gotten a lot colder; we've turned on our furnace and found out that it does still work, we've also planted new grass and spent considerable time raking leaves down into the street. Getting ready for winter. I've found out that I've got a leak in the roof, I've ordered a 1/2 cord of firewood that was never delivered and installed weather stripping to the front door. Today, more work on the yard; raking and such. It's been rainy lately so there is a lot of dampness in the leaves which makes it impossible to blow leaves. I'm still working on my insulation in the attic; I haven't even touched the crawl space. We've built several fires in the fireplace and realized that it really doesn't add any warmth to the front room. If you think about it it makes sense; heat rises and when you've got a big hole in your roof called a 'chimney' it allows all the warm air to escape. Regardless, it's nice if only aesthetically to have a fire going in the front room. The first time we set it up it was a replay of our wedding night at the Jefferson hotel where we forgot to open the flue and wasn't evident until everything smelled like smoke and the lights became so foggy that we were bumping into the coffee table and walls when we walked to the kitchen to fetch another glass of wine. Well, I embellish; but not much. The stank from the smoke lasted for more than a couple of days. So maybe it's better that the fire wood was not delivered after all.