I meant to work on the floor today, I REALLY want a floor. This is a project that requires my FAVORITE brother’s supervision, and he was laying concrete. Lest I be recruited to do that (it was raining and looked like torture) I thought I should find another project I could handle on my own. I decided I had stared at that gigantic useless water tank long enough.
It was time to go. Beat it asshole, you’re out of there. Like a boss I pulled out the bench supports, twisted off the outside spout and then called my Mom because god damn it I could not for the life of me undo the thingy (that’s actually the technical term, look it up) underneath the trailer. My Mom is a rock star and twisted it off like it was nothing. I started to try to yank the stupid thing out of there but no dice. What in the heckfest? Ahhhhh that’s right, there’s that underneath thingy!!!! So I sawzalled that B off, and the tank popped right out. One more project crossed off. Of course if you’re keeping score I did add an additional two holes to the trailer taking out the tank. I guess it’s still a win, right? I actually don’t know.
Winter hiatus is over. Super over. The dark and depressing malaise of the last few months has finally lifted and out of the gloom I’ve rediscovered my grit. I needed to start out with a win and I needed a for sure win. I was not interested in my normal “win” that turns into a fucking avalanche of disaster but a real tangible win. So obviously I shopped out a little work. I sent my hideous (although functional) stove top and oven door to the Powder Coat guy and although I have not seen them yet, they could hardly get any worse. “Deuce Brown” has it’s place and I’m sure, at one point, it was a lovely color choice but instead I opted for teal with a fresh coat of “whatever the eff powder coat is” on the hardware and vent. It takes every bit of my grown-up reserves to not call every day to see if it’s done yet just so I can have something done and accomplished. To be fair to my awesome Powder Coat guy I did tell him my time line which may or may not have included a finish date of 2025. So he can pretty much take his time. I just really need to have this one pretty thing.
Something I’ve learned over the winter, my Fireball is actually 16′ long, not 14′, I should probably know stuff like that. The Fireball FB group, who are such an amazing resource, had some cool original Fireball Catalogues, it was looking at those that I discovered my new piece of comical idiocy. Comical idiocy is probably the best way to describe the way I feel and operate while muddling through Molly, everyday. Anyway, I’m also not changing the name on the blog, what would I even call it? “16′ of sass?” dumb, or maybe “16′ of sexy” ewww or how about “16′ of sparkles”? Actually I like that. So maybe that or I’ll keep it 14′ of Fury, who can know these things? I may just go back to calling her Ass Face and call it a day.
I decided to just get as much shit, I mean pieces of beautiful history, out of the trailer as I could. I wanted to see exactly what we were dealing with and prioritize projects. I pulled up the carpet, took down all the blinds, the mural wall paper (look at that! I did manage to let you go) the backsplash (installed just well enough to be a pain in the ass to remove but not well enough to look good), all the terrible stickers and the bathroom floor. This is where it gets fun. So the downside is there is still a leak, but the awesome part is this means we have to make the exterior a priority and THAT means PAINTING! I’m not actually remotely close to painting but I’m a year closer than I thought I would be so hells yes to water damage!
I guess this is progress? All I know is I look sexy as hell.