Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Oh, Adulthood

Well, hi! It's been a while. There aren't too many home updates these days... at least none of the exciting variety. We've encountered some suuuuuper fun maintenance issues which have made me feel old and boring. And yes, I know I'm not actually old. But sometimes I feel that way when I spend a lot of money at the dentist rather than at Anthropologie, like I used to.  If you'd like to catch up on what we've been doing, here's a little essay for you.

Sometimes (actually, most of the time), it's hard for me to believe I'm an "adult." I have to put it in quotations because that word just sounds so... formal. And legitimate. I've been an "adult" for enough years now for it to be completely official, and yet I still find myself in disbelief.

You know how when you were young you were positive that you knew everything? I don't know if you felt that way, but I definitely did. I remember being deeply insulted as a child when adults would explain that my perspective would change as I got older, or that I just didn't know enough yet to understand something. To me, that was the ultimate affront, because I ALREADY KNEW EVERYTHING. All the things. And now, over the past few years, I've had this weird shift where actually, I'm pretty sure I know nothing. There is just so, so much to learn. So much growth and understanding that has yet to happen.

Do you read Momastery? Because if you don't, you should. Glennon is the single funniest person I've ever known (and by known, I mean found on the internet). When she posted this to Instagram, I was like, YES! THIS!!! It spoke directly to my soul. Glennon, by the way, is a forty-something-year-old, so I feel much better (and simultaneously worse) that this feeling continues to occur as you age.

One time, the tenants in our rent house called me to say that they smelled gas, and that they were worried there was a leak. So I thought to myself, "Emergency!! What do I do!?"

First instinct: call dad. No answer. Then I realized he was out of the country on a business trip and it was 2am his time.

Second instinct: call mom. Also no answer, and I realized that she, too, was out of town on a business trip, and must be in meetings.

[[Aside: is there anything more unsettling than both of your parents being out of town at the same time?]]

So, that left me parent-less, and in my quest to find an "adultier adult," I called a colleague who suggested I call the gas company. As it turns out, they have an emergency line (1-800-959-LEAK) and they came out to check it out. Luckily, the tenants had just been smelling the gasoline in their lawnmower and there was no leak, no emergency. Whew!

The reason I started writing this post is because I feel like recently we're spending an awful lot of time and effort and money on adult-y things, which feels so, so weird. And sometimes lame.

I've lived my whole life with perfect eyesight. Lucky me. Then, when I became a realtor, it started going downhill. I have no idea how much can be attributed to getting older and how much is from staring at a computer screen a good bit during the day, but it got to the point where I couldn't read street signs... so I went to the eye doctor, aka the scariest place on earth. Before that, I'd probably gone twice in my entire life. We'd have screenings at school when I was younger, but as far as going in and having someone dilate my eyes and stare back into the depths of my optic nerve... yeah, twice. I feel nauseous just thinking about it.

The verdict: time to get glasses.

Weird. I eventually got contacts as well, which I wear probably half of the time. Glasses bother me, contacts bother me. Bah.

Then, John had a sad trip to the dentist. Neither of us ever needed braces, so I guess we figured that we were set for life in the dental department. Wrong-o. John's upper teeth are perfect, and John's lower teeth are also perfect. Unfortunately, how the top teeth and bottom teeth line up isn't perfect, and it's wearing down his enamel pretty significantly. So, he had to get invisalign, or what we lovingly refer to as his "dentures." Pretty much everyone has said they didn't/don't even notice because you really can't see them (hence the "invisa" in "invisalign"). That was the good news. The bad news was... they cost HOW MUCH?! Yeah. Avoid.

One day, I went into the bank, and then I came out to find someone had hit my car and peaced out without leaving a note. Karma, y'all. So that was another fun way to spend a nice chunk of change. Luckily my deductible isn't outrageous, and my coverage includes a rental, but my golly the hassle of all of it was the real pain in the neck.

John and I were downstairs one night and I started to hear the faint noise of... drip... drip... drip. Then it registered, and I felt complete panic. I ran upstairs, and sure enough, water was dripping from the ceiling. I climbed up into the attic and couldn't figure out what was wrong. When this happens in someone's home, it's because the drain line is clogged and water is leaking out, but I was convinced that couldn't be the issue because I religiously climb up into our attic every 30 days to put anti-fungal stuff in there to make sure it doesn't clog, and because when there is a clog, usually the pan under the unit fills up with water, but ours was almost completely dry rather than overflowing. So, I figured it could be some other issue with the HVAC, or possibly the water heater which is also up there.

Again, first instinct: call dad. Unfortunately, he was in Mexico on a business trip and couldn't come over, but he did answer the phone. I had already done all the things he told me to do (go in the attic and see if the issue was obvious, turn off the water in case it was the water heater, turn off the power in case it was the HVAC), except trying to blow the line to see if it was in fact clogged. I tried blowing it out and that didn't seem to be the issue.

So, John and I resigned ourselves to a hot night. Luckily, it wasn't too bad because the house had already cooled down from when the AC was on, and the next day was uncharacteristically cool. The HVAC guy came the next day and decided it was, indeed, a clog. How on earth could there be a clog if I had spent so much time up there de-clogging like a model homeowner?!?! Turns out that when our HVAC was installed (prior to us owning our home), they installed the access point to the drain line incorrectly.

You'll see the access point on the left side of this picture is pretty far down the drain line, when actually it should be up by the unit, where it is now (the sweet HVAC man didn't charge me for moving it--thank you thank you thank you). The treatments I'd been doing were effectively cleaning everything to the left of the access point, but not to the right of it. We ended up with a clog in the p-trap, which backed the unit up and it started over flowing with condensate, which soaked our ceiling because there isn't a pan under the left side of the unit where the water was coming out. ::insert sobbing and a few choice words here::

We have a small stain on the ceiling which is actually less noticeable in reality than it is in this picture. I may eventually try and color match the ceiling to paint over it, but it's not a big deal because you honestly can't really see it in person. The reasons it's so long and skinny is because that's where two piece of drywall come together, so the water trickled through the little valley it created in the attic.

Moral of the story: if you're not already cleaning your drain line monthly, start. You can buy anti-fungal tabs online, or you can use vinegar. They used to recommend bleach, but not anymore. Second moral of the story: go over to your drain line (like really, right now, get up and walk over) and check to make sure it's right next to the unit rather than inches or feet down the drain line like ours was. If it right by the unit, call someone to come move it!! Otherwise, your cleaning is ineffective and you will suffer like we did.

So, the next day, I was taking a shower feeling grateful for a functioning AC unit when the water stopped draining. No no no no!!!!! Any guesses on what I did first? Called dad. I asked if there was any chance that blowing the line just moved the clog farther down and it was now affecting the master bath, and he said that no, it wasn't that because where the two connect, the pipe is much wider (like 6 inches in diameter), so the 1 inch-wide HVAC clog wouldn't be clogging that big of a pipe. I started having visions of all of our plumbing being ripped out and flooring and drywall being replaced, but my dad said to just go buy a plunger and fill the tub with some water and then plunge the drain.

Wham bam, worked like a charm. Crisis averted.

A few days later, John and I were watching TV and I heard a weird grinding noise. Turns out our washer is eating itself alive, and almost no one will work on it because it's a Samsung, and apparently appliance repairmen and repairwomen avoid Samsung like the plague. If only we'd known that when we bought it... because we actually bought the top reviewed units! We found a Samsung specialist, and we're currently waiting on our parts to come in. He actually has no idea what's wrong with it so he's decided to replace pretty much everything. Thankfully, we're still under the extended warranty with Lowe's, so they're eating the cost. WHEW!!

All of these appliance issues + the hit and run were within about two weeks of each other, so it's felt a little relentless and I'm just waiting to see what breaks once the washer is fixed, ha!

On the flip side to all of these messes: gratitude. So much gratitude for the house we live in, the fact that we have AC to begin with, that we can put our clothes in a machine and come back an hour later to a pile of clean laundry. Feeling pretty dang thankful that I can see street signs with my glasses and that John's teeth will still be in good shape when we're old and wrinkly. This post by Glennon about "perspectacles" (perspective + spectacles) rocks my world. Yes, I have a healthy appreciation for pretty things and have worked hard to make our home a space that feels good to us, but running water is a luxury that I try and remind myself to not take for granted.

I started a Gratitude Journal a few weeks ago. Each morning, I write down three things I'm grateful for. Pretty cool way to start the day--it forces you to put on your perspectacles and acknowledge all that we so often overlook.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Outside... Inside

So... I don't have much to blog about these days, hence my long absence! I guess that's good, because it means our house is the way we want it to be, but it's so fun looking back on things here so I want to make sure I'm still documenting! Now that spring is here (sort of), I've been wanting to do some little things around the house. One was a deep clean, which felt really good, plus I needed to do our annual entryway/driveway power wash, and lastly to finally hang a screen door from the kitchen/dining room out to the back yard.

Home Depot sells really inexpensive, cute screen doors, so I grabbed one and was able to fit it in my car by about half an inch. It was a close call! A lot of the reviewers warned against the doors not being square, so I tried to find the one that was best aligned and was actually pretty impressed with the quality, especially for the price. 

As it turns out, the frame around the existing door isn't square at all, so having a square screen door wasn't too helpful! The door frame is a lot bigger at the top than at the bottom, so I sanded of quite a bit of the door to make it fit. I was originally going to use a planer, but the one my dad had made me nervous I was going to slice off chunks of my hand in the process, so I decided sanding with some 60 grit paper was a safer bet. Also... please excuse the iPhone pictures. My blogging absence has apparently made me very lazy.

The first step was to seal the wood. I contemplated painting it white to match the exterior, but I thought leaving it raw would bring a natural quality and tie in our wood patio furniture. I used Rustoleum clear matte spray paint to seal it, making sure to get every nook and cranny. The longest part of this project was probably covering up all of the screen (back + front). Since we don't get the newspaper delivered, I had to use tons of single sheets of paper which took forever. In the end, I did three coats of spray paint and it felt pretty well sealed.

The next step was to attach hardware. Pretty self-explanatory, but I made the mistake of buying spring-loaded hinges at first which ended up being way to strong/stiff for this light of a door. I returned them in favor of these spring-less hinges which were just barely narrow enough to fit in the space on the trim.

Three quick screws.

Next up was a simple door pull.

Then I hung it up! True to form, I got impatient and decided to hang it when John wasn't home to help me hold it. Luckily, since it's light, I was able to do it on my own :)

Since the hinges aren't spring loaded, the door doesn't stay completely shut on its own, so I grabbed a door spring to pull it back to the door frame.

Technically you're supposed to install the spring in the middle of the door where the T bar is, but because the door frame was so uneven, the door was hitting the frame at the bottom but not the top (leaving a gap up top), so I installed the spring up there. It helped quite a bit, and for the tiny sliver of space that was still open, I installed some weather stripping which you can barely see on the right.

For the few days of the year where it's nice enough to have the door open, we've really been enjoying it! I recently read that the air in our homes is about 10x more polluted than air outside (yuck), so this is one nice step towards reducing that. I've been looking into some easy ways to reduce indoor pollution and feel like we're doing pretty much everything we can be to breathe easy.

Since we were about to improve our view of the back yard, I figured we needed to make the view worth looking at! I planted some annuals and succulents, and what we already had that survived Black Thumb Bohne (aka me) from last year is also looking really good!

I also power washed all of our concrete which is soooo tedious! When I think back to the first time I did it, I've definitely learned a thing or to, like plan to be sore for three days and keep your mouth shut unless you want to snack on algae.

I also power washed some of our patio furniture while I was at it. It never would have occurred to me to do this for some reason, but a neighbor mentioned that they do it every year and it definitely made a big difference! We probably should have just taken better care of them from the beginning, but live and learn, right?

So, what spring cleaning/planting/projects have you been up to?

Thursday, February 12, 2015

The Golden Gate State

After our honeymoon last January, John and I had been thinking about where to go on our next vacation, and San Francisco has always stood out as the top contender. From what we read, we were expecting predictably unpredictable cold and rainy weather. I talked to a couple of friends who live in the area and they (plus every article written about San Francisco ever) said to wear layers because the weather can change really suddenly.

We must have been incredibly lucky because the weather was lovely the whole time! It was certainly chilly, but never cold, and it never rained. The ground was wet from time to time and it definitely got foggy, but we never needed an umbrella which was good... because I left it in the hotel room every time we went out! 

For the first time ever, I took my DSLR camera and didn't take one picture with it. The thing is, it's large. And, I was worried it was going to get rained on (even though it never rained at all). So, I weighed the cost-benefit and decided my iPhone was just going to have to cut it. Let me tell you, it was super liberating! That must sound silly, but it's tiring to have to constantly think about it. I think I enjoyed our time out and about a lot more without it!

We (I) did a lot of research before we went so we'd have our days planned in advance, mainly by geography. My preference is to always plan things around the way that we can see the most sights as efficiently as possible. Rarely do we stick to the plan--usually we end up nixing something in favor of doing something else, but it's nice to have an idea of what we'll be doing, knowing we can modify it however much we want once we get there.

Our luggage is so predictable: grey for me, UT for John.

We stayed at the Hotel Triton on Union Square and really liked it. It's a boutique hotel, and the only complaints we saw online were about the rooms being really small. Since we weren't planning on being in the room other than to sleep, size didn't matter to us as long as the bed was big! Indeed, there wasn't much space--just enough to set our luggage down... barely, but nothing we weren't prepared for.

Cute, right?!

To get around town, we bought two Muni passes which allowed us to use their public transportation as many times as we wanted. It was really mind blowing how convenient their system is. We used an app called Rover to figure out which kind of public transportation was nearest and fastest. It was free to download and worked unbelievably well. We'd tell it where we wanted to go, and it would give us some transportation options, sorted in order of which would be fastest. Once we chose one, it would tell us where to walk to catch the bus, how long the walk would take, how long the ride would take, and then where to walk to get to our destination. SO COOL. Every now and then we'd take Uber, but I think we only did it 4 or 5 times, two of which were going to and from the airport.

Another nice thing about the public transit is that it rarely dropped us off exactly where we needed to be, of course, so we got to walk around and see a lot of the shops and restaurants on our way.

This door speaks directly to my soul.

We went to the California Academy of the Sciences and really enjoyed seeing all of the exhibits, including a planetarium, aquarium, living rooftop, rainforest, and more I'm sure I can't remember.

A bush with pretty flowers outside of the CAS

Our first meal in the city was at a restaurant called Zazie that a friend of mine recommended. The food was delicious, but the best part was their back deck! It was really gorgeous and felt super cozy.

For breakfast the next morning, we went to a famous place called Mama's, and stood in line for a little over an hour waiting to be seated. It's super tiny... probably 15 tables total, and when you get inside you stand in line to order before sitting down. As you wait, you get a really great view of a lot of the food, plus you can see the guys in the kitchen making everything. We I had a pretty serious case of my eyes being bigger than my stomach... let's just say that there's a long list of menu items I could tell you about from first hand experience, and they were all delicious!! John had sourdough french toast with a lemon and butter sauce and a slice of crumb cake. I had just about everything else.

After breakfast, we walked to Coit Tower which was a pretty steep climb. Doing that after eating twice as much as I should have was kind of painful, but we made it. The hill doesn't look nearly as steep in this picture as it actually was--in person it was really kind of amazing to look at the parked cars because it seemed like they should be tipping over and rolling down the hill!

View from the top!

Coit Tower

View of the city & the Golden Gate bridge from Coit Tower

On our way back to the bus stop, we walked by this awesome little mural. At first I thought they were real! Isn't this the coolest ever? I love it.

The next stop of the day was a segway tour. Sure sure, laugh all you want, but we've learned that segway haters have usually never even been on a segway! Everyone thinks it's soooooo lame, but it's not. I stand firmly behind that. If you like fun things, like golf carts, roller blading, or really any enjoyable mode of transportation, you will love segways. People think tourists go on them to see sights, and while that was partially true for us, I was so excited to go on them again just because they're unbelievably fun. It's a moving toy.

We took an advanced tour and ended up being the only two people on it! It was amazing. I wish I had gotten a picture of our tour guide--he's really what made the tour as awesome as it was. The neat thing about this tour was that it took us all over the city, including some lookouts and just regular old streets that were suuuper steep!

Goden Gate Bridge

One super cool thing we did while on the segways was to go down Lombard Street. 100% tourist move, but hey, when in Rome, right?! It was super fun, and also hilarious because our fellow tourist onlookers were actually taking our pictures in disbelief. Lots of finger pointing and oohing and awing. We couldn't believe we weren't dying during our descent, and neither could they.

Lombard Street

We actually did Lombard Street twice because of the route we took, so we hopped off to get a picture the second time :)

Lombard Street round two

One of my favorite stops was to the Exploratorium, and unfortunately I didn't get any good pictures inside, but I did get this one random selfie ;) The Exploratorium is basically a place with tons and tons (maybe a hundred?) of hands-on exhibits, most of which teach about science, but there was also a psychology section. It's technically geared towards kids, but everything we read online said that adults loved it too, and we definitely found that to be true. It's hard to explain specific exhibits because they were truly showing some phenomena that are surprising to see in person, so I don't think words would do them justice. Suffice it to say, this is a 100% must-see if you're ever in San Fran. My jaw was on the floor a good bit of the time.

On our last day, we had planned to rent a GoCar to drive to the Golden Gate Bridge. GoCars are these little three-wheeled vehicles, and they navigate and narrate based on where you go. It sounded pretty neat, but I woke up feeling really sick on our last day and didn't have it in me to have to drive the thing, or to be in charge of the map if John was driving. So, we hopped on a bus instead, and what a better choice that was! Sight-seeing with none of the work, and I didn't have to worry about being crushed by a regular-sized vehicle.

That day was the foggiest day... see the bush receding into the background? There's a slice of a cable used on the bridge that you can look at, and it's really pretty amazing to think about how many little cables are in one large cable (27,572 if you can't see it on the sign).

Golden Gate Bridge cable

Here's a closeup of what the inside looks like.

We originally planned to walk about half way across the bridge, but it was so foggy there wasn't any point. We made it a little ways across, snapped a picture, and headed back.

Golden Gate Bridge
See the gorgeous view behind us?! Yeah, neither could we.

The landscaping near the bridge was really pretty, and I loved this patch of succulents. I'm not sure if I've just never seen so many of this kind clustered together before, but I was in love.

Since we didn't walk across the bridge, we had a lot more time on our hands than we had planned. We decided to walk around Hayes Valley which is where a macaron shop I wanted to stop in was located. Umm, yum!

After that, we actually decided to go on another segway tour, this time through the Golden Gate Park. We learned a lot of really interesting things about the history of the park, and for someone that's not too fond of history, I was surprised I stayed engaged! Turns out the park used to just be a pile of sand, and everything on/in it is man-made and man-planted--nothing is native! You'd never know from looking at it that everything was brought in from elsewhere--all of the trees are very mature, and they don't look like they were placed in a specific manner. It's a really gorgeous park and I wish I had gotten a picture. Oops. We weren't allowed to snap any while actively segwaying, but it was nice to just be in the moment enjoying the tour. My favorite part was probably going through their redwood forest at sunset. Ahhh... dreamy.

As always, we're very happy to be back home. We missed Olive like crazy, and she's actually currently under the weather. Depending on how much better she gets by tomorrow morning, we may have to make our third trip of the week to our vet. If we do, it'll mean getting some imaging done to see what's going on in her tummy. We feel so bad for her! Luckily, she seems to be in good spirits. Not quite as energetic as she usually is, but she's still happy to go on walks and she wags her tail all the time, so she doesn't seem to be in any pain. Keep your fingers crossed she gets better tonight, ok?

Thursday, January 22, 2015

One Year Later

I can hardly believe we've had Olive for an entire year! The time has really flown by, and we can't even remember what life was like without this little dog. We officially adopted her on January 22nd, 2014, I did an update on how she was doing shortly after, and the last time I blogged about her was for her 2nd birthday (yes, we threw her a party). In case you didn't remember, she came to us very afraid of pretty much everything (people, noises, cars, etc.), and today she's a totally different dog.

I'd say Olive is still pretty timid, but she has come so far. We realized that being around other dogs is the one big thing that will make her feel confident, so we try and have play time with cousin Hank, and we also drop her off for doggy play days at Taurus. It was really hard to leave her for the first time... I almost cried to be honest. Totally ridiculous, what can I say. But, now that I see how much she loves it, and how confident she feels afterwards, I'm happy to take her there.

One thing I've noticed from looking through the pictures I've taken of her is that she nearly always has a stuffed toy in her mouth. If it's not in her mouth, it's likely under her head, because she'll rarely sleep without a pillow, which I think is hysterical.

Will you be my Valentine?

Olive's typical day involves short walks, a couple rounds of fetch, naps, lots of pets, more naps, some kibble, tail wags, and... some more naps.

We still really haven't trained her to do any commands (does that make us bad parents?), but she already knew so much as far as proper behavior when we got her that we didn't feel much need. This girl LOVES to play fetch and will go and go until her legs are shaking! As soon as you pick up the ball, she takes off running assuming you'll throw it for her, then she brings it back and drops it at your feet. The perfect little fetcher.

She's a complete hoarder and likes to keep her favorite stuffies close-by.

She pretty much hates having her picture taken, which is weird since I have no idea how she'd know that that's what I'm doing. Catching her looking at me is a rare occasion... usually I just get this "I'm going to look away until you stop" face.

Sometimes, when she's feeling extra brave, she'll venture off of her regular couch cushion and come over and share the blanket with me.

This is her "I refuse to continue playing with this stuffie until you put the camera down and look away" face.

John is greeted every night at this spot on the couch. Her tail has to work overtime to wag because the cushion gets in the way, and then she builds up lots of static electricity. Hah!

As it turns out, Olive really likes cats, but doesn't seem to understand that they're not dogs. She'll almost pounce on them, trying to say she wants to play, and then they'll get spooked and run off. The one exception to that is this cat, who we call El Gato Loco, because he's just crazy enough to stick around and see what Olive will do to him. Usually, after they greet each other, El Gato Loco will lie down and roll around on his back while Olive gives him a good sniff.

Possibly my favorite picture of Olive ever was during her first bath. She looks like a pathetic little puppy. She's good at putting on these sad eyes when she's not actually very sad. When I posted this to Instagram, I included "#thatsnotmyarm" which a lot of people thought was funny. Turns out, this is a pretty popular hashtag. Check it out.


She's also a great passenger. She loves to get in the car and go to my dad's or my in-laws' house. You can barely see that she has a little matching leash that anchors her to the back seat. She can just barely get her paws on the center console, but can't go any farther.

What kind of dog would she be if she didn't have a healthy love of de-stuffing her stuffies?

Because she has such long fur when she's not shaved, we've learned we have to trim underneath her paws to avoid sticker burr insanity.

"Thanks for giving me Carl the Crawfish, Aunt Steph!" (yes, I oftentimes speak for Olive)

The first time we really shaved her down for the summer, I was completely shocked at how small she was under all that fur!

John rolls around on the floor with her like he's a dog. Everrrry now and then, when she's lucky, he'll crawl. Bahaha


Brave girl sitting on the other side of the couch.

See? Such a good little passenger!


Hi Cousin Hank!

"Mommm, enough pictures already."

Gosh we love her!

Oh, and when a stuffie isn't around to use as a pillow, she'll make due with a metal lamp base.

The rescue group that we got Olive from had a reunion, and would you believe that Olive's daughter was there? It's hard to imagine, but this is them seeing each other for the first time in about a year. Bailey is bigger, and clearly blonder, but that's Olive's baby none the less!

At that same reunion, there was a sweet lady who literally started crying when she realized who Olive was. Initially, she didn't recognize her since she was behaving so confidently! That completely made my day. Heck, it made my week!


It's true that a picture is worth a thousand words. Here we have Cousin Hank, totally relaxed and rolling around hardly paying attention, and we have Olive, slightly paralyzed and not knowing where to look to avoid me. Ha!

I've said it before and I'll say it again: if this is how much I love my dog, it's pretty hard to imagine how much I'd love a little human! Disclaimer: no need to worry about that for a loooong time.