8 Things Not to Do As a Guest In Someone’s House

It’s easy to think that everyone treats their home the same way you treat yours, but that’s not a safe assumption to make. It’s always best to err on the side of overly polite when you visit someone. There are things that you may do that drive the person you’re visiting crazy, but they’re too polite to mention it.

Here are some things to not do when visiting someone else’s home:

1. Do not go to the side door, back door or door from the garage to the house. Especially if it’s your first time at someone’s house. Go directly to the front door. This is the main entrance to the house and the place where you’ll typically find the doorbell and welcome mat. When you’ve reached the back/garage door entry point with a family, you’ll know. Also, the last thing you want to do is stand in the rain at someone’s back door because they’re upstairs and can’t hear you knock, but are listening for the doorbell.

2. Do not take more than 2 steps into someone’s home without asking if they’d like you to remove your shoes. I say two steps because that’s far enough to close the door behind you but doesn’t typically get you off the rug or tile at the door and onto carpet. This goes for any flooring choices. We have all solid flooring on our first floor and you still aren’t allowed to wear shoes in my house. If the hosts says not to worry about it, then don’t. But if they’re a shoes-off house like mine, they will truly appreciate it. Continue reading

Our “Starter” Home 3 Years Later

Last week our dishwasher finally kicked the bucket… more like filled the bucket I guess. It still washed and rinsed and made a racket, but those functions became accompanied by a giant puddle in the kitchen floor. We had no idea how old the dishwasher was, but we finally pulled the trigger on replacing the last major appliance in our house. (The LAST one guys! No more hand-me-down appliances!)

We just passed the 3-year mark on signing our names on all of the paperwork required to make our house well… ours. And becoming landlords for a couple of months. Which makes today a great day to participate in the Starter Stories project that Compass is doing. Compass is a technology-drive real estate platform that aims to make buying, selling or renting a home (in New York City or D.C. so far) intelligent and seamless. I think they should branch out to Cleveland.

Brad and I marveled over the quietness of our new stainless steel Whirlpool and the length of time that we’ve actually been homeowners. When we bought this house, we bought it with an 8-10 year plan and a desire to do very little work to it. [And God laughed.] Continue reading

Cooking With Wine

Wine is bottled poetry.

Robert Louis Stevenson

When we bought our house, the previous owners has a Tuscan/Wine theme running from the kitchen through the dining room. We attacked the dining room before we even moved in because… well yellow. We recently made a few small additions to the dining room but the biggest project that’s been lingering was the kitchen.

BEFORE

Although still a bit wine-y, the kitchen was anything but poetry. Here are the photos from the real estate company’s listing: Here’s what it looked like after we first moved in:

 

THE PROCESS Continue reading

The Harry Potter Bathroom

Our second bathroom is in the basement. It’s a small, but very handy room with a sink, a toilet and a huge shower. It happens to be underneath of the stairs. Because it’s a “room under the stairs,” it was nicknamed the “Harry Potter Bathroom” by my aunt.

A room under the stairs

We loved the location of the basement bathroom since we have a bar/pub-style basement, when we’re hanging out down there, it’s convenient and there is direct access from the back door, down six stairs to get to it… which means it’s accessible for guests at outdoor gatherings without them needing to take off their shoes and hike up a floor and a half to use the bathroom.

The photo from the house listing, they had a sailing/pirate theme

Convenience aside, there was one thing wrong and one thing creepy about the bathroom:

Help me carry this fridge downstairs…weekend report

We had a busy weekend and I have to share it with you and I have to start at the beginning.

Friday

My best friend (who isn’t Brad) moved a few weeks ago. We lived 10 minutes away from each other in high school, we went to college more than an hour apart, then eventually we ended up 10 minutes away from each other for two years. But now she and her husband are settling into their new home… which is an hour away again! It’s a big adjustment because there are no spur of the moment weekend breakfast dates with them or text messages that say, “We’re in the mood for Mexican, want to meet us?”

We went over to their place on Friday night and had a nice time. It was clear that our husbands miss each other too.

Friday night was also pod change night, so I placed a new pod on my stomach and when the canula inserted, it made a strange sound, but everything kind of looked okay and the pod and PDM didn’t indicate a problem. Then a rather quick upward trend made me realize that I wasn’t receiving insulin… and it kind of hurt. I made the call to remove the pod and use my emergency purse pod. When I pulled off the weird pod the reason became apparent… the needle that deploys the canula, did not retract!

I had a fairly large gauge needle in my stomach instead of the flexible plastic tube it was supposed to leave behind. The silver color of the needle in that tiny window looked like it could have been the blue canula. This has never happened to me before. I really hope it never happens to me again either.

Needle on the left and canula on the right.

It might be tough to see, but the pod pictured on the right is the way a pod looks when I remove it (and fold up the adhesive). That blue thing is the canula, or tiny tube, that goes 6.5 millimeters into my body and gives me insulin. The pod on the left never retracted the insertion needle. Ouch!

Saturday Continue reading