I am trying to sell my house and I need to do some light remodeling. How much do you think it would cost to do the following:
- Stain 850 square feet of hardwood floors.
- Add a laundry/utility room on to the back of the house.
- 50 square feet of porcelain tile.
- Paint around 1000 square feet worth of walls.
- Scrape the popcorn ceiling.
- Lay new sod in my backyard (200 square feet)
If anyone can answer any of these, it can be just an estimate, but I would really appreciate it.
I am getting ready to lay some laminate flooring. I am going to replace the bueatiful parquet flooring the previous owners left in the dining room and the linoleum tiles placed over the linoleum sheet floor in the attached kitchen!! (The previous sentence was written with sarcasm!!)
I have removed the parquet and both layers of linoleum, and was left with the subfloor covered in dry glue where the parquet was and what looks like floor leveler where the linoleum was. The glue for the parquet is some what even but coarse, the “floor leveler” is cracked and big pieces are missing sporadically around floor where it came up with the flooring.
I was wondering how even the floor has to be for the laminate? I am going to be putting down padding, but want to make sure I don’t have boards that sink when you walk on them. If you do recomend me removing the filler and the glue, what do you think I should use?
Thanks.
I read that if installing HARDIBACKER, we have to lay thinset on the subfloor and then screw it to the subfloor. If the subfloor is wood, won’t the thinset cause the wood to get moist and possible rot over time? Also if the SUBFLOOR is like a deck made above the ground, just being held with 2×4’s, what size hardibacker should we use, 1/4 or 1/2? If this is the case and appliances are being rolled over this area and it’s got the wood plank, then the hardibacker with screws (no thinset under the hardibacker) then the thinset motar to hold the TRAVERTINE tiles in place. Won’t the tile crack?
……….Two figures dressed as opposed to one another as if to represent purity and malevolence lay sprawled on the marble-tiled floor, blood trickled from their wounded bodies……
alright so i’ve never written anything before, and i just had this random thought and decided to write it down. please give me any suggestions or comments. no mean ones please! thanks. enjoy.
Prologue
They had been waiting their whole lives for this mission. The fate of the entire land rested on their shoulders. There were three of them, if there had been any more and they would have been discovered, if there had been any less and they wouldn’t have been able to get the job done.
The first man held his breath as a guard turned the corner. The three of them were highly adept at disguising themselves, and they blended right in with the shadows. They winced as a putrid smell hit their nostrils; it figured that Malengar had chosen to use gorgs as guards.
Gorgs were among the foulest creatures to walk the land of Onajetta. They could grow up to eight feet tall, although most of them were only about six. Their skin was rough and served as their armor. It ranged in color from midnight blue to black. Their oily, at loss for a better word, hair was usually black, but occasionally white. They gloried in decay and darkness, and were definitely useful because of their strength, not intelligence.
The gorg passed by and the three of them let out a collective breath. The first man nodded and they crept along the hallway, stopping only when another guard came by.
The three of them knew the layout of the castle by heart. They knew when the guards changed shifts, all of the guards’ names, and which of the guards were gullible enough to let them by.
They had been creeping along for some time when the first man stopped. They had reached a simple wooden door that nobody would look twice at. It was guarded by two gorgs but that wasn’t unusual, most of the castle was. But behind this door, lay Malengar’s greatest weapon, and the thing the three of them were after.
The first man turned and nodded at the girl behind him. He didn’t hear her as she crept around the corner and into the gorgs’ line of vision, but he knew she had moved. The gorgs stared at her, waiting to see if she was a threat. She smiled wickedly, front flipped forward and slammed her fists into the ground. The gorgs cries were silenced as the walls around them caved in.
The two men leaped around the corner and over to the door. The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of shimmery powder. He blew it onto the door and whispered a few nonsense words. There was a small click, and the door swung open. The second man smiled as they cautiously stepped through the doorway. They were quite sure that the treasure was guarded with more than just gorgs.
The room was tiled, and in the center of the room, on a large pedestal, sat the thing they had come for. The two men stepped back as the girl stepped up to the edge of the tiled ring. She studied it for a long while.
“We haven’t got all day.” The second man hissed, just as the girl noticed a slight discoloration in certain tiles all the way around the pedestal. The girl grinned and hopped onto the first discolored tile. Nothing happened. She continued hopping all the way around until she had reached the edge of the pedestal. She could feel the magic emanating from the pedestal and she pulled out the same powder that the second man had used to open the door. She blew on the pedestal and waited for the click. It never came.
“Well you all certainly came farther than I expected you to.” The three of them whipped around. A man came out of the shadows and the first man cursed himself for not noticing. The man was still partly hidden in the shadows and all you could see were his cruel black eyes, glittering in the darkness. “So, how is Aindiel?” The three of them remained silent.
“So you’re not going to speak? Fine, I will. Did you really think you would get away? That you could possibly hoodwink the greatest sorcerer of all time? I am the king!”
“You will never be king!” The girl snarled. “Not as long as Aindiel still breathes.”
“SILENCE!” Malengar yelled, coming out of the shadows fully. He had black hair and a black beard to match his black heart. He was tall and broad in stature, and a very intimidating man. “Aindiel is as good as dead. The alliance of the men, elves, and dwarves is over. The time of change is upon us!”
“You were defeated once Malengar!” The second man cried out. “Prepare to be defeated again.” Malengar turned his attention to the two men and the girl seized the opportunity. She grabbed what they had come for, spun around and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Malengar screamed in fury and his hands glowed red as the power coursed through his veins.
“YOU – LOST – ME – MY – BOOK!” Malengar thundered, his hands slashed through the air, leaving the two men on the floor, he stormed from the room. He entered his quarters and called for the general of his armies.
“You called my lord?” The man asked, bowing low to the ground.
“Prepare your armies.” Malengar
I know marriage takes work and I am trying so hard. But I am just sick and tired of the stupidity at times.
Just the other night we light the fireplace. Well it was late at night and I had to be to work the next morning and the fireplace was still glowing red hot. We left it and went to bed. The next day there was some ashes on the tile in front of the fireplace and it stayed there all day. Well the next day (today) I noticed a bath towel placed over it from my wife and I didnt have time to do anything since I had to go. Well I come home for lunch and she is sitting there watching tv while the baby is down for a nap. Our baby is about 15 month by the way. But on the table is a note asking me to clean up the area in front of the fireplace. I say to myself in my mind what in the hell is this and think to myself just to stay calm. I ask her I see you have a note for me to clean the tiles in front of the fireplace. I then say ” Is there any reason you didnt do it today?” She responds and says that she wasnt the one who lit the fireplace so why should she clean it? I responded and said that it would of taken you less time to run a mop across the 4 large tiles to clean the ashes then to write a note and use a good bath towel to lay across the ashes. She then starts with her excuse that she didnt make the mess so….
After hearing that I could feel my veins getting bigger and thought that was the most pathetic excuse to be lazy I have heard in a while. I started getting frustrated and told her that you live here to. I said maybe I then should only clean up the mess I make and leave everything else alone.
I work full time of 40+ hours a week. She works part time 3-7 M-F and sits at the front desk of a business where she really does nothing but play cards. I told her it would be nice if she would just spend 1 hour a day to just straighten and do some light cleaning.
I am tired of the laziness. She wont cook, will barely clean, asks me to take our daughter a bath at night, make her dinner, etc. She will make her something real quick and then sit in front of the tv and down an oversized meal and then complain about how the baby weight stuck and she has gained to much weight.
Ok so we are refinishing my grandmothers basement. One half of the basement was previously used as a bedroom and has tile flooring put down the other half is just concrete. She wants to lay carpet on the side with concrete and I need help figuring out what type of carpet padding I should be looking at and about what the price range would be. The space is 14 x 17. Thank you ahead of time!
whenever i do things everything have to be perfect.
like when i eat say I’m eating cereal, like the amount that i eat has to be even in my mouth like i have to have two pieces on the left side and two on the right. When im walking its the same if its a tile floor my feet have o be even on the tiles and stuff.
Getting sleep is hard for me because i will just lay awake all night and just think about everything, which often makes me think of the negatives of everything like mine and my boyfriends relationship up and downs and i tend to get depressed. I just feel like its taking over my life and its annoying.
is there anything i can do?
if i were to go to the doctor would they be able to do anything?
i dont want counseling or therapy. 
thanks.
I just kinda wrote it on a whim. It doesn’t relate to me at all.
Notebook
The notebook lay open, going untouched.
The girl walks away from her one comfort.
The notebook was always her best friend when times were hard.
The only thing that could understand her.
The only thing that went without criticism.
It didn’t tell her to find help.
It only listened.
Listening is the greatest medicine to pain.
But instead, most people think advice is the best cure.
Other people don’t understand exactly what is going on.
Nor will they ever understand.
It is your pain, and your pain alone.
The girl walks back to the notebook, then next day.
She feels empty.
Or worse, used.
She pucks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
She walks to her desk, and finds her hidden razor blade.
She had turned to cutting, the most painful of methods.
She walks back to her notebook.
She slices up her arm, and lets the blood run free.
It drips onto the clean, white pages of the trusting notebook.
She hides the razor blade, and walks away.
Pretending like nothing’s happened.
Someone knew something was wrong.
They looked in her notebook, only to find white paper.
Nothing written.
Only a few words, here or there, that was cut off mid sentence.
After turning a few pages, they begin to see a couple of red spots.
More and more red spots, until it is the only thing on the now red page.
They start screaming, screaming and running.
The run into the bathroom, only to see her lifeless body on the tile.
The white tile, now red.
Stains that never disappear.
Red water everywhere. Running out of the room, down the hall.
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
And that’s the end. It’s supposed to cut off like that. My friend didn’t understand it at first, so I’ll tell you the reason of the ending in case you didn’t understand.
The part that says
She picks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
Then the end,
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
It cut off mid sentence. Get it?
Sorry, I was thinking of people who wouldn’t get it like my friend. If you already understood it, I hope you didn’t read all that. Anyways, what do you think?
I have a guy leveling a floor in my downstairs bathroom so that I can put down tiles. We had bags on mortar left and he is using that but I think the home depot lady said we couldn’t use that. Is this true? It is laying it on cement to level it out.