The First in the Deck Series

Our most recent DIY experience through the process.

Out With The Old, In With The New

Gotta love a new beginning, right?

Peppermint Shortage

Just a funny afternoon.

Coffeyville, KS

I loved this experience so much that I had to write about it. Then, through e-mails it spread to Coffeyville itself.

Photo Restoration

I had a lot of fun with this "old school" photo. It turned out too cool to not blog about it.

Kitchen Remodel (part one)

This is the first of a nine-part series documenting the remodel of our 50-year-old kitchen in our 100-year-old home!

Kitchen Remodel (part three)

So far for the kitchen renovations blogs I've covered the tiling of the floor, the removal of wallpaper, and the enclosing of two unnecessary doorways and one window. I also covered the drywalling and texturing of the ceiling in a previous blog a few months ago under the title 'Ceiling' is a Funny Word. Today, I'll show you the chimney and the pot rack. The first photo here shows the chimney as it looked after the removal of the wallpaper and after we primered the rest of the walls. One original thought we had was to tear away at the plaster and expose the brick underneath but to do it only in sections. We've seen this in a multitude of places and I always have liked the old effect that it gives with the multiple mediums. However, I drove the claw end of the hammer into the plaster over and over again until I finally started to see brick. It was not an easy process and it would have taken forever to get it all cleaned off in sections. So, we scrapped that idea in favor of having Jodi tile it with our wide selection of broken tile.

I was glad to finally have a use for this broken tile as we had moved it three times. If you've ever had to move large amounts of tile, you know that it's no fun. Add to that that the tile was broken already, so it's foreseen value was easy to be seen as zero. The tile came from a flooring store on West Battlefield. We asked them to toss their broken tile into a crate that we provided instead of tossing it into the dumpster. They agreed and said that they would call when it was full. In no time, they called and luckily they were gracious enough to use the forklift to pick up the crate and set it into the back of my truck. As much as my truck audibly contested the tiles placement it still managed to get it home alright. That was when we lived in an apartment. We moved from there into a house and painstakingly moved the tile again, but without the assistance of a forklift this time. We sat on it the entire time we lived there and then packed it up again for the trip to our current home. The guys helping us move were none too happy about the prospect of possibly throwing out there backs for a bunch of seemingly useless and extremely heavy buckets of what most people would consider garbage.

Despite this hardship that the tile burdened us with over a couple years we still managed to hold on to it amidst the laughter of some. In the second photo you can see Jodi's start on tiling up the side of the chimney. I still wasn't sure about the whole idea being a good one until this point. Once this small section came together I could finally see what Jodi had had in her head for some time. You can also see the country blue walls that we tried out but quickly discovered was not the color we were looking for.

In the next photo you can see the finished product with the black grout. After that is the pot rack that we built. Never mind the half-way done chimney tile project behind it. Apparently, my story blogging isn't always done on a linear time line. Anyway, we forgot to take photos of it during the building process so I only have the finished product photo. It's simply made out of dowel rods, 2x4's, some scrap 1/4" plywood, and S-hooks. It was cheaper to build this than to purchase one. The biggest benefit to building it, though, was having the ability to move the hooks. Everyone I saw in stores and online were seriously lacking in both the quantity of hooks and their ability to move them around on the frame.

Stay tuned for the next installment of "Kitchen Remodel" where I'll be covering DEMOLITION (spoken like a tractor pull radio advertising announcer), window installation, wiring, plumbing, and drywalling. If that will all fit in one blog. Ciao.

Continued on Part Four.

Kitchen Remodel (part two)


With the floor tiled, grouted, and sealed, as seen in this first photo, it was time to move on to something else and yet take a moment to enjoy and appreciate a real floor that the 5-second rule can apply on. The next project in here wouldn't come for a while. But, when it did it was actually just part of the salon/studio project. It was covering up the original back door and hallway door.

Originally the house had 4 doorways and 2 doorway-sized windows in the kitchen. Apparently, people in 1909 didn't have cabinets and counter space like people must have now. To make things worse, someone pre-1950 decided to shorten the massive dining room by creating a awkwardly configured hallway/storage closet. They added yet another doorway to the kitchen to pull this off thus giving it a ridiculous amount of doorways at an astounding 5. So, by covering up two of these we managed to create enough space for a proper modern kitchen layout.

Included in the new layout was also a large custom built hood vent that would actually blow the air outside instead of simply recirculating all the smoke and grease and blowing it in your face as you cook. This new layout had no room for the 7-foot window that stood on the east side of the room. We really didn't like the idea of taking it out, though, since it was our only source of natural light. We were comforted, however, when we reminded ourselves that the darkness was only temporary and that someday in the future we would open up the south wall and install a new window above where the sink would be going.

You can see in the photo progression that the window removal was completed in an afternoon complete with the future-needed vent tube.

That's all I have time for today. Coming up next is the chimney and pot rack projects. So stay tuned... Part Three.

Kitchen Remodel (part one)

I was trying to remember the date when we started working on the kitchen in our house so that I could lay out a time frame to give perspective on how long we've been dealing with this end of our renovation. The more I thought about it the further the date went into the past. It felt wrong to discount everything that we have done in months past in preparation for what we have accomplished in this month simply because those particular hurdles were not nearly as climactic. So, the story of our kitchen renovation goes back so far that I'm going to have to break up the blog a bit and spread it out over the course of a few posts. I could probably give you the nutshell version of everything and like good little impatient fast-food only Americans you will be satisfied. However, if you know me at all, you know that I am never handing out nutshell versions of anything. If I tell you I'm hungry it's usually in enough words that could fill the pages of some of the smaller paperback novels.

The kitchen renovation began shortly after we bought the house in February of '07 and has been part of our lives ever since. I don't think that there has been a single moment in all of that time where we have not had at least one tool taking up residence in this room. The reality is that there has been a constant flow of building materials, tools, paints, broken tile, and household items (that have no business in a kitchen) that has been circulating through use and unuse and finding temporary placement in a room that is commonly the most used room in a house. It would be a gross understatement to say that it has been inconvenient and well more accurately stated as a test of our sanity, patience, and claims that we actually enjoy this sort of thing.


From the first photo you can see how dated everything was. This photo was taken on Dec. 4, 2006 while we were looking at the house with our realtor. Note: Jodi (eight months pregnant) is dark in this photo only from the shadow formed by the flash hitting the wide-angle lens. Just in case you cared to know. Let me give you the official tour. Let's start with the ceiling that had large sections of (most certainly) lead paint peeling off and ominously threatening to land in some innocent person's food when they turned their back. Then there was the bottle collection left behind by a previous tenant who clearly assumed that the next home owner would share his/her appreciation for such a random selection of cheap liquor containers. Next comes the walls sporting their beautiful wall paper that someone proudly installed at some point in history. I apologize now to this person for we couldn't wait to remove your handiwork. The cabinets weren't too awful except that they had no backs to them, they were always filling up with pieces of plaster and drywall dust when we were working on something nearby, they seemed to have been built by someone who kept in mind that mice need to eat too, and half the doors were extremely hard to open due to the misplacement of the latches.
So, yeah, I guess that they were pretty awful. The floor was 12" x 12" laminate tiles that I can only hope someone got for free, because what a waste of money otherwise. There was hardwood under those hideous tiles, but it would've cost a small fortune to refinish it since the installers of the laminate tile thought that it would be a good idea to use that hardwood as their base to stick the tar paper to. The tar paper can be seen in the next photo (taken 3/3/07) as well as the bare plaster walls.

The last photo was taken while tiling the floor in June '07. We managed to successfully continue to use all the appliances by staging out the process and moving them around. This wasn't fun, but it was exciting to get rid of nasty tar paper floor. The floor quickly came together and in a few days it was complete.

To be continued... Part Two.

Bad for Business


It's not every day that standing in the water aisle at the grocery store makes me laugh, so I knew as I was laughing out loud and receiving puzzled sideways looks from other shoppers that this would inevitably become a blog. It's only proper anyway since so much time has passed since my last entry. You all must think that things have been very boring around my house for me to not find anything worth writing about. But, that's simply not the case. It's rarely boring around my house.

So, I'm looking for some distilled water to purchase at the local PriceCutter right up the road and I find the water seen in this photo. If you haven't already laughed then let me either remind you or just come out and tell you depending on whether or not you've seen the movie Erin Brockovich. Ms. Brockovich is a single mom of three who finds herself working as a file clerk at a small law firm in the early nineties. She stumbles across a pro bono case (a legal case done at no cost to the client, not to be confused with a small box that campaigns for the lead singer of U2) that is dealing with several families that have been ill due to drinking their well water. All these people lived around a PG&E (Pacific Gas & Electric) plant that had been polluting the groundwater with rust inhibitor that contained Chromium 6. The town that these folks lived in was Hinkley, California.

Erin Brockovich won several awards and was nominated for many others. This was no small movie so I was curious as to why a company would make such a mistake in choosing a name without researching where else it might already have been used. That's when a closer look taught me that the company has been around since 1888. So, then I'm thinking, "What must have these guys felt when they saw the movie?" Then I'm thinking, "WAIT! 1888?! Come on! Who was buying bottled water in the nineteenth century? But that's what their website says. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me. It's at HinckleySprings.com.

Recipe for Disaster


A little over a week ago I decided to get inventive in the kitchen. I've had experiences in this manner where creativity turned out to be a discovery of a good thing and a couple times the turn out even became a new favorite dish. However, this go 'round wasn't so prosperous as with previous adventures.

My line of thinking was that many people put lemon juice on fish to give it a slight zesty flavor. Commonly this is on fried fish but I wasn't in the mood to break out the Fry Daddy so I decided to see what would happen to skillet grilled fish. I took this thinking even further away from the safety of the norm when I spotted our bag of grapefruits. I thought, "Hey, I like grapefruit." So, I substituted the ruby red citrus goodness for the little bottle of lemon juice and thought that I was on to something big. This may have turned out pretty good if maybe I had squirted a little grapefruit juice on the fish while it was in the pan. But, I was on a creative roll. How could I possibly do what was expected of me. No, I would impress everyone with my culinary skills and do something abstract!

I sliced the grapefruit and placed it atop the fish while it was cooking, thinking that, like chicken, most of the flavor of the grapefruit wouldn't permeate the surface of the meat. Here's your chance to show off, readers. Raise your hand if you know that fish is more porous of a meat than chicken. Well, I wasn't so aware of it.

The wife came home and dinner was served. I was excited to find out what kind of life I had managed to inject into such a boring dinner otherwise but all my hopes of starting my own pay-per-view cooking show were crushed when the first bite hit my tongue. The back corners of my mouth twisted with a speed reminiscent to my first ever dual squirt of liquid Warheads. And, that is saying something because I like grapefruit a lot.

The wife tried to salvage the moment and quickly compliment my cooking, but the boy couldn't lie and neither could his twisted face. His reaction to the fish's taste was only outperformed by the horror of the realization that he was going to be forced to choke it all down in order to gain the ability to leave the table. We, instead, gave him the option to have a couple corn dogs, an offer he just couldn't refuse.

So, let my misfortune be a lesson to all those that read this: Grapefruit was not meant to be a marinade. This has been "Cooking With Levi". Until next time ... (in unison with the live audience) HAPPY COOKING!!

'Ceiling' is a Funny Word


One of the more recent improvements to our home was giving the kitchen a new ceiling. As you can see from the attached photos we had some very prominent problems with our kitchen ceiling and some not so noticeable. Among the obvious problems were the two patched holes in the ceiling.

The first hole, closer to the center of the room, was created by my foot. Rewind close to two years and you would find a bathroom that had been completely gutted down to open framing and floor joists. The original bathroom was gross and had busted pipes in the floor from the home being unattended during the ice storm of '07, so we had no choice but to do a full renovation of the room before we would move into the house. I managed to get the entire room properly demolished, cleaned out, re-plumbed, and re-wired all while balancing on floor joists. Ironically, it was when I was installing the last section of floor that I accidentally missed a joist and stepped down on the lathe and plaster that made up the ceiling of the kitchen below me. It broke and buckled underneath me but didn't give completely thankfully as I would've ended up creating an unnecessary elevator shaft in a hurry while testing it out without the elevator.

The other hole along the wall came from stupidity and not from an unavoidable accident like its predecessor. This hole was cut by me and on purpose. One day, not long after getting the bathroom completed (or completed enough to move in) my plumbing sprung a leak. Jodi yelled at me from the kitchen when it began to rain in there without a single warning from any one of our many local meteorologists. I quickly ran down to the basement and shut the main water valve off so that it would stop no matter where it was coming from. I thought for sure that it was a pipe that I put in the bathroom and now it was covered up with a 3/4" plywood sub-floor, a 1/2" Hardibacker cement board underlay, roughly 1/16" hardened thin-set mortar, a 1/4" of ceramic tile, and finally 36" of bathroom cabinets. There was no way that I could get back in there to fix it from the top. I would have to come in from underneath. So, away I went with a hammer, crowbar, and jigsaw. I opened up a pretty long section so that I could see almost all of the plumbing that I did along the wall where the leak seemed to be coming from. But, I didn't see anything obvious causing the leak. Upon turning the water back on to spot the exact source of the problem, I realized that the water was not coming from inside the floor but from above in the bathroom itself. I went upstairs and almost immediately saw the problem upon opening up the cabinet to the left sink. One of my thin plastic water lines that feed the sink had popped off the connection point due to not having the nut tight enough. Oops. I tightened it up and the problem was solved. Except for the second big hole in the kitchen ceiling.

Well, my dad helped me lay drywall over the top of the plaster some weeks ago which gave us a flat ceiling again. I finally got the mudding, sanding, and primering done. And then Daniel Sybouts came by and he showed me how to wallpaper a ceiling. It looks really great and I can't wait to see the finished product after it's all painted. We're going to give it a faux-finish to make it appear to be a tin ceiling. It's hard to tell from the photos, but the wallpaper is textured with a classy design similar to what tin ceilings would have. And pay no attention to the color of the photo. The paper as well as the globes of the light are white but there was no way to get them to look white and still show the definition of the pattern at the same time.

The light came to us for free. It was donated to our church for the "Pass It On" program that gives Christmas gifts away to area residents who might otherwise not have anything to give to their loved ones. All the pieces to the light fixture were there in a box, but the thing was so mangled from having been loose that the church didn't even set it out among the gifts to choose from. Rather, they were going to donate it to Habitat for Humanity or somewhere that might repair it. Jodi volunteered for the "Pass It On" event and when she asked about it they gave it to her. With some tightening up and leveling out and bending back the inner rod to a straight position it looks beautiful.

Inexcused Absence


Where do I begin? Sorry for the extended absence over the last month or so. Things are definitely different around my house. It's been awesome! I have really loved getting up and taking Jacob to school as usual and then getting to work on my business rather than someone else's business. It's been an amazing experience so far and I look forward to what we have coming up. We've been able to accomplish many things that we've just not had the time for previously. I've also really enjoyed the family time. I haven't been able to spend this much time with Jacob and Lyric ever.

Speaking of Jacob and Lyric. Lyric turned two years old yesterday! He really had fun with the whole birthday thing. And, Jacob will turn nine years old the day after tomorrow! Nine! His last year of single digit age. I'm proud of them both.

Over the next couple of weeks, I intend to get you guys caught up on my home projects. I don't want to just generalize what I've been doing, so instead of listing it all out for you here on this blog, I'll spread it out a little so that I can properly show the before and after photos. So stay tuned.

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