Girl with the Pink Toolbelt

YAY!  Good times.  So I had my two year home inspection a couple of weeks ago.  You know what that means?  MY HOUSE IS 2 YEARS OLD!  Shut the front door!  That also means that there are two years worth of problems to fix because they are still under warranty.  After this, everything is on MY DIME.  Yowsa! Since I've been spending quite a bit of time in my garage lately, I've noticed a couple spots of mold on the walls.  Unfortunately I didn't grab any photos of that before hand, but let me tell you- it was MOLDY.  Big moldy spots the size of basketballs.  Thank god I was breathing THAT in for lord only knows how long . Well the drywall guy came the other day, thinking that it wasn't too big of a deal, just a patch and repair- cut it out and be done with it.  Little did he know..... BIG MOLD PROBLEM.  Lovely. 

Well hello there.  I'd like to introduce myself.  I'm Kristi.  And you are?  HAHA.  I feel like I haven't written in weeks!  That's probably because I haven't.  I've been ridiculously busy.  We've had events every weekend since the middle of August so my mind hasn't been on blogging (never mind on doing projects).  But this past weekend that changed!  Woo hoo- guess who's baccccccckkkkkkk????

Like all of you, I remember exactly where I was when word spread of the terrorist attacks.  I was at college in Miami, finishing one class and going into another.  People were everywhere, crying and hugging each other as I walked out of the classroom.  My next teacher canceled class and told us to go to our dormrooms.  At that point- the reality of what was happening had not set in as it was still unknown what was really going on.  Back in my dorm, my roommate Melissa and I stood there staring at the TV.  I don't remember if we watched the plane hitting the second tower live or if it was already being replayed at this point as almost everything from that day is fuzzy.  We watched that TV for hours and if we said anything it was just "Oh my god.  Oh my god." over and over again.  Many of our friends from school were from NY and seeing and hearing them try to get in touch with their family and friends was heartbreaking.   As we watched both towers crumbling to the ground,