<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948</id><updated>2011-10-21T09:53:21.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>insideEricsHead</title><subtitle type='html'>I started this thing to track the first few years of home-ownership. From the initial purchase through the first year (or two) of living there.  All the ups, downs, and bills that come with the experience.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111751570917671141</id><published>2005-05-31T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:01:49.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still moving stuff</title><summary type='text'>Just like in the real world, I'm still 'unpacking' things from my old site to this new home. I imagine that most people are seeing this new site for the first time today as I've cross-posted this entry to both sites. For those checking my Blogger journal, know that this will be the last post I make here - from now on everything will be gathered together at insideericshead.com.So far I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111751570917671141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111751570917671141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-moving-stuff.html' title='Still moving stuff'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111579254714590834</id><published>2005-05-10T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:22:27.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world around us</title><summary type='text'>The world is an amazing place. I encourage everyone to get out there and explore it.I have just returned from an incredible weekend in San Francisco, California, where I had the chance to experience the wonderful west coast culture... but that's another post altogether. What I'm writing about tonight is the differences in housing from place to place to place. As you can see from the photo above, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111579254714590834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111579254714590834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-around-us.html' title='The world around us'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111475195356472171</id><published>2005-04-28T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:20:54.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six months!</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that I've been here six months - to the day today - already. Time has certainly flown by. Looking around the neighbourhood, things have changed quite a bit. With the warmer weather here (more or less), construction has started up again all around me. Foundations are being dug behind me; the townhouses across from me are almost finished now; homes along the surrounding streets are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111475195356472171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111475195356472171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/04/six-months.html' title='Six months!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111397316647308153</id><published>2005-04-19T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:00:17.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought eMail spam was bad?</title><summary type='text'>Who needs a mailbox these days? I think my day would be more productive if I put a garbage bag at the front door instead... at least it'd save me the trouble of throwing out every little piece of junk mail I find tucked in my door frame, door knob, or even taped to the door itself. Apparently, buying a new home is like a giant neon “please try to sell me stuff” sign, blinking away day after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111397316647308153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111397316647308153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-you-thought-email-spam-was-bad.html' title='And you thought eMail spam was bad?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111216241934782007</id><published>2005-03-29T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:00:34.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no Robin Hood, but...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for this being so short, but (a.) I need my sleep; and (b.) I didn't want to go two weeks without posting!Let this photo be a warning to anyone coming to my place - and going into the basement - from now on. I have put up my old dartboard... right next to the bottom of the stairs. While my aim isn't that bad, I can't promise the same accuracy from any of friends. So, if you're coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111216241934782007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111216241934782007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-no-robin-hood-but.html' title='I&apos;m no Robin Hood, but...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111086267395264137</id><published>2005-03-15T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:10:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first carpet stain</title><summary type='text'>Why must I love mustard and why must smoked meat go so well with it? Why, out of everything I was carrying, must it have been the “doggy bag” from dinner that crashed to the floor. And opened. And spilled out. Onto the ground. And why did that one piece of mustard covered smoked meat find its way to the carpet and not stay on the tile like all its friends?&lt;sigh&gt;It had to happen eventually, In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111086267395264137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111086267395264137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-carpet-stain.html' title='My first carpet stain'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-111033764603573775</id><published>2005-03-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:55:56.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the new "black" then?</title><summary type='text'>Below is a photo of my kitchen (long awaited, I know). However, I'm not here tonight to talk about my kitchen. In fact, I'm here to talk about my “great room” (aka: family room)... or more specifically, what is not in my great room. You see, Ikea has failed me.“What?!”, you exclaim in disbelief.Yes, it's true. The Swedish grandfather of entry-level and university/dorm furniture everywhere could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111033764603573775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/111033764603573775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-is-new-black-then.html' title='What is the new &quot;black&quot; then?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110858029801158077</id><published>2005-02-22T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T08:24:08.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy in bulk and... waste?</title><summary type='text'>Let me start by saying that I've been very good about not eating fast food/take-away every meal, every day... but very quickly you can see why people start doing just that. Why is it that you can't buy just enough food for one or two people at the grocery store? Why is it that everything - no matter how perishable - comes in “family size” amounts? To anyone who is just moving into a place, know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110858029801158077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110858029801158077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/02/buy-in-bulk-and-waste.html' title='Buy in bulk and... waste?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110788840744539524</id><published>2005-02-08T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:46:47.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><summary type='text'>Wow! How did I manage to go this long without writing something here? I must be getting old. But, without anything concrete to say today, let me entertain you with a little of this, and a little of that.The car wash: As promised, I took my camera with me to the car wash a few days ago and got some shots from the inside. While it didn't seem to be as cool this time, and the photos are nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110788840744539524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110788840744539524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/02/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110676380191292772</id><published>2005-01-26T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:23:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighbourhood</title><summary type='text'>Despite the snow that just keeps falling and falling around me, the houses seem to just keep growing and growing. Actually, it'd probably be more accurate to say, “appearing and appearing”.As you can see from my posts between July 2004 and October 2004, I had the opportunity to drive out to the site, see my home being built, week-to-week... first the foundation, then the walls, then this and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110676380191292772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110676380191292772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-neighbourhood.html' title='My neighbourhood'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110615898537333151</id><published>2005-01-19T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:23:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What else could go wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Buying a new house certainly has its perks: the new house smell, the brand new carpet, the brand new tile, the brand new... well, everything. However, life in a new development (at least one still under construction) has very few benefits - at least none that I'm aware of at the moment. “How so?” you ask? Well let me tell you about my day so far (it is, after all, only 1:00pm).Last night the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110615898537333151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110615898537333151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-else-could-go-wrong.html' title='What else could go wrong?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110598722987188211</id><published>2005-01-17T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:40:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the kitchen</title><summary type='text'>Cooking is not one of those things that I have a lot of experience with. Not because I'm a guy, but because I've never really had to do much cooking. Living at home with my parents for the last few years, I was lucky enough to have most meals prepared for me. I did help clean-up afterwards, but with a dishwasher going, that didn't amount to too much work.So, now what? Well, I'm not completely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110598722987188211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110598722987188211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-in-kitchen.html' title='Life in the kitchen'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110550626736569654</id><published>2005-01-11T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:04:27.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum lost</title><summary type='text'>I was going to talk about being sure that you've informed everyone about your new contact information as my MasterCard bill is still being sent to my parent's house... but I think I've complained about this before.I was going to ramble on about how I haven't finished moving all my stuff out of my parent's house to my place (e.g., Transformers, Star Wars, board games)... but I think I mentioned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110550626736569654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110550626736569654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentum-lost.html' title='Momentum lost'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110481746462218939</id><published>2005-01-03T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:44:24.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through the car wash</title><summary type='text'>I don't honestly remember the last time that I went to the car wash. It must have been at least ten or twelve years ago. As long as I remember, we've been a family that gets out the ol' hose and bucket on a sunny day and washes their own cars. But, as I'm still finding, I don't have all the right tools for every job yet. In this case, the distinct lack of a hose and soap would be the culprit. (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110481746462218939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110481746462218939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2005/01/going-through-car-wash.html' title='Going through the car wash'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110481657339252577</id><published>2004-12-23T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:29:33.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><summary type='text'>[ Okay, so I've back-dated this post... I'm trusting that you'll all forgive me in the name of a fun photo. ]It took me about an hour and a half to clear my driveway. This is a quick photo I took while taking cover in my garage before heading inside to rest.While it may be hard to judge the amount of snow from the photo, let me assure you that it was at least a foot deep when I started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110481657339252577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110481657339252577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110364049394794037</id><published>2004-12-21T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:48:13.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true. For the second time in a week, there was a blackout at my place. In fact, this one - which started at about 5:30am today - was almost enough of an excuse for me to call in “late” sometime around noon. But alas, after an hour of semi-consciousness and checking my Palm's World Clock application to make sure that I didn't miss my ride, I'm up and here at work.As a kid, we all loved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110364049394794037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110364049394794037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/12/blackout.html' title='Blackout!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110317564368854230</id><published>2004-12-15T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:43:45.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List of lists</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I hope to impart a little advice to all my readers... after all, that is one of the goals of this blog. Be organized. I don't care how, whatever works for you is good, but get organized and stay organized.While I've always thought of myself as a bit of a planner, I took the extra step of picking myself up a Palm Tungsten|E about five months ago. I wanted to be as prepared as I could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110317564368854230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110317564368854230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/12/list-of-lists.html' title='List of lists'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110247991303760270</id><published>2004-12-07T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:27:37.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two outta three installed</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so it's not the water softener as promised, and it's probably not a photo that you'll treasure for years to come, but I present to you: my new washer/dryer!Awesome, eh? In case you hadn't noticed yet, buying a house makes you think weird things. I am excited about a washer/dryer. What is going on. But let me - just for a minute - tell you how awesome this pair (or, “team” as they call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110247991303760270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110247991303760270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/12/two-outta-three-installed.html' title='Two outta three installed'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110208229644411276</id><published>2004-12-03T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T08:58:16.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft water weekend</title><summary type='text'>Okay- just a quick update on a cold Friday morning:Tomorrow is all set. My dad is coming over and we're going to tackle this whole “water softener” thing (and the washer/dryer... but that's just a matter of tools). 9:00am he's going to arrive and we'll get started. From the look of my water lines, I'll probably be serving soft water to my backyard, however, it'll make for a much easier install.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110208229644411276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110208229644411276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/12/soft-water-weekend.html' title='Soft water weekend'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110169940054646688</id><published>2004-11-28T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T08:26:15.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It pays to be handy</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I finally received the last of my major appliances: a washer, a dryer (don't worry... until now I've been washing my clothes at my parent's house), and a water softener. When I bought these pieces from the salesperson, he asked if I'd like to include installation with my purchase. It was almost $200 to have it done.I declined.Was it the money? In part (see below). But it was also a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110169940054646688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110169940054646688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-pays-to-be-handy.html' title='It pays to be handy'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110093426990073704</id><published>2004-11-20T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:04:29.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See'n the Tower</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the time stamp on the post is correct. It's almost 2am right now. I just returned from the a night out in Toronto. Apart from the almost two hours in Friday night rush hour traffic it took to get there (ugh) it was a good night. But what hit me was the fact that I miss being so close to the city. It's not like I went to a lot of sporting events, or concerts, or whatever down there, but it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110093426990073704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110093426990073704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/11/seen-tower.html' title='See&apos;n the Tower'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-110058221370487965</id><published>2004-11-15T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:16:53.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the (phone) man!</title><summary type='text'>Awhile back you might remember that I was cursing the local phone company because they seem to think that I'm living out in a field in the middle of nowhere. Why it's taken them almost a month to send someone out here to charge me about a billion dollars for what will probably be five minutes of work I'll never understand. Nor will I understand why the closest thing to competition for the phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110058221370487965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/110058221370487965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn-phone-man.html' title='Damn the (phone) man!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109995719140815866</id><published>2004-11-08T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:39:51.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow glad to be home</title><summary type='text'>I had all of last week off to move. My dreams of having a few days off to relax and catch-up on some personal projects were just that: dreams. So, like it or not, I went back to work today. The drive is much longer than me previous trek, however, I'm already used to the trip from all my efforts moving so it wasn't too bad. Getting up in the morning about an hour earlier than previous... that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109995719140815866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109995719140815866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/11/snow-glad-to-be-home.html' title='Snow glad to be home'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109989039664764111</id><published>2004-11-07T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:06:36.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One week anniversary</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that I've already been here a full week. Or maybe I just can't believe that I have to be awake again in six hours to go back to work. Let me give credit to anyone who manages to move over a weekend... really, in anything less than a week. I don't know how you did/do it. With everything that I have had to change, plus all the little things that I've had to run out and get, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109989039664764111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109989039664764111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-week-anniversary.html' title='One week anniversary'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109901875752062488</id><published>2004-10-28T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:59:17.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful in white</title><summary type='text'>No photo to post tonight, and I really should be packing more stuff into boxes, but I just wanted to post that when I dropped by to pick up my keys and officially take possession of my place today, almost everything from the PDI had been completed... including the bathroom. I have to admit that I was a little scared to look in the room when I got there today, but when I did it was all white. So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109901875752062488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109901875752062488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/wonderful-in-white.html' title='Wonderful in white'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109894073248584496</id><published>2004-10-27T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:18:52.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My second floor bathroom</title><summary type='text'>I never thought that I'd be posting a photo of my bathroom - unless it was a joke or as part of a house-wide tour - but this was what led me to the whole “Don't move” post yesterday. You see, yesterday I had my Pre-Delivery Inspection (PDI) which is meant to give the home-buyer a chance to see their new house before moving in... identify any small (or large) building defects or errors on the part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109894073248584496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109894073248584496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-second-floor-bathroom.html' title='My second floor bathroom'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109882231796333051</id><published>2004-10-26T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:25:17.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't move</title><summary type='text'>Don't move. Don't ever move.Be happy where you are right now. In a house, in a townhome, in a cardboard box. On your own, with a friend, with family, with family-in-law.Doesn't matter. Don't move whatever you do. Stay right where you are, right now. It is so much easier that way.(Just my two cents after a long day... I'll try to elaborate later. For now, I have a beer or two to finish.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109882231796333051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109882231796333051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-move.html' title='Don&apos;t move'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109821233797298227</id><published>2004-10-19T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:04:01.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me, I'm stressed</title><summary type='text'>The countdown is on. All the things that I've been putting off (or didn't know I had to do) are crashing down around me. And on top of all this, I'm sick (as demonstrated by my lack of updates). But never fear, right? This is the digital age and we can do everything on-line now. I should be able to order my new phone line, cable tv, broadband internet, etc., and set-up my utilities with just a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109821233797298227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109821233797298227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/pardon-me-im-stressed.html' title='Pardon me, I&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109743660694233756</id><published>2004-10-10T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T15:30:06.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The first mistake</title><summary type='text'>It continues to amaze me how our minds work. I wasn't looking at pictures of my house, and I wasn't thinking about my upgrades, but somehow I realized this:The top is a photo that I took last weekend when I was checking out the place. Looking through the kitchen windows towards the front foyer... everything looks good, right? It did to me at the time. Never thought anything of it. Until last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109743660694233756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109743660694233756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-mistake.html' title='The first mistake'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109693674999110695</id><published>2004-10-04T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:39:09.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there</title><summary type='text'>Okay, since the outside looks just about the same as it did last time I showed it, I've decided to stay inside this week. And if I do say so myself, I've done a pretty good job of recreating the photo from last weekend (not that I was trying to!)It might look like my carpet has gone in, however, you're still looking at the wood flooring (no, not hardwood). My bathroom and foyer tile is in; so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109693674999110695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109693674999110695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/10/getting-there.html' title='Getting there'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109625630157586549</id><published>2004-09-26T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:55:17.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for furniture</title><summary type='text'>This is probably more of a “Wednesday” post, but since I don't have much of a “Sunday” post to write (I didn't visit the site this week), it'll have to do.Shopping, on its own, isn't one of my favourite things to do. I am a text-book “guy shopper”. I know what I want, where I'm going to get it, how much it'll cost... I go to the store, head straight for the item, get it, buy it, and leave. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109625630157586549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109625630157586549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/09/shopping-for-furniture.html' title='Shopping for furniture'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109564619995147095</id><published>2004-09-19T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:21:57.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A first look inside</title><summary type='text'>As expected, I was away enjoying a wonderful weekend out-of-town these last two days. And now, as promised, a look inside my soon-to-be home:When you can only shoot through first-floor windows, you don't have a lot of choices or angles to shoot. That said, when you're buying a house of this size... well, you can pretty much do the “first floor tour” with this shot.The big thing for me was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109564619995147095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109564619995147095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-look-inside.html' title='A first look inside'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109535555513969844</id><published>2004-09-16T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:25:55.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I spoke too soon...</title><summary type='text'>Not that long ago I remember thinking to myself, “It'll be ready on-time... er, this time” because really, what else could go wrong?Lesson #1039 - Never Assume: Yes, I thought that it'd be smooth sailing from here on out. With only 6-7 weeks left to the close, everything must be ordered, shipped, and ready to be installed. After all, the exterior is done, so it's down to the painting, flooring,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109535555513969844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109535555513969844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/09/maybe-i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='Maybe I spoke too soon...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109504720416878143</id><published>2004-09-12T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:46:44.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked out!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true. Development is so far along at this point that I'm now locked out of my own house.  But, I shouldn't complain; have a look at how far along things are!Everything except for the siding/brick at the front of the house, second floor, has been completed. Looking at the last photo I took, it's come a long way over the past three weeks. Most of what is left at this point is interior</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109504720416878143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109504720416878143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/09/locked-out.html' title='Locked out!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109470178488477831</id><published>2004-09-08T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:56:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the weeks... again</title><summary type='text'>When I started this blog almost four months ago, my intention was to look at the “ups, downs, and bills that come with the experience” of buying a new house; or, in my case, a first house. While I've done an excellent job of following the construction of my place, I haven't said too much about how I'm dealing with it all! So, these mid-week posts will try to accomplish just that. And what better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109470178488477831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109470178488477831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/09/counting-weeks-again.html' title='Counting the weeks... again'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109383348148055777</id><published>2004-08-29T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:38:01.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away</title><summary type='text'>Rain, rain, go away. Come again on some weekday.While usually I don't mind the rain so much (hey, it's not snow), I have to say that it managed to ruin a few plans I had for this weekend, including a visit to the site. With all the construction, bricking, roofing, and such happening so fast these past few weeks, I'd hoped to get back out for another look. However, having tried to take photos in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109383348148055777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109383348148055777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109323272721570213</id><published>2004-08-22T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:45:27.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second floor: bedrooms and baths</title><summary type='text'>What a difference a week makes.Each week this all gets a little more insane for me. I've been living with the “I'll be moving soon” philosophy for awhile now. What I have to realize is that the “soon” that I keep talking about is coming approaching very quickly!As for the street, both of my neighbours-to-be have brick on their walls and shingles on their roof. In fact, things are moving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109323272721570213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109323272721570213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/08/second-floor-bedrooms-and-baths.html' title='Second floor: bedrooms and baths'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109270474572112523</id><published>2004-08-16T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:38:33.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First floor: foyer, great room, and kitchen</title><summary type='text'>Of all the days that I had to be in a hurry, this past Saturday was one of them. My usual detailed investigation of the house, dirt, neighbouring residences, etc., was reduced to little more than a drive-by (photographic) shooting.But look what I found: my first floor!Without the time to really have a look at everything, I don't know what else to say really. I'm super-excited to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109270474572112523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109270474572112523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-floor-foyer-great-room-and.html' title='First floor: foyer, great room, and kitchen'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109208526844619365</id><published>2004-08-09T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:01:08.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday already?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, last week I posted on a Monday because it was a long weekend for me, so that's just when I got to see my place. This week? Well, it apparently just slipped my mind... the posting a new blog entry that is. I intentionally didn't make the trek this past weekend on account of my “fire break theory” (read the comment I posted against my previous entry). So, that said, I didn't go this past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109208526844619365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109208526844619365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-already.html' title='Monday already?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109146917386552271</id><published>2004-08-02T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T20:53:36.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel cheated!</title><summary type='text'>Hey... what gives here, eh?  Have a look for yourself (below) -- do you see what I'm talking about?As I said a few weeks back, they (the builders) seem to be building the walls from the top of the street down (unlike the foundations which they poured from the bottom up). So, my neighbour to the LEFT has his walls up... and my neighbour to the RIGHT has his walls up... so what gives?  They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109146917386552271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109146917386552271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-feel-cheated.html' title='I feel cheated!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109080954963570934</id><published>2004-07-25T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T14:16:50.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another no-show</title><summary type='text'>This time I'll keep it quick.  I didn't visit "the site" this weekend based on some recent intel.  As of Thursday night, my neighbour had walls (hooray for them!), but I didn't.  While I agree that there is always the chance that I might have seen some progress, my day/weekend was busy enough already.That said, next weekend is a must-go weekend.  The thought of walls... how cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109080954963570934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109080954963570934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-no-show.html' title='Another no-show'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-109019787968356091</id><published>2004-07-18T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T20:59:55.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood on the porch</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true. Without risking life nor limb jumping across the ditch surrounding my basement walls - because the ground is level now! - I finally got to stand on my porch. Since I hope that this is something I'll be able to do on a regular basis do I consider this a big step forward. Oh, and there is enough wood sitting around my foundation to, well... build a house (or at least get started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109019787968356091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/109019787968356091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/07/stood-on-porch.html' title='Stood on the porch'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108959540309949965</id><published>2004-07-11T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:23:23.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break</title><summary type='text'>To paraphrase my dad from earlier toady, "they can build the house without your constant supervision you know". So, without something else to do out that way, and other things on the go today, I somewhat reluctantly have passed on my weekly visit this... er, week.  And now I just have to wander around for the next seven days hoping that they don't go and build the whole thing on me!But I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108959540309949965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108959540309949965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-for-break.html' title='Time for a break'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108899842011021685</id><published>2004-07-04T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:40:35.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not rain nor sleet...</title><summary type='text'>...well, at least not rain, managed to keep me from checking in on my new home today.  I was going to put it off on the count of Canada Day this past Thursday (maybe they didn't work the week, whatever), but I found myself out that way for something else so how could I not look in on the progress?  And I wasn't disappointed:The basement walls have now gone up!  I wanted to try and look down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108899842011021685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108899842011021685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-rain-nor-sleet.html' title='Not rain nor sleet...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108837559404871856</id><published>2004-06-27T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:39:04.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Official beginning</title><summary type='text'>Sure, I had a ditch last week, but now I have something more.  I have a foundation!As expected/hoped, things have been moving well in the development. The photo above shows that my soon-to-be neighbour  has just recently had their basement poured, so I have little doubt that I won't be looking at the same in seven days time.  I wanted to look up the street again to see what, if anything, had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108837559404871856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108837559404871856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/06/official-beginning.html' title='Official beginning'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108778485377370931</id><published>2004-06-20T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:38:12.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><summary type='text'>Woo hoo!I really can't explain how excited I was today to see this...Okay, okay, okay... it might not look like much to you, but it means that I now own a hole! Yup, that's my hole (some might call it a "ditch", but I've decided to call it a "hole"), just this side of my neighbour's foundation that has finally been started. Until now, I'd just signed a bunch of papers, watched a bunch of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108778485377370931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108778485377370931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108637473026733335</id><published>2004-06-04T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T14:45:30.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Happened</title><summary type='text'>Well, it finally happened. No, they didn't start working on my home (more on that in a second)... I allowed more than a week to go by without adding anything to this. I know that the hordes of people who are following my every word must have been crushed.  Yeah... whatever.Anyhow, for the sake of the record, my friend who already lives in the area where I'll be moving too happened to drive by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108637473026733335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108637473026733335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/06/finally-happened.html' title='Finally Happened'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108571439720567131</id><published>2004-05-27T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:33:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a blog?</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I last wrote anything here. Now, given that I am probably the only person reading these posts at the moment, it is unlikely that my absence was missed. On the other hand, I didn't start this blog so that I could extol the wonders of my daily life, and I kept from playing about with one for so long because I feared that I start using it as an excuse not to eMail my friends (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108571439720567131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108571439720567131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-blog.html' title='Why a blog?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108524326504709854</id><published>2004-05-22T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T12:27:45.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I need a weekend.  Lucky for me, one came along!  But why do I need a weekend you ask?  Well, I got "the letter" from my builder last night (registered mail... guess they want to ensure that the bad news gets to you) and not only has it been pushed back without much of an explanation, but my home will no longer be built in a factory (this new-fangled "modular construction" technique that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108524326504709854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108524326504709854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-need-weekend.html' title='I need a weekend...'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108499627709867882</id><published>2004-05-19T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:51:17.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Month Delay?!</title><summary type='text'>I was going to be moving this summer... now I'll be moving this fall.  I just called my builder wondering why, with less than three months to go to my original closing date, I still didn't have a basement.  Apparently they've "had to" move back "a few of" the closings for my development.  But three months?Ugh.A letter is coming in the mail... guess I'll have to see if it offers any more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108499627709867882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108499627709867882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/05/three-month-delay.html' title='Three Month Delay?!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009948.post-108474359281161705</id><published>2004-05-16T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:39:52.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><summary type='text'>I don't really know what to write for a first post, but here it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108474359281161705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009948/posts/default/108474359281161705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideericshead.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290404110591566460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
