I've even got a whole post about the first wall I did (which was way back in September... oh man that makes me feel uncomfortable).
And if you follow me on instagram or facebook you'll have seen this picture a few weeks ago:
|Tap, tap, tapparoo!|
Recently though I've kicked my blocking game into high gear and really put my focus on getting it done because other things are waiting on it (other things like electrical, plumbing, basically everything else... you know.. the important stuff).
One of my goals for the weekend was to finish blocking the master bedroom and again, if you follow me on instagram or facebook (look at me, plugging my social media!) you'll have seen this picture:
How did we do it you ask?
With this bad boy here:
|Nail gun and air compressor borrowed from my parents.|
So this Saturday, anticipating getting the ceiling done the next day, I asked my dad if we could borrow his nail gun and air compressor, and if so, could he show me how to use it.
I figured I could crack out the nail gun and complete the ceiling in no time at all!
My dad gave me a brief lesson on using the nail gun and then told me how to use the air compressor with it.
Awesome! I was totally ready to do this! It was going to make the job so much easier and I could feel like an empowered woman! (or something...)
But once I got everything in the house and up the stairs I just stared at it for a few minutes (Jake was getting his hair cut so I was alone).
And this is how I felt:
Slightly overwhelmed with a healthy dose of "scared".
I plucked up my courage though and just kept repeating "You don't need Jake to do this. You don't need Jake to do this."
-SPOILER ALERT- I needed Jake to do this...
While muttering my new mantra, I attached the hose and gun. I was trying to remember everything my dad told me while also trying to FORGET the story my brother had told at dinner last Friday about the time my uncle accidentally shot a nail into his wrist.
|All attached and ready to go.|
I had to do this.
I would never live it down if I didn't do this.
Come on Ali! MAN UP!
I thought it would be prudent to do a test shot on something where I didn't have to be on a ladder. That way, if any of the horrible things I imagined could happen, actually did happen, falling from a ladder wouldn't be added to that list.
|A view of the master bedroom as blocking was added.|
I took the gun to the corner to try it out on a piece of wood I had previously added there. I lifted the gun up (fun fact: nail guns are heavy. And I am weak), pushed it against the wood, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.
I pulled it again.
I put the gun down and started fiddling around with the air compressor, trying to get it to work but for the life of me couldn't figure out why the pressure wasn't building up.
And that's when Jake arrived and told me that I had the air release valve wide open. So while the machine was doing its darnedest to create pressure, it all just escaped through the valve.
I'm so smart. (This seems to be a recurring theme of my blog)
Jake closed the valve and did the first test with the gun to make sure the pressure was correct and then he handed it over to me. I went through all the steps again except this time it worked. Kind of.
Basically... it sparked, shot a nail half-way in, and ultimately scared the crap out of me,
|I honestly have no idea how that happened...|
Change of plans then.
I measured and cut all of the wood, laying it out on the floor underneath where it would be going in the ceiling.
Then I called Jake and he went up the ladder and nailed them all in place while I acted as his assistant. (I was a really good assistant. Even if I yelled at him for constantly handing back the hammer the wrong way. So inefficient, that man!)
In the course of about a half hour (not including cutting the wood) we got the whole ceiling finished.
Next Saturday we will be using this same level of efficiency to block the ceiling of the living room so that we can take out the flooring in the master bedroom soon.
Once again, have a look at how STURDY our master bedroom has become! (Can anyone make blocking sound exciting? I'm trying, but suspect I'm failing miserably)
Before the ceiling was done:
|Oh my! How horrible that looks!|
The roof could just sway into oblivion!
*mutters of agreement from the masses*
That bedroom is SO secure!
*shouts of joy*