Sorry. I was having trouble sleeping. I'm all excited about this contest.
New Epoxy-Coat Contest
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Sorry. I was having trouble sleeping. I'm all excited about this contest.
DD564s Wife
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What are you talking about??!!!
You just don't want to be in bed with me because I haven't lost all that weight since the last baby!! That's it, isn't it!!
No hun. You look great. I love you how you are.
I can't sleep because I've been thinking about the garage.
DD564s Wife
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I wish you would think about me as much as you do about that stupid garage! When are you going to get that thing cleaned anyway?
There are tools everywhere. You spent all the money on new cabinets, yet nothing is put away yet. The walls need painting, and the floors are a mess.
I know.... I know... I'm working on it. I'm still moving stuff around so I can get everything clean. I'm also trying to decide what flooring to go with.
DD564s Wife
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Well, why not just get that kit from Home Depot that our neighbor Stewart got. They have a nice garage floor. (You can actually see it because there isn't junk laying all over the place).
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I asked Stewart about it, they used the same product that I used at our old house. You know, the one that started coming up weeks after I laid it down. It works for Stewart because he doesn't have anything in his garage. No tools, no table saws, no kids pushing stuff all over it. That's why it lasts for him. Our garage floor suffers way more abuse than that.
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DD564s Wife
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What other choices do we have? Can you just sweep it more often?
Or how about those floor tile things? How much are those?
Or how about those floor tile things? How much are those?
I'd love to get the floor tiles, but those cost as much as your living room remodeling project.
That's why I'm in this thread trying to win some free epoxy-coat.
DD564s Wife
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I thought you didn't like the epoxy? That's what we used last time, and not only did it not stay nice, you killed all my plants with that etching solution as it ran out of the garage into my flowerbeds!
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Leave my mother out of this!
So this "Epoxy-coat"... how is it going to look when it's done?
Here's a link to some pictures of others who have used it. I think it looks great... and it'll last way longer. Take a look:
http://www.epoxy-coat.com/epoxy_flooring_photo_gallery5.php
If we win, I'll let you pick the color....
(well maybe).
DD564s Wife
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Ok. We'll see.
When are you going to get the garage clean anyway? It's been weeks already!
I'll get right to it, but not right now. For goodness sake, it's almost two o'clock in the morning. A guy needs his sleep.
I'm going back to bed.
Goodnight hun! Love you!
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DD564s Wife
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Love you too snookie-pie!
Love you too snookie-pie!
Honey! You can't call me "snookie-pie" on an internet forum about garage topics! What will all of my e-buddies think?
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The following story is true. It is about Toucar, an abused and neglected garage.
Toucar was born in 2004, one of many other new homes and garages in his neighborhood. Toucar was built for a first-time home-owning family who, because of their budget, could not afford to pay for a lot of amenities. His outside walls were not covered in drywall or insulation. The drywall that was installed was not painted. Lighting was a single bare bulb on the ceiling; there were only three electrical outlets. There were no windows. There were no lights on the front. The other garages in the neighborhood made fun of Toucar because of his sorry appearance.
The abuse began when the family moved in. Toucar’s walls were peppered with bent rusty nails for hanging things. A makeshift workbench was cobbled together with scraps of 2x4 and a piece of OSB left over from construction; lag bolts attached it to the bare 2x4s. A large dog, with access to the garage during the day, clawed away at what drywall there was and the weather-stripping on the doors. The door to the back yard opened onto mud and weeds, which the dog tracked into the garage. The single light bulb was replaced with a screw-in plug adapter so that a fluorescent light fixture could be installed; the fixture was shorted, however, and constantly tripped the breaker.
The real abuse, however, was done to Toucar’s floor. The owner fancied himself a small-equipment mechanic. However, he had no respect for his working environment. Toucar’s floor is covered with grease and oil stains. A paint spill resides in one corner. Large cracks loom like open wounds, longing for caulk. Chips in the concrete surface are everywhere.
Sometime in early 2009, when Toucar was only five years old, his owners abandoned him because of a foreclosure. While it meant an end to the abuse, the scars of the abuse remained. Toucar suffered in the cold and the darkness, bearing the ridicule of the other neighborhood garages, for over a year.
In the summer of 2010 an older couple bought the home. The bank had fixed up the interior but had done nothing for Toucar. Luckily the new homeowner was someone who appreciates a well-maintained garage, and began to make amends. A thorough cleaning helped. Upgrades to the electrical wiring have been completed, and insulation and drywall has been added. Real shelves adorn the walls, and real hooks for tools and coats have replaced the rusty nails. There are plans for a large workbench with cabinets along one wall. Toucar feels appreciated again, and even the other garages in the neighborhood have started to treat him with respect.
For all that the new owner has done, Toucar is still embarrassed by his floor. The homeowner has promised Toucar that he will do the right thing, in time. But Toucar has a dream. He would like nothing better than to have a shiny new floor for Easter. For a garage only seven years old, who has known nothing but abuse, neglect, and loneliness his entire life, is that too much to ask?
Toucar was born in 2004, one of many other new homes and garages in his neighborhood. Toucar was built for a first-time home-owning family who, because of their budget, could not afford to pay for a lot of amenities. His outside walls were not covered in drywall or insulation. The drywall that was installed was not painted. Lighting was a single bare bulb on the ceiling; there were only three electrical outlets. There were no windows. There were no lights on the front. The other garages in the neighborhood made fun of Toucar because of his sorry appearance.
The abuse began when the family moved in. Toucar’s walls were peppered with bent rusty nails for hanging things. A makeshift workbench was cobbled together with scraps of 2x4 and a piece of OSB left over from construction; lag bolts attached it to the bare 2x4s. A large dog, with access to the garage during the day, clawed away at what drywall there was and the weather-stripping on the doors. The door to the back yard opened onto mud and weeds, which the dog tracked into the garage. The single light bulb was replaced with a screw-in plug adapter so that a fluorescent light fixture could be installed; the fixture was shorted, however, and constantly tripped the breaker.
The real abuse, however, was done to Toucar’s floor. The owner fancied himself a small-equipment mechanic. However, he had no respect for his working environment. Toucar’s floor is covered with grease and oil stains. A paint spill resides in one corner. Large cracks loom like open wounds, longing for caulk. Chips in the concrete surface are everywhere.
Sometime in early 2009, when Toucar was only five years old, his owners abandoned him because of a foreclosure. While it meant an end to the abuse, the scars of the abuse remained. Toucar suffered in the cold and the darkness, bearing the ridicule of the other neighborhood garages, for over a year.
In the summer of 2010 an older couple bought the home. The bank had fixed up the interior but had done nothing for Toucar. Luckily the new homeowner was someone who appreciates a well-maintained garage, and began to make amends. A thorough cleaning helped. Upgrades to the electrical wiring have been completed, and insulation and drywall has been added. Real shelves adorn the walls, and real hooks for tools and coats have replaced the rusty nails. There are plans for a large workbench with cabinets along one wall. Toucar feels appreciated again, and even the other garages in the neighborhood have started to treat him with respect.
For all that the new owner has done, Toucar is still embarrassed by his floor. The homeowner has promised Toucar that he will do the right thing, in time. But Toucar has a dream. He would like nothing better than to have a shiny new floor for Easter. For a garage only seven years old, who has known nothing but abuse, neglect, and loneliness his entire life, is that too much to ask?
Because if you don’t, the terrorist win…
(long time lurker, first time poster)
Yadda yaddda first house, bought a foreclosure in a nice (I promise) neighborhood in The Woodlands Texas yadda yadda….
While viewing the house for the first time:
“Wow this is bank owned and they installed a new water heater, carpet and painted the entire house? …but why did they paint the entire place…pink?”
Fast forward 2 months and we now own this pink palace. While finishing up a weekend of painting the entire damn house to get rid of the pink walls (and finding hints of walls that used to be teal, HOT pink and Neon Green) we meet our new neighbor:
(Allow me to paraphrase)
New neighbor who is an ex-cop and currently owns an insurance company:
“Oh man this house has some stories!”
We learn that a year ago the house foreclosed. 11 months ago our hot water heater on the second floor rusted through and fell through to the garage and the water ran down the driveway for a good few days before the water was shut off leaving the garage and driveway nice and stained black. (not to mention the hole in the garage cieling) Fast forward 2 months and the insurance company did a complete repair of the damage and everything is better than new.
Fast forward another 2 months and a woman buys the house and moves in with her 5 kids. It appears she freshens the place up some but not long after moving in she quits coming home at night. Her offspring is going without food and most nights are over at the various neighbor’s homes for food and shelter. After about the second month she completely disappears one night, and after talking to the realtor the neighbors find out she was SQUATTING, chick never paid for the house, just decided to move in…and of course trash the place.
FAST FORWARD(last time I promise) only a month this time, and the neighbors start noticing lights being turned on at night sometimes and screams being heard every now and then. Being unable to pin something certain down they shrug it off. Another month goes buy and after hearing screams one night decides to peek in the next morning….and find…..a crack house. I’ll say that one again with a little more dramatic effect: He looks in the window of a home located in an upper middle class neighborhood of a suburb of Houston Texas that is the most suburban of suburbs to find a room with mattresses on the floor, needles on the counter, and crack heads sleeping on the mattresses using the needles. So my neighbor (who we will refer to as Billy Badass) breaks into the house when the crack heads are out turning tricks for more crack and hides upstairs, and at about 10pm the junkies get back to the house where Billy Badass is waiting in the inky shadows and with the help of some boom sticks manages to scuttle the junkies.
Fast forward (Ok I lied) and we are now moving into the only crackhouse in The Woodlands Texas, the wife is pissed about learning this and refuses touch crackhead doorknobs ($) to cook on the crackhead countertops ($$) and use crackhead appliances ($$$$$) and the garage appears to be the place they dumped EVERYTHING the crackheads didn’t want to deal with (which judging from the stains is nuclear waste). And guess what? After keeping the wife happy…there isn’t any money left for the one room in this house I care about.
So don’t let the crackheads win. Because as you know, buying drugs goes to fund terrorism, so if I can’t get this garage fixed and the house completely de-crackified…the terrorists win. (yea im digging deep here but I really need some help! And i promise to do some before/After pics!)
(long time lurker, first time poster)
Yadda yaddda first house, bought a foreclosure in a nice (I promise) neighborhood in The Woodlands Texas yadda yadda….
While viewing the house for the first time:
“Wow this is bank owned and they installed a new water heater, carpet and painted the entire house? …but why did they paint the entire place…pink?”
Fast forward 2 months and we now own this pink palace. While finishing up a weekend of painting the entire damn house to get rid of the pink walls (and finding hints of walls that used to be teal, HOT pink and Neon Green) we meet our new neighbor:
(Allow me to paraphrase)
New neighbor who is an ex-cop and currently owns an insurance company:
“Oh man this house has some stories!”
We learn that a year ago the house foreclosed. 11 months ago our hot water heater on the second floor rusted through and fell through to the garage and the water ran down the driveway for a good few days before the water was shut off leaving the garage and driveway nice and stained black. (not to mention the hole in the garage cieling) Fast forward 2 months and the insurance company did a complete repair of the damage and everything is better than new.
Fast forward another 2 months and a woman buys the house and moves in with her 5 kids. It appears she freshens the place up some but not long after moving in she quits coming home at night. Her offspring is going without food and most nights are over at the various neighbor’s homes for food and shelter. After about the second month she completely disappears one night, and after talking to the realtor the neighbors find out she was SQUATTING, chick never paid for the house, just decided to move in…and of course trash the place.
FAST FORWARD(last time I promise) only a month this time, and the neighbors start noticing lights being turned on at night sometimes and screams being heard every now and then. Being unable to pin something certain down they shrug it off. Another month goes buy and after hearing screams one night decides to peek in the next morning….and find…..a crack house. I’ll say that one again with a little more dramatic effect: He looks in the window of a home located in an upper middle class neighborhood of a suburb of Houston Texas that is the most suburban of suburbs to find a room with mattresses on the floor, needles on the counter, and crack heads sleeping on the mattresses using the needles. So my neighbor (who we will refer to as Billy Badass) breaks into the house when the crack heads are out turning tricks for more crack and hides upstairs, and at about 10pm the junkies get back to the house where Billy Badass is waiting in the inky shadows and with the help of some boom sticks manages to scuttle the junkies.
Fast forward (Ok I lied) and we are now moving into the only crackhouse in The Woodlands Texas, the wife is pissed about learning this and refuses touch crackhead doorknobs ($) to cook on the crackhead countertops ($$) and use crackhead appliances ($$$$$) and the garage appears to be the place they dumped EVERYTHING the crackheads didn’t want to deal with (which judging from the stains is nuclear waste). And guess what? After keeping the wife happy…there isn’t any money left for the one room in this house I care about.
So don’t let the crackheads win. Because as you know, buying drugs goes to fund terrorism, so if I can’t get this garage fixed and the house completely de-crackified…the terrorists win. (yea im digging deep here but I really need some help! And i promise to do some before/After pics!)
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IH8Z28S
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Why should I be given the oppertunity to recieve a free epoxy kit? I don't have some humerous or sad story really, I'm just an average "Joe" married with five kids and a niece who lives with us, because of an unstable home life. I bought my house in 1995 and have done a lot to try and make a good home for my family, my two stall attached is my santcuary, my place to hid from the madness that sometimes comes into my house and drives me outside to the quiet of the garage. In 2009, my oldest boy graduated from high school, with the help of my brother-in-law, I cleaned, insulated and drywalled my garage after 14 winters of freezing my **** off working on vehicles. All this to have a place to hold his reception, I wish I could have done the floor, but was not willing to use one of those cheap DIY kits, I wanted to wait until I could afford something of quality. I still can't afford to get anything, so free is right up my alley! everything in my garage was either free or salvage from the curb. I'm not rich by any means, but it sure would be nice to look like it for a change. As you can see, it turned out pretty decent, but the floor is just screaming for help.
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Ok well my story just got a little better for me even. As posted on the first page I am currently serving in Iraq and recently purchased my first home. Well as of late I do not know when I am going to get paid again. As it stands right now I am looking at getting one weeks worth of pay and who knows when we will get a budget and when we do get a budget who knows when I will receive back pay. Did I mention I am in Iraq and they are cutting my pay. What kind of **** is this. Sorry just had to rant a little about the whole situation.
This is a good story but leave the kit for some one who wants it, not some one that cant afford what he really wants and will be using it just because it is free.
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xrdad
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K.. here's why I really need to get this floor... You already know I'm broke with the blended family and divorce court thing, kids eating me out of house and home, Canadian gas is like $6 US a gallon, I have an old V8 truck and and and...
But here's the real reason.. I told you that I married my 2nd wife a couple years ago.. She never had a real 'wedding' so this was my chance to do well.
So like any other good guy, I wanted her to have the best! And to because men are from Mars, the best meant... MY GARAGE!
Yes, yes.. I know what you're thinking..
But I love my wife, so I was OK with letting my garage do double duty 'this one time'.
Everything went as... well... planned? It was almost perfect. But my guest notice the crappy Home Depot floor paint peeling and it did not take the abuse well at all..
So for our 3rd wedding anniversary, I'd like to give my beautiful wife a proper wedding.. SO I NEED AN EPOXY COAT FLOOR FROM CHRISTINE TO DO IT!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, for the sake of my bride!
(you think I'm kidding? Eat your heart out...)
But here's the real reason.. I told you that I married my 2nd wife a couple years ago.. She never had a real 'wedding' so this was my chance to do well.
So like any other good guy, I wanted her to have the best! And to because men are from Mars, the best meant... MY GARAGE!
Yes, yes.. I know what you're thinking..
But I love my wife, so I was OK with letting my garage do double duty 'this one time'.
Everything went as... well... planned? It was almost perfect. But my guest notice the crappy Home Depot floor paint peeling and it did not take the abuse well at all..
So for our 3rd wedding anniversary, I'd like to give my beautiful wife a proper wedding.. SO I NEED AN EPOXY COAT FLOOR FROM CHRISTINE TO DO IT!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, for the sake of my bride!
(you think I'm kidding? Eat your heart out...)
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See, you have no choice now..
When my wife finds out, the only way she won't leave me is when she finds out I got an EPOXY COAT just for her...
Sorry ladies.. I am taken..
BTW, married on Dec 20, hence the Xmas lights behind the curtains, and the snowflake decor.
The curtains are actually table cloths from Walmart. The star ceiling came from the party warehouse. The fluorescent lighting worked perfect on that...
When my wife finds out, the only way she won't leave me is when she finds out I got an EPOXY COAT just for her...
Sorry ladies.. I am taken..
BTW, married on Dec 20, hence the Xmas lights behind the curtains, and the snowflake decor.
The curtains are actually table cloths from Walmart. The star ceiling came from the party warehouse. The fluorescent lighting worked perfect on that...
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shotgunfatcat
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Dear Lady who sells floor coverings that shine,
I participated in the last partaking of your unselfish transfer of product. Although I came out not the victor, I was entertained to say the least.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to have the coin to acquire your sweet concoction of chemicals to cover my concrete. And my concrete could use it, it has cracks and craters, cuts and crevices. It longs to be coated in a cure of comfort, for it confines itself now under cardboard and cars, crates and cupboards.
My concrete wrote you a poem in thoughts of your product, here it goes....
Blue and black and gray seam cold,
but if I were to be covered in it,
I would feel like gold.
I would shine like a new penny,
fresh off the press,
it would feel like a new dancing dress.
My owner would gaze into my coating,
happy with what was done,
even might here him gloating,
happy and full of fun.
So as the walker above me says,
Lady who sells floor coverings that shine,
won't you give me the time?
It won't all be mine,
I will share your product that's so fine
with people that walk on me if that is not a crime,
I am sorry about all my horrible rhymes.
Thank you in advance.
I participated in the last partaking of your unselfish transfer of product. Although I came out not the victor, I was entertained to say the least.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to have the coin to acquire your sweet concoction of chemicals to cover my concrete. And my concrete could use it, it has cracks and craters, cuts and crevices. It longs to be coated in a cure of comfort, for it confines itself now under cardboard and cars, crates and cupboards.
My concrete wrote you a poem in thoughts of your product, here it goes....
Blue and black and gray seam cold,
but if I were to be covered in it,
I would feel like gold.
I would shine like a new penny,
fresh off the press,
it would feel like a new dancing dress.
My owner would gaze into my coating,
happy with what was done,
even might here him gloating,
happy and full of fun.
So as the walker above me says,
Lady who sells floor coverings that shine,
won't you give me the time?
It won't all be mine,
I will share your product that's so fine
with people that walk on me if that is not a crime,
I am sorry about all my horrible rhymes.
Thank you in advance.
Nice try LOL LOLxrdad
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Thanks formek
I wish I was kidding
It seemed like a great idea in theory, and it was supposed to save a ton of money (neither of us had any). In the end though, it felt and looked cheap and we've regretted it (the garage wedding, not the marriage) ever since. Saving grace will be the 10 year anniversary... saving up of Royal Bahemian
Man, she's gonna kill me when she sees these pictures posted! We're not supposed to talk about it
I wish I was kidding
It seemed like a great idea in theory, and it was supposed to save a ton of money (neither of us had any). In the end though, it felt and looked cheap and we've regretted it (the garage wedding, not the marriage) ever since. Saving grace will be the 10 year anniversary... saving up of Royal Bahemian
Man, she's gonna kill me when she sees these pictures posted! We're not supposed to talk about it
Thanks formek
I wish I was kidding
It seemed like a great idea in theory, and it was supposed to save a ton of money (neither of us had any). In the end though, it felt and looked cheap and we've regretted it (the garage wedding, not the marriage) ever since. Saving grace will be the 10 year anniversary... saving up of Royal Bahemian
Man, she's gonna kill me when she sees these pictures posted! We're not supposed to talk about it
If all that is real I have to give you credit for being resourceful.
But I am still going to win LOL
Just kidding there is a lot of good competition on here.ssathre
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How did you know I used to have a blue eyed white cat???
xrdad
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ssathre
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Thanks!