Redoing rooms & lost treasures.

My project this week is the computer room. Yes, I took before pics but I'm not posting them yet.

We moved into this house in 1999. A short little man (he really was short) named Clyde lived here before us. He was a nice man; single, no children. He worked for the city and was well known throughout town. He died in 1998 and his niece put the house up for sale... and well, thats how we got it.
Anyway, Clyde had his routine. When we moved in the house went into shock. He didn't do a lot of updating, but everything was in great condition for being as old as it all was. That was, until we started walking in areas Clyde never walked. That is when the house went into shock. Tiles started crumbling under our feet. Seriously. Like dust. It was the strangest thing!
So somehow or another we got a hand-me-down piece of carpet that was almost big enough for the computer room. PERFECT condition. We took it and stuck it in the computer room. Didn't put it down professionally or anything, it just laid there. No staples or anything. And there it sat - until this morning.

Almost 10 years of toddlers.. preschoolers... pets... yeah, it needed to be torn out. So I did.

I am going to lay tile sometime this week. Much easier to clean than carpet.

While I'm pulling up this carpet I see something round & black on the floor. I pick it up and turn it over... "Maxwell". Max's lost tag Of course being the stupid softy that I am and I miss my Max like fricken crazy, I start bawling sitting there in the middle of the computer room floor.

Then I think to myself, "wouldn't it be funny if I found my class ring?"

Guess what I found?



I haven't seen it in over 5 years I'm sure.