Okay so maybe it's been a while since I've blogged....haha that's an understatement. I'm playing the whole life got busy-working, moving, holidays. Not to mention that I have been working on other projects as well. The eternal working on my photography website and portfolio which I'm setting a goal to be done by Christmas. I'll report back later.
So like I said I've moved to Orem. Rachel and I are roommates again! Except this time in our own bedrooms which means I'm not going to have any awesome sleep-talking quotes. I really think we should record her or something.
Anyway, have your own place means taking care of maintenance right? Simple things like changing light bulbs? Sometimes it's just not that simple.
We live on the fourth floor and as the result we have vaulted ceilings. So it makes for reaching the lightbulbs a little difficult. Luckily my mom has this contraption that's like a basket. You fit it around the light bulb, twist it out, take it down, put the new bulb in the basket and insert it and viola it's done. It's almost too simple.
We had 3 bulbs out. One of the lower height and then two at the high point of the ceiling. I asked mom to borrow said contraption and I tried it on the lower bulb. I couldn't even get it around the light because it fit so tightly in the can. So I decided to try it in the one bulb that was actually working. Well I got it to fit around and then when I proceeded to try and remove it I pulled the light and the can off the ceiling. There was immediate panic and Rachel had to get a broom and push the can in with that while I tried to pull off the basket.
Needless to say we didn't bother trying that on any of the other lights.
Then I remembered my mom had a suction cup attachment we could use. Perfect!
I first tried it on the lower bulb. I couldn't get it to turn the bulb at all. So I tried standing on the counter and reaching but I was too short. So Rachel stood on the counter and was able to switch the light. 1 out of 3 done.
We moved onto one of the higher bulbs and got the suction cup on it and turning the light bulb. Then we had a major panic attack of what would happen if the light came off the suction after we remove and before we could reach it. So I ran and grabbed my laundry basket full of clothes to use as a receiver. After a little stress we managed to get the light done. Awesome.
So I put the new bulb on the suction and put it in and twisted it and we were home free!! Not. We couldn't get the suction off. I'm trying to move the pole every which direction trying so desperately to get an air bubble in there. I'm already standing on a stool and there is no way I'm going to be able to reach the bulb to try and remove it. I'm freaking out and Rachel decides to go find an old wire hanger and we're able to pull this little clasp that removes the bulb. Phew.
By the time we did the third one we had it down and managed to do it quickly and swiftly. Rachel and I had made it to the hysterical laughter stage by the time we were done. There was significant stress and breath holding and freaking out but we succeeded. I just kept saying thanks that our roommate wasn't home or walked in during that because it would have been soooo awkward.