I'm so not a fan

I would not consider myself or Rusty very handy people but we have common sense and we're pretty good at figuring stuff out. So last July (a year ago) when we decided to put a ceiling fan over our bed to cool my pregnant sleeping self we figured it would be no big deal right? Right? WRONG! Oh man it was crazy! We started at 7:00 when Conner went to bed figuring that 3 hours of daylight would be pleeeenty of time to install. We moved our bed, got our giant ladder out and got to work. Little did we know how little we knew about anything. It took us 2 hours just to take to stupid existing light off and install the little bar support thing for the fan! oh man!  But I refused to go to bed with it unfinished so we chugged along. By the time it was time to do the wiring we were quickly losing our daylight so we got out our trusty camping lantern....powered by propane. oops. Pretty soon we were sure smelling that one! We opened all of the windows in the room since it would probably be even harder to install a fan while high on propane fumes, or maybe dead from propane fumes since I'm not sure which one they would do, and again chugged along. Pretty soon it was 11:00 at night and we were still not quite done. It was very dark, very late, and lets not forget I was very pregnant.

Finally at midnight it was the moment of truth...turning the power back on and making sure we did everything right. Rusty went downstairs to flip the breaker and I turned on the switch. and Nothing. Happened. WHAT!!! aserfjklhdlkfhasdkjh! uggggg! I was so ready to cry. It took a few minutes to realize that you had to use it with the remote. only. I was really mad about that one too. But we had spent too much time and tears and sweat hanging the stupid thing up to take it down and return it for that. So we stuck the remote on the wall and there it still stands.





A year later I have gotten used to the remote thing and love love love my fan. I think installing a fan has the same amnesia features of child birth. You must just forget how crappy it is because one year later we had the thought "Hey, lets put a fan in our TV room!" We totally had done it before. It would be easy peasy to do it again right? Right? WRONG!

 

We decided on the same fan as we had in our bedroom because 1. we had installed it before so there should be no surprises and 2. we knew that it was good and quiet and all that jazz. So just on Monday the 22th of July we set out on our second fan adventure. We started at 6:00 (when Sophie goes to bed. I know you're jealous right?) and got to work. It SHOULD have been a lot easier but the stupid light box thing was freaking nailed to the board thing in the ceiling (see how technical my knowledge is?) So it took 2 hours just to chisel it out of the ceiling. Then we went to start installing and realized that the box had been previously opened and was missing essential hardware. gurrr! Rusty went back to the store and by 10:00 we were finally ready to get to work. It still took a long long time because along with our amnesia of how crappy installing fans are we also forgot how to do it!

Here is the time that we finished. almost 1:00am in the morning!

 



But it turned out nice and it sure is awesome to have it in.
So the moral of the story is I am SO not a fan of installing fans. But I sure do like them once they're in. So if you need help installing a fan...DON'T call us. We have no clue what we are doing. Good luck if you ever attempt to dabble in the art of ceiling fan hanging uping!