Just call me Handyman

There is something fulfilling about fixing things without the help of a father, a husband or some other man willing to give time and advice to solve household problems. When I want to get things done, I Google.

That's right. When I couldn't figure out why our garage door button had to be pushed constantly until the door was fully closed, I Googled it. The answer? The safety mechanism near the floor was knocked loose and the system was merely being safe and not killing small children it thought may be in the way.

When I needed to get the foul odor out of our cement garage floor, I Googled that, too. It took three applications, but it finally worked.

When our dryer had a three-prong power cord and the outlet required a four-prong cord, I Googled how to connect the new plug. Works like a charm. (I stayed beside the dryer for an entire cycle just to be sure I wouldn't start a fire and burn down our first house within a week of closing.)

What's next on my Google-fest? Perhaps I'll find out how to fix the porch gutter's leak problem, or maybe how to adjust the toilet's ballcock so water isn't constantly draining from the tank.

P.S. "After" photos coming shortly. We're still unboxing everything.