I'm coming to find out that houses are like relationships. You take the good with the bad and when the bad outweighs the good you get the hell out. I've lived in my house for about 1.5yrs and have put up with what I think is some serious BS. However, in my attempts to put a positive spin on things, I'm sitting on a couch in my basement and I can lean over and make splashy noises with the water on the ground which is pretty cool.
Speaking of home, I'd like to take a minute to appreciate my dad. The man never disappoints. He's always been the one constant role model and helping hand in my life.