In September of 2005, a good friend came over and helped me rip all the drywall out of the family room so that we could re-do it. And it remained that way for the next 3 years . . . . just studs . . . no insulation against heat or cold . . . . the whole room crammed with the refuse of "I have no where else to put this so chuck it in there . . ." The wife refused to call it the "family room" anymore and started to refer to it as the "Gonzo" and less PC terms . . . ending with the word "hole" . . .
In May of 2008, an army of people poured out heart and soul and wallets to get the dang thing spruced up and drywalled (amongst other things).
This past weekend, we finally got around to staining the floor - just 3 1/2 years after we started the project . . .