Twenty-Nine.

Wednesday is here.

Wednesday.  The day the first of our *hopefully* many vacation renters will come and stay at our little house.

I will feel nervous until after I meet the renters and hand them their key, but there is a nice sense of relief seeing as how there is really not much more I can do at this point.

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After 7, yes SEVEN years of horrific remodeling nonsense, our 100-year-old house is finally finished.

Kind of.

Sort of.

But really super close.

So, on this the 23rd day of the month of June in the year Two-Thousand-and-Ten of our Lord, I, yes, I, Taylor Mal-a-blah-blah would like to present to you:

The House The Lumberjack Built.

May I remind you that he built this house for yours truly, yet did not finish it 10 days after we moved out.  I am not upset.  I am just pointing out the facts.

First . . . a reminder of just how far we have come on this journey.

And the end result:

Master Bedroom.

With the down comforter that was inappropriately dried and we sincerely hope no one will notice.

Interruption:  Did not my Lumberjack do a nice job with trim in the house?  I submit that there is nothing better than white trim lining everything.

My Lumberjack.

He did it all for me.

*tear*

Bedroom 2:  The boys old room.

I had to wash those walls something fierce.

Dirty fingerprints.

Everywhere.

Boys are dirty.

Who knew?!

Bedroom 3:  The girls old room.

No wall scrubbing necessary.

Now, this room is stressing me out.

Do not the beds look . . . tiny?

But herein lies the problem:  If you have beds on frames in that room, when you sit up in bed, you smack your head on the dormers.

Yet, I cannot put beds over here because:

A)  With the closet door, the wall length is not long enough.

B)  On the opposite wall, there is a heater and I fear that if a guest is cold and therefore turns on the heat, their bed might catch fire.

And that would not be ideal.

We might get a less-than-perfect visitor review if that event were to occur.

Hallway!

Chair rail!

Go, Lumberjack!

Upstairs bathroom.

Fun Fact:  When we bought this house, it did not have an upstairs bathroom.

My Lumberjack is awesome like that.

Hands off, girls!

Get your own Lumberjack-Electrician-Hunter-Home-Remodeler Guy!

Fun Fact:  When we bought this house The Lumberjack and I estimated it would cost about $8000 to remodel it.

Even Funner Fact: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The Funnest Fact:  We have spent a significant amount more than that.

The Obvious Fact:  The Lumberjack and I are idiots.

Dining Room/Living Room.

Hello, my lovely black, big table!

I miss you!

Return to me!

Holy Lighting!

Can anyone tell that my husband is an electrician?

Beautiful!

Gorgeous!

Wish I could have used it!

Raise your hand if you recall me complaining about the wires for the under-cabinet lighting poking me in the eyes while I cooked mediocre meals for my family?

Remember this photo?

Well, I think my Lumberjack is feeling a bit nostalgic . . . and spunky.

Because look at what he left unfinished:

Do you see it?

Do you see it?

There is one little light unit that has yet to be installed.

Yet, I would like to announce that he did take the time to replace all of the exterior door hinges.

Apparently those were more noticeable.

Lumberjacks are weird.

The Laundry Room.

With the broken, yet still useable, washing machine.

So there you have it!

It's all done!

Except for that one light, the washing machine repair, a little bit of touch up paint throughout the house, the porch needs to be painted, and the garage needs to be torn down and rebuilt.

But, we'll call it good for now.

Hey, Lumberjack!

We remodeled a 100-year-old house!

Look at us and our bad selves!

Or, more accurately:  Look at The Lumberjack and his bad self!

For I know not the difference between a Rotozip and a Sawzall.

I merely clean up after his messes.

If I had a nickel for every time I have scrubbed paint out of the sink and swept sheet rock dust off of the floor . . .

Alright!

Wish me luck with the renters!

Oh, and 100 (meaningless) points to anyone who can guess what other event is occurring today.

Toodles!