| This is the master bathroom. I need to get this done soon because I'm starting to smell really bad. I've actually done quite a bit since this photo was taken. I got the shower base in and tiled the floor. Got all the backer board and drywall up. Ready to tile the shower. It's coming along. |
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| I wanted my kitchen to have a real open feel with lots of natural light. Maybe it's a little too open? This project was actually pretty scary because I didn't anticipate how much weight this exterior wall was holding up. I mean, there's just the roof over it, not another floor or anthing. But when I took that exterior wall out, it started to sag. I had to put in a support and jack up the house to get the ceiling level again so my cabinets will fit (I've got those cabinets that go all the way up to the ceiling, so any sag would be very noticeable). I knew I'd get it worked out, but it was stressful nonetheless. This is what I was doing yesterday. By last night I nailed up the sheathing outside and put in the big ol' picture window. |
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| Say goodbye to the old 70's kitchen. For anyone who saw this kitchen before I tore it apart, you know it was kind of dirty lookin'. Well you should see what was behind those cabinets and appliances. Eeeeeewwwww! The guy who lived here was disgusting. |
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| And the dining room/food staging area. This is almost like camping. This is everything that was in the kitchen cabinets. Now food preparation is a balancing act on any available horizontal surface. We do, however, have an automatic dishwasher: we just put the dirty dishes in the laundry tub downstairs and then do a load of laundry. When the washing machine drains into the tub, we have clean dishes. |
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| This is what my lucky neighbors get to look at. Most of my neighbors are really cool, but I have this one strange neighbor who works at Chuck E. Cheese's and is always bothering me. He weighs about 350 lbs and talks with a lisp, which isn't a reason not to like someone, but he has nothing worthwhile to say and I don't have the patience for it. He likes to come outside, lean on the fence, and ask me stupid questions while I'm working. Yesterday, after staring at me for about 10 minutes, he asked, "Can I call you Tornado? You sure know how to make a mess." Yeah, retard. Call me Tornado. |
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| Here's that fence my neighbor likes to lean on. |
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