Wow! I can’t believe the transformation!

By the time we finished the renovation I was worn smack out!

Then it went on the market.

By the time we finished dealing with realtors and buyers, I was resolved to never buy or sell another house again, EVER, as long as I lived.



Then I looked at our before and after footage and felt a sense of accomplishment. I’m so proud of The Mister and all the work he put into this house. I’m thankful to our dear friends who helped out, we would still be there working on the house if it wasn’t for you guys. I pray that the new owners will be blessed by this home and enjoy it for many years to come.

Here’s the video, I’m excited to share it with all of you.



Shhhh, don’t tell The Mister but now that we’re on the other side of the closing I’ve found myself sneaking peeks at Realtor.com and FB Marketplace again. Here’s hoping he doesn’t get bored again. Lord help us.

I wonder if they have a group for that.



I’m not gonna lie….

….using power tools makes me feel like a bad @$$.

This past week and I got my fill of using them.

First, I helped the Mister finish up the deck.

We’d worked out quite the system. He’d put in the first row of screws to make sure everything was square or level, and I’d come along later to put in the extra ones.

Saturday, after the storms blew through, we put up our corrugated metal ceiling on the covered patio.



I’m totally jealous of the outdoor living space for this home!

Here’s how it looked before the work began. Not a space I’d want to spend any time in.

The Mister had to cut some of the pieces so they’d go around the support posts. It made pretty sparks. 🙂 And, for the record, he doesn’t let me us that power tool. 🙁

Before we started he had this genius idea to put a brace up to rest the panels on as we slid them into place. I couldn’t get a picture of that in action because there were only two of us. But, in the one below you can see the piece of wood he used. This made it so much easier!





Here’s a closeup of the metal.

Once we finish this covered porch and get the landscaping finished I’ll post new pictures.

I also got to use the reciprocating saw to try to remove some flooring from the laundry room. That wasn’t a fun job, it was much harder than using the little cordless drill.

Gotta run, time to ice my shoulder.



Brown toilets and bullets

I know what you’re thinking.

“They are crazy to pull that beautiful brown toilet out of that home!”

“Don’t throw away that orange toilet lid cozy!”

“Can I have it?”




Sorry, it’s already been tossed.

But get this, when the Mister pulled the brown toilet out of the hall bath you’ll never believe what he found!

A bullet!

This one was much smaller than the hollow points he found in the side yard. But still, another lost bullet.

We didn’t call the police to come and get this one, not yet. We figured we’d wait to see what else we unearthed during the rest of the renovation.

Can’t wait to see what he finds next.




In the mean time, I’m wondering why a bullet was hidden behind the toilet.

Here’s my best guesses.

Because he lost the key to the safe?

In case someone did a sneak attack on him while he was doing his business?

What’s your best guess?



And the moral of the story is….

We hadn’t planned to paint our trim. We were going to leave it. So, before the carpet came I went through every room and thoroughly cleaned the trim with Murphy’s Oil soap.

Every room that is except the entryway. Is the entryway even a room? Anyway, tile was going in there so I didn’t bother cleaning yet.

Fast forward a few weeks and we’re painting trim, see pervious post here.

When I started to paint the trim in the entryway I got a little drip on the closet door so I swiped it with my brush. And low and behold, the paint on my brush wasn’t white anymore. Ewwwww.

The nicotine residue and grime turned the paint on my brush from white to tan. Yuck!

The paint on the trim in the picture on the top is supposed to be the same color as the door! Double yuck!

So, the moral of the story is……make sure you wash down all of your trim before you start painting it, otherwise, more work.

Reinstalling trim after painting it can be confusing

Here’s some tips on how to reduce the stress of it all!

We got our carpet and it looks fabulous!!! I mean, it goes well with the colors on the walls and the house is starting to look like a home and you can lay down on the floor if you want and you’re not going to get up and be all dirty. And, going without shoes is a must! So cozy.

It’s awesome, until you look at the trim.

Yeah, it looks old and dated and gross. I thought the original dark wood trim would look charming. Nope, I was wrong, again.



And to reenforce how wrong I was, our awesome realtor Jill Collins (you may remember her from this post: 5 Tips for Buying a Home)  took one look into the first bedroom and said, “you’re going to paint the trim, right?”

I was like: Uhhhh.

She was like: Right?

I was like: But the carpet.

She was like: Right?

I was like: But…….yes, of course we’re going to paint the trim.

She was like: Great. 🙂

So, we thought about taping the carpet but that’s just crazy. It’s expensive. It’s risky. It’s time consuming.



The Mister said he’d take the trim off the walls and we could paint it that way. Which was fantastic because it literally took three coats each!

But then the nightmares started. We’d take it off and then not be able to figure out where the pieces went.

But alas, we devised a plan.

As he took each piece off the wall he left it laying on the floor. Then he carefully marked each piece with: which room it came out of, a number starting from the left and going clockwise, and which side of the room it was on.

This made it so much easier to remember where each piece went when it was time to put it back on.

Now our rooms look fantastic! I can’t wait to share the before and after pictures!



Bless this home

When our church moved out of its storefront location into a free-standing building our pastor invited us to come in and write blessings, Bible verses and prayers on the floor before the tile was installed.

I remember kneeling near what would become a modest indoor waterfall and writing a prayer for some of my dearest family and friends who didn’t yet know Jesus. They didn’t know that he was sent to earth to cover our sins, the sins that keep us from heaven. They’d hear of him sure, but they didn’t trust him. They thought you could get to heaven by doing good works and being a “good person.”

At least two of them have come to trust Jesus, I’m still praying for the others.



I loved the idea of blessing a place. When the Mister remodeled our sunroom at the home we live in, I wrote blessings on the floor for us and anyone who enters our home. That sunroom is easily our favorite room in the house and it’s were visitors gravitate to and relax in. Many have told me how peaceful it is in there.

I knew I wanted to do the same thing at the investment property. Beyond the drama we’ve discovered that went on in this house , I wanted to really bless the new owners, and all who step foot in there.

So, as people stopped by to check it out, or to lend a hand, I asked them share their favorite verse or write a blessing or prayer.

We saw at least one contractor read a verse. Here are the ones we’ve gathered so far.

My prayer for all who enter.
A friend’s verse, the one we saw a contractor read.
This verse is close to my friend’s heart. It was one of the first he learned when he started trusting in jesus.
Probably the most popular verse in the Bible. It pretty much sums it up! This is in a child’s room.
And so is this one. Another awesome verse to lean into.




sometimes people think christians are stuffy and can’t have fun. I thought this Was perfect For the kitchen.
A pryaer for the master bedroom.
Another prayer for the master bedroom. And for me too!

 

I hope this post has blessed you in some way today. If it has, please share it.

Now it’s your turn. What blessing, verse or prayer would you share?



That one time when we found a clip filled with hollow points

Yeah, that’s right. The Mister was digging and unearthed a full clip of hollow point bullets.

Boy, I never in my wildest dreams would have guessed I’d be posting a blog on this topic.

I heard him call my name. I was on the other side of the house in the bed of the pickup truck tossing out mulch around a lovely hydrangea.




Our conversation went a little something like this. Some liberties may have been taken in this re-telling.

He was like, “look at what I found.”

I was like, “WHAT!!???!?!? U R KIDDING ME!!”

He was like, “yeah, maybe I’ll find the gun next.”

I was like, “we better call 5-0 cause we can’t toss this in the trash.”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “I’m so glad they didn’t try to burn this!”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “did you hit it with your shovel?”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “praise Jesus one didn’t go off.”

He was like, “yup.”

I called our local police department, on the non-emergency line, and they came and took the clip and bullets away. They said if we found anymore to just call them and they’ll take care of it.

The hollow point bullets weren’t really buried, more like tossed outside and accidentally covered by debris.

We knew this home had a “history” but really? Bullets in the side yard?

Who even does that? How does that happen?



Here’s a few of theories:

• There was fight over the gun and someone said, “fine, you keep the gun but you’re not getting the bullets.” And they tossed them in the side yard.

• Some tried to hide them and buried them under a rock.

• They fell out of a car.

• They fell out a moving box.

• They fell out of a trash bag someone was taking to the burn pile and it saved their life. They are lucky they didn’t use Hefty, Hefty, Hefty.

Your turn. How do you think they bullets ended up outside, partially buried?