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Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas in the South!

    This Christmas, Justin and I are thankful that we were able to participate in both of our families' traditional yuletide festivities.  


    The Parrott family gathers in the old tobacco barn, located behind my grandmother's 1854 farmhouse, every Christmas eve to barbecue a hog. This tradition began with my grandfather, who would invite several men from the community to join him in this manly activity and enjoy a nice BBQ sandwich or two. At some point the invitations were extended to female family members, also - and so the tradition began.


  As we were discussing the origins of the tradition, my aunts and uncles determined it has been approximately 20 years that the entire family has enjoyed pulled pork with homemade vinegar-based barbecue sauce.  I have to give my Uncle Mike and Uncle Brad credit, because I do believe this year's hog was one of the best, and most tender they've cooked.


     I guess you can call this a Country Christmas, if you'd like. We spent most of our time out doors, shooting guns, burning off a small patch of pinewoods beside the barn, and just laughing and enjoying the company.


Thankfully this Christmas actually felt like Christmas. The temperatures were perfect to gather around a fire, swap stories, and reminisce. The temperature hovered in the 40's all day, which seemed much more appropriate than last year's 70 degree day.


   As the night came, and only because it was time to eat, not because were actually hungry, my Uncle Mike cooked Lowcountry Boil (which is a tradition that was started only about 4 or 5 years ago). We used my grandmother's well-used dough bowl and a brand-new bowl that Justin made for my dad as a Christmas present to serve our supper.  My dad kept a close watch over his new dough bowl to make sure it did not disappear into someone else's car.


  After dinner, we all ventured back to the house to open presents. As we were all sitting in a circle, we were reminded of how blessed we are to have our family to share in these fun-filled traditions.


   On Christmas morning, we woke up early to open presents and enjoy a breakfast of grits and leftover barbecue with my family. By 8:30, we were on the road heading from Florence, SC to Perry, GA, which is about a 5 1/2 hour drive. We arrived at Justin's grandparents' house around 2:30, ready to celebrate Christmas all over again. 

   Justin's grandma cooked up a feast of turkey and ham, mashed potatoes, and homemade noodles, green beans and dressing, sweet potato souffle, and yeast rolls. After dinner we are made a few trips to the dessert table room before waddling to the living room to open gifts.

   Unlike my family, the Tyson's take turns opening presents one at a time, from the youngest to the oldest. Which I think is a pretty good idea! The living room was barely large enough to fit the entire family, much less the bounty of presents that we were all opening. We all had plenty of presents, but of course the family's youngest members had the most gifts of all. I guess it is just too hard to walk by the baby aisle and not want to buy something! :) 

Here are a few pictures to show off our nieces:

 Grandpa and Lillian

Nathan and Lillian
  Travis and Gabriela play a mean piano.

 Gabriela sitting in the same chair Granddad Tyson sat in when he was her size.

It's sad, really; you can tell how neglected they are!

Friday, December 17, 2010

It's Never Too Early For Cupcakes!







How lucky are my students? Incredibly lucky, I must say!

On Wednesday night, I made chocolate chip and sugar cookies to take to school on Friday for my teacher aides and students to celebrate the last day of school before the holidays. However, when I got home on Thursday afternoon, all but 3 of the cookies I had not already put in specific cookie tins were gone, eaten, devoured by Justin. I guess I can't blame him, they were wonderfully chewy! :)

So, last night's mission, on top of making cupcakes, was to make more chocolate chip cookies - lots of them.

This morning as I headed out the door, my arms were full of yummy goodies -  two cupcake carriers,  about 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies, and four teacher gifts makes for several trips.

When the kids strolled into the classroom this morning, I showed them the treats I had made for them but informed them we wouldn't be eating cupcakes until the following period. Only one of my students was not returning for that class so I told him, "Brendan, you aren't with us next period, however if you want a cupcake you may come by after school and get one." I was amazed by his reply, "I think I'll pass on the cupcakes, isn't it a little early for cupcakes?" 

First off, what kid doesn't think sugar is a major food group? Secondly, too early? When is NOT a good time to eat cupcakes (in the eyes of a kid)? 

Well, needless to say, the students in the following class certainly did not agree with Brendan and provided much needed compliments after hours of baking. I love my students, as much as they may make me want to pull my hair out, they always provide humor to my day. 


Thursday, December 9, 2010

Mistletoe Hung Where You Can See...

 From one holiday to another, we're enjoying the ride. Some days it's harder than we imagined, sharing the holidays with both families and determining when we'll be where, but it goes without saying we have thoroughly enjoyed the time we do get to spend with family!

 Since Thanksgiving came and went too quickly, we decided to make Christmas last all month. Our first decoration we set up was the Nativity scene, since it is the reason for the season. And the second? Well, that was the mistletoe...because we'll take every excuse we can get to show affection. ;)


Last weekend we made a trip to Clayton to work on a few Christmas gifts and just do winter touristy things. After spending a rather large amount of the time discovering how much money one can spend in downtown Clayton, I decided to return home and see what I could find in the shop. Well, turns out, when boredom takes over you discover talents you never knew you had. In my case, it's carving. To be honest calling it a talent is rather exaggerated, but it did keep me occupied for quite sometime.


After Justin finished everything he needed his shop for, we headed out for some adventure. There were two items on my wish-list for the weekend...#1. Find a tree farm and cut down a tree! I guess it helps to have a husband who used to be a county agent in the mountains, because he knew just where to go.

  
    We only had to look at 3,000 trees in 23 degree weather before we found the perfect one.
 

   They had guys all over the tree farm with chainsaws and tractors with trailers, but we were determined to use a handsaw and manpower to bring it back to the truck. Justin's connections came in handy again when we paid for the tree. The owner happened to be at the farm and he was nice enough to give us a discount because Justin worked with him closely as a county agent for two years.  


   Second item on the to-do list: Goats on the Roof! No we are not turning our vacation home into a playpen for ungulates; it's a little tourist trap I have been dying to visit for the past couple years.


   After Goats on the Roof, we packed up and headed home in the Spirit of Christmas and ready to decorate our tree the following day. We decided to continue the tradition that we started last year and make finger foods and hot apple cider while we decorated the tree.
   

  The Pigs in a Blanket were my favorite, but we also had Summer Sausage with cheese and crackers and Justin's favorite, sausage balls.



In addition to our cheap, plastic balls from Wal-Mart, we decorated the tree with some ornaments with more sentimental value.


    The week before Justin and I got married, my mom gave me a box of beautiful glass ornaments. She had been saving these for a while and wanted us to have some nice ornaments to adorn our first tree.


   The next one is  a very special ornament to us. We bought this ornament in Niagara Falls, Canada. It was rather expensive for an ornament, so I was surprised when Justin didn't even bat an eye when I asked for it. Little did I know that we would be engaged later that night. :)


   The last one is our ornament from our honeymoon in Yosemite National Park. In the hustle and bustle of getting married, moving from one house to another and then into another...we thought we had lost it. Thankfully I found it few days ago hiding in our memory box.


   Our tree!


    As we were looking at Christmas trees I was also intrigued by the wreaths. All season long I have wanted one to hang on our door, but being the frugal couple that we are, we couldn't bring ourselves to spend $20-30 for one. After inspecting how some were made at the tree farm, we deemed it as a craft worth trying. We decided to make use of the lower branches of our tree to make one for ourselves. 

How to make a
 Homemade Wreath:

Materials Needed:
-Metal Coat Hanger
-Polyester String (cotton string will break when you pull it tight.)
-Fraser Fur boughs
 
1. Justin straightened a metal coat hanger and bent it into a circle and twisted each end around itself to hold it in place.

2. We took the branches we had taken from the bottom of the tree and cut them into ~12inch lengths.

3. Then we bundled about 4 of the twigs together and tied them onto the metal frame. Each one overlapping the last, like shingles on a roof.


  This was very simple and with two people it took about twenty minutes. However, I must warn you, if you pull too tight when tying the branches on, your pinkies may get blisters... or maybe that's just me. :)


As the Christmas decorations displace the Fall decorations, you may be left wondering what to do with the left over pumpkins? Since we were so busy around Halloween, we decided not to carve a pumpkin this year and still had a beautiful pumpkin sitting on our front porch. Justin about through it out before we came up with the idea of creating a...

   Pumpkin Santa:


Yes, we know it sounds kind of cheesy and his face does look a little like the Pringles man, but we are proud of the jolly old gourd that now adorns our front porch. :)


  Pumpkin Santa says, "Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas!"

Thursday, December 2, 2010

'Tis the season for a little break...

Thanksgiving is over. It was a wonderful break from the routine of daily living, but along with Thanksgiving left my patience, my sanity, and my... Well, I am not going to elaborate quite yet. This time of the year, you expect students to be wild and far too ready for a two week vacation, but I did not realize I would be this ready, too. Thankfully, Christmas break for me and my fellow educators is only 11 school days away.

Recently, I was talking with a fellow blogger about how we sometimes wish we had created an anonymous blog so we could say whatever we felt and it couldn't be traced back to us... Sometimes those stories would just be hilarious tales we are too embarrassed for all of our close family and friends to know, and other posts would be a way to vent, which would, in many cases, probably put my job in jeopardy. 

Without going into much detail, because this is not an anonymous blog, of course, I will use my freedom of expression in a way that I cannot use at my place of employment.

Many of the teachers at my school have deemed me the diplomat. They often call me and ask if I can come help write an email to an angry parent, because they are not quite sure how to phrase how they really feel in a way that won't get them sued. I'm not sure how I've have been given this prestigious honor, but it is quite amusing. Maybe they just realize how many times a week I am called to the office for a parent conference and deem me as experienced (and it's only my first year!)?

 I have wonderful relationships with the parents of most of my students, but things can, and many times do, get a little strained in two situations: around interim/report card time and when their child is disciplined.

If you have been following my blog, you know there are a few things that college does not prepare a teacher for. As a continuation of a previous blog post, I would like to add just one more thing I was not ready for:
  • Blame.
I was never told how many parents of students do not place the blame on themselves or even their own child for receiving failing grades, refusing to do work, or even punching another kid. Apparently, it is usually the teacher's fault. How do they rationalize this pointing of the finger? Well, they do it in many ways, but I'm not ready to disclose all of their little secrets on the world wide web quite yet.

I do wonder, though, when it stopped being the responsibility of the student to write their own homework down, and when it stopped being the responsibility of the parents to ensure they have completed everything assigned. I know sometimes students cannot be trusted to write down their homework (even though it is written on the board before they enter the classroom and it is a part of the classroom procedures), so our school provides several resources for parents to retrieve such information. However, when the grades come out and the student is failing a class because they are not completing homework, too often the parent turns on the teacher and says it is because their agenda is not being signed every day. However they conveniently overlook the fact that it is the students responsibility to take the agenda to the teacher to be signed. 

Maybe everyone is just a little testy at this time of year, because we were teased with a little 3 day break and then expected to go back to normal after gorging ourselves with too much turkey, pumpkin pie, and college football.

Don't get me wrong, I do have some awesome parents who are very supportive and are working hard  get their child the best education. These parents who suggest changes at home before immediately calling for an IEP meeting to complain are precious and worth a million. I am not trying to generalize and say all  parents are overwhelmingly hard to deal with, because that would be an incorrect statement. I enjoy working closely with parents and am glad to be consulted when problems arise.  I love my students--they offer great ideas and keep me laughing on a regular basis.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Baking!

   I guess this holiday season I am learning a few valuable lessons--many of which my mother tried to teach me when I was younger, before I realized I would ever have to be doing grocery shopping on my own.

    One of the lessons...Never wait until the last minute to go Thanksgiving grocery shopping. For if you do, you'll be shopping with the rest of the town and fighting your way down an aisle just to find out they are out of the item you needed...like canned pumpkin (but I'll save that for later).

    One of my friends sent me a very cute recipe for Turkey Cupcakes, and I decided to give it a shot. I made my list, categorized the items by aisles and set of for the store. Just to clarify, I'm not always this anal about making my shopping list, however, I did anticipate the stores being crowded, so I figured this way would make things easier.

    I think I set my own personal record for a Wal-Mart visit--even with standing in a line for 20 minutes. But when I got home, unpacked, and started baking, I realized...I did not get the candy corn. Well, being the good husband that he is, Justin volunteered to go back to the store and get it. I was beginning to get worried when he wasn't back in an hour... Right as I was picking up the phone to call him he comes walking through the door. Before I could even ask, he begins, "Do you know that NO ONE sells candy corn this time of year? I went to Wal-Greens, Kroger, Wal-Mart, and CVS. None of them had it." First of all, kudos to him for going not only to one extra store, but the 3 in search of candy corn.  Needless to say improvising was needed.

This morning I went to the store in search of a substitute. Nothing remotely resembles candy corn... After staring at all of the options, I decided to go with Fruit Slices, Twizzlers, and Hot Tamales. I figured, one out of the three would certainly work.

...And it did. The Fruit Slices were deemed the winner and used as the turkey's tail feathers.

Turkey Cupcakes Recipe: Click Here

*Note: In the future I would not put the Oreos and Nutterbutters in the cupcakes until the last minute. The cookies became soggy overnight.


   The baking did not stop with our turkey friends, however. Since Justin and I both feel that, since we are married now, we cannot show up for Thanksgiving dinner empty handed. So, desserts had to be made for both sides of the family.

I made a Double Layer Pumpkin Pie. This combines the best of both world’s, a pumpkin pie, and a cheesecake.  What could be better?   I have not tried it, but I have licked the spoon...and oh boy, it was yummy. This was one of the easiest pies to make because there was no baking involved...just chill time.

*Sensational Double Layer Pumpkin Pie
4 oz. cream cheese, softened*
1 Tbsp. milk or half-and-half
1 Tbsp. sugar
 1 1/2 C. Whipped Topping
 1 Graham Cracker Pie Crust (6oz.)
 1 C. milk or half-and-half
2 pkg. (4-serving size) Vanilla Instant Pudding
1 can (16 oz.) pumpkin
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. ground ginger
1/4 tsp. ground cloves

 *Helpful Hint: Soften cream cheese in microwave on HIGH 15 to 20 seconds.

Mix cream cheese, milk and sugar in large bowl with wire whisk until smooth. Gently stir in whipped topping. Spread on bottom of crust. Pour 1 cup milk into bowl. Add pudding mix. Beat with wire whisk until well blended, 1 to 2 minutes. (Mixture will be thick.) Stir in pumpkin and spices with wire whisk; mix well. Spread over cream cheese layer. Refrigerate at least 4 hours.


   Lastly, the pumpkin pie. What's Thanksgiving without a pumpkin pie, right? Well, this is Justin's expertise. He made the crust and the pie without my help!

   Earlier in the season, we cut up and baked a pretty Cinderella pumpkin to make pies out of it. We froze the left overs to use later....which came in handy last night, because I only purchased one can of pumpkin at Wal-Mart, and I'm sure Justin was in no mood to go back, either.

    Thanks to Lindsay and Beau and our "Taste of Georgia" cookbook, he was able to make this pie. He used the Butternut Squash Pie recipe and substituted pumpkin for squash. We've made this same pie several times and we LOVE it!

Butternut Squash Pie
Oven: 425 degrees 15 minutes
          350 degrees 30 minutes

Yield: 2 pies

3 cups mashed, cooked squash (we used pumpkin)
1 cup sugar
3 eggs, beaten
1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 can evaporated milk
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
2 Tbs butter, melted
2 unbaked pie shells

He also added:
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground cloves

He substituted:
whipping cream for evaporated milk.

Mix all ingredients well. Pour into 2 unbaked pie shells. Bake at 425 degrees for 15 minutes, then at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until a knife inserted comes out clean. Cool and serve with whipped cream! :)

Happy Thanksgiving! Bake well!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Time for Thanksgiving

   As I sit in a nice, big, comfy chair, (while Justin makes homemade biscuits) I am reminded of how much I have been blessed with and how much I have to be thankful for. Which previously mentioned statement makes me thankful, you ask? The comfy chair or the husband making biscuits? Well, I'd have to say both...but I'll get to that.

    Since today was the Sunday before Thanksgiving, our church service was dedicated to giving thanks. On this Sunday, the tradition at Moriah Primitive Baptist Church in Colbert, GA, the men of the church are welcomed to stand and give thanks for the blessings they have been given over the past year.  I have come to love this service because we are all reminded of how much we cannot do it alone. We are in need of our families -be it blood, in-laws, or church families-, our salvation, and most of all our God to make it through not only tough times, but delightful times, too.

   As Thanksgiving draws close, it occurs to me that I, all too often, complain, take for granted, and overlook all the blessings that are right in front of me. In the spirit of the season and hopefully far beyond Thursday, I want to share a few blessings that I do not say thank you for near enough.

  1.  My God who is forgiving, understanding, and gracious.
  • A while back, when I was struggling with the sickness and death of my grandfather, I was reflecting on several issues. In that reflection I wrote,
"   It never fails. Every time I fall flat on my face, barging into sin like a bull in a china shop, I come face to face with my own humanity; my imperfection and the inadequacy of my self imposed attempts at holiness. And each time, I am ever more aware of my inability to produce good works on my own and of my ultimate reliance on God’s grace.
    However, I am slowly learning that God works everything together for good--yes, even my sin.(See Romans 8:28). The past two weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster ride for me. I have fallen short but as long as I remain in this body, I will never measure up.  With all of my slip-ups, failures, and flat out rebellion, God still says "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9.
    So, I will stand under grace. In an ever-changing world of high pressures, lofty expectations and disappointments, God is the same yesterday, today and forever. I do not change Him. My actions do not change who He is. And my sin does not make Him less holy.
His grace is sufficient for me!"
  • I am very thankful to be a child of the King and I strive to live in a way that serves him. However, I do have slip-ups, I am often a failure, and I can not be thankful enough for the one who gave his life so I could live.
    2. I am thankful to have an adorable, patient, and selfless husband.
  • As most of you know, Justin and I got married in May and then set out on a beautiful (sometimes frightening) adventure. Since then, we have experienced far too many changes for me to document in this one blog post. Through the changes, Justin has been rather calm and collected and I....well, we don't always have the same temperament. He has been patient through many mood swings... and when I come grumbling through the door at 6:30pm crying over my monstrosity of a day. He lets me cry, makes my favorite dinner, and then asks what else he can do for me-- all while he's had  a pretty crummy day, too. For him, I am truly thankful! There is much more I could say, but for now, I'll move on.
    3. My family.
  •  I recently had a conversation with a friend about the attitudes, demeanors, and personalities of some of the students we teach. During the conversation we came to the conclusion that many of the issues we deal with in the classroom are issues that should be dealt with at home. However, judging from the students in my class, many of children do not have a loving, caring mother and father at home to teach them appropriate social behaviors. No one to teach them how to respond to conflict. No one to inspire them to do well in school, to read a book, to play a sport. This thanks is to my parents for raising me in a way that is socially acceptable, for punishing me for inappropriate behaviors, for having high standards and expectations, for holding fast to Christian values, and for loving me through it all, (from when I cried as an infant to when I made you cry as a teen). They have been the best example a newly wed could ask for. Without their leadership, dedication and love I would not be who I am today. I do not say it enough, Thank you!
   4. My In-Laws:
  • To some, this may sound strange. However, I have to admit and I do not ever want to forget, how lucky I am to have married into such an incredible family. They are all supportive, hard-working, and talented beyond imagination! Between Mr. Tony, Mrs. Mona, Travis, Emily, and Nathan, there isn't much that can't be done! (I would throw Justin in the mix, too, but he's not an in-law). Travis plays any instrument you throw at him. His band played at our wedding reception. You know they're good when even my dad says, "Man, that boy can play!" Emily - what doesn't she do? Organize decorations for a rehearsal dinner held in Georgetown, SC from Iowa, make an awesome groom's cake, and being a wonderful bridesmaid - all while keeping her 1 year old daughter entertained. Kudos! Nathan can fix anything mechanical and does metal working to compliment Justin's woodworking.  Nathan helped Justin install a muffler and fix his tailgate in exchange for Justin helping him build a garage door this weekend. Justin's parents are also very helpful. On so many occasions they have dropped whatever they could have been doing to make a trip to Clayton to help us fix up our house. Several jobs around the house could not have been completed without Mr. Tony's strength. We are also very thankful for the delicious meals they prepare every time we visit or even pass through.
   5. My job.
  • In this economy, it is hard to be anything but thankful to have a full time position anywhere. However, I am very thankful to be in a profession that touches and changes lives everyday. Some days are rough, I'm not going to say otherwise, but as a special education teacher, that is expected. I am thankful to be given the passion for kids, and the opportunity to live out my passion everyday. I have a good support team at school- a principal, a mentor, and a special education coordinator- who all make it a point to encourage me and sing my praises on a regular basis.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Does anyone want to buy a house in the mountains?

"You mean, the next time we visit we can just vacation??" 

We are proud to announce that our house is finished. Yes, the one that we have spent 9 out of 22 weekends of our married life fixing up, yes, the one that has taken 2 years and 11 months to complete. I know, we can't believe we're saying it either...WE ARE FINISHED!

Before

     In the yard of our little house on a hill once stood a giant pine tree with limbs all the way to the ground and a pretty large magnolia that unfortunately blocked our beautiful view. The blue/grey color scheme was a little dated and the fascia boards were rotten.

After

 Now: The pine and magnolia trees no longer adorn our front yard. And those overgrown shrubs in the first picture? Justin took those out before I had the pleasure of seeing them in person. Although the landscape still leaves something to be desired, we now have an (almost) uninterrupted view of the mountains across the valley. Not to mention, the blue/grey color scheme has been changed, and I finally got my red door!
Before:

The storage shed on the property was in awful condition when Justin bought the house. The hillside behind had slowly creeped up on the shed, rotting out the back corner, the floor joists, and all of the plywood. The foundation was too low for the site and had no ventilation. The inside had only bare studs, there was no electricity, and only two small windows to let in light.

After:

Now: The foundation is a layer of cinderblocks higher and has adequate ventilation. The floor joists are made of 2x10 treated lumber instead of rotted 2x8s. The swinging door that took up half the floor space in the shop when it was opened has been replaced by a sliding barn-style door. The two small windows are gone, and three larger windows have taken their place, And of course the color scheme has been slightly modified!

The bare studs inside the shop are covered with 12" wide knotty pine paneling. The lighting is more than sufficient, and there are 110V and 220V outlets throughout the shop for the plentiful power tools that now inhabit the space.

Before

I mentioned how awful the kitchen used to look in a previous post, but here you can see it in its full glory: dingy yellow walls, dark plantation blinds, and of course the old fake-walnut cabinets and fake-marble countertops.

After:

Now: The old cabinets have been given new life with a fresh coat (several coats, actually) of white paint, new doors and drawers, brushed nickel hardware, and a couple additional lower cabinets. The walls are a more inviting blue, the ceilings are adorned with crown molding, and the linoleum is gone, in favor of solid white oak floors. Although you can't see the partition in the old photos, the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room is now gone, and we have a spacious great room instead.

Before


Believe it or not, this photo actually doesn't reveal just how awful the living room looked. The flash must have brightened it up considerably, because walking into this room was much like walking into a bat cave. Add up the dark fake wood paneling, the plantation shutters, the overgrown shrubs and trees in front of the tiny window, and the single, 40-watt light bulb that was intended to illuminate this space, and you have strong evidence that the previous inhabitants were descended from vampires one very dreary room.

After

Now: The room is now much more open, much brighter, and much more inviting. Out with dark wood paneling, in with a cheerier paint color on our new drywall. Out with the dark green(ish) molding, in with the white. And one of my favorite touches - out with the ridiculously placed closet in the middle of our living room, and in with a brightly painted entertainment center (well, actually, a space where one could put an entertainment center if one so desired).


Another view of our entertainment center, and the hallway that also used to have fake wood paneling halfway up the walls.

Before

The "Master" bedroom pretty much speaks for itself. Off-white walls coupled with a delightful pink wallpaper border. A giant king-sized bed that took up half of the floor space. But hey, at least the bedspread matched the wallpaper, right?

After

Now: It looks a bit bare without any furniture it, but it's definitely not bland anymore!


The closet that was once completely covered by an oversized dresser (functional, huh?), is now adorned with cedar shelves and wainscoting and smells as good as it looks!

Before

The hallway bathroom continued the "fake wood paneling" theme that you saw earlier, but this time the paneling was not dark brown, but rather off-white with little gold cracks. Yeesh. The cabinetry matched the kitchen cabinets, and colorful linoleum floor didn't improve its appearance. Although it was not caught by the appraiser, the inspector, or by my own dear husband before he purcharsed the house, the toilet in this bathroom had a very small crack in it that was slowly leaking water under the linoleum and rotting out the subfloor beneath. For this reason, this was the first room to be tackled when he finally did notice it. (I really am quite saddened, by the way, that I never got to see this bathroom in all its original glory. Justin was already laying tile in here during the first few nights that we spoke on the phone.)

After

Now: In this room, my jack-of-all-trades husband really earned his title. He tore the bathroom down to the bare studs, except for the tub which was still in good condition, and reworked the wiring and plumbing, hung new drywall, patched the subfloor, installed tile floor and walls, and built a new cabinet and molding from lumber that he sawed himself. The floor, the lower 3' of the wall, and all around and above the shower are now covered with ceramic and slate tiles. The wallpaper has been replaced by a nice sage paint color. The leaky toilet is long gone, and a new throne stands in its place. And best of all, the cabinet, the door frame, and the crown molding are all made from beautiful solid cherry wood.

Before

  The "Master" bathroom was hardly better than the hallway bathroom. Although the shower was tiled, decades of mildew and changing styles had taken their toll. The wallpaper, which was peeling, the linoleum, and the cabinets were equally outdated. We weren't too fond of the pink towels but those were a quick fix!

After

Now: The bathroom has a new, larger vanity with a granite countertop, new tile floors, new paint and drywall, crown molding, new toilet, new shower doors, and my personal favorite, a shower tiled floor-to-ceiling with multicolored slate tiles on the floor.

Before

You can't see much in this picture, but there's not much to see anyway. (Just as a side note, the table seen in this photo is actually a crib with a piece of plywood on top and a sheet covering it.)


Now: The wall color is rich chocolate brown, which really isn't too dark because of the three large windows, two of which overlook the mountains. 


This is a third bedroom and there is no before for this one, just an after (but you got the idea from the previous two bedrooms: beige walls, greenish-brown trim, and outdated furniture.) This room only had a small single window, so we gave it a bright color to lighten things up. 


Just picture some dark wood paneling and orange linoleum and you will be grateful there is no before picture for this one either. The laundry room now has drywall, tile floors, and plenty of functional shelves - not to mention a brand-new water heater.
  As you can see we have put a lot of sweat, a lot of time, and a lot of money into our little mountain getaway. Now that we finally have a beautiful, comfortable, and inviting place to spend the weekends....does anyone want to buy it? ;)