*Warning: This is a rant. Feel free to skip this post. Unless you want to find out why I still haven’t sold my house yet.*
I have been too aggravated lately to blog complements of my contractor, Mike. He kept starting new projects and never finishing the one he was already working on, claiming that he’d “get to it in his order.”
A week and a half ago, he wanted more money, and when I told him no, I can’t give him money I don’t have for projects he wasn’t supposed to work on, he bailed on me. Even had the nerve to text me that he’s done more for me and my investment house than anyone else he’s ever worked for. I guess that means that he doesn’t finish work for any of his customers!
*End of rant*
I’m FINALLY getting around to updating my blog. I’ve been busy traveling back and forth from Houston and Pittsburgh, attempting to maintain a balance between home and working with my contractor, Mike. He’s very talented, and is almost done with the major projects in this house!
Below are some pictures of the upstairs bathroom that he’s almost done with:
More pictures coming soon…
In June when Jim and Noah flew to Ambridge, he stayed with us for a week. Before he flew back to Houston, we drove Northeast a few hours to a small town Palmyra in upstate New York. This is where Joseph Smith grew up and prayed to know which he should join.
Seth and Noah posing in front of the Hill Cumorah monument.
The Sacred Grove
We visited Joseph Smith’s family farm where he prayed and had what the First Vision in answer to his humble prayer. The area where the above monument is located is where an angel showed him sacred gold plates, which is an ancient book of scriptures about people who lived in South America. While we were there, we felt the peace of the Holy Spirit testify that this is sacred ground, and I’m so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who is mindful of all of us.
I highly recommend you visit this sacred historical site regardless of whether or not you are LDS (Mormon).
I’ve been going through the pictures on my phone and found this picture below of my bathroom in the dingy basement where my family and I were living (once I took our dog to Ambridge). My dog fights with my parent’s dog upstairs, so we lived in this basement.
And this is how the bathroom walls look now. My contractor Mike is AMAZING!
I will post a picture of the shower when Mike is finished with this bathroom. I’m excited to see the results of this old house restored and cared for after three years of abandonment.
The first time Jim and I attended our church Institute class together we hit it off. We talked, and talked, and talked, without the usual awkward silence when you go out for your first long car ride.
When the class ended, we drove back to Cranberry Twp and ate at Max & Erma’s. Jim was different than anyone I’d ever met, and I felt so comfortable around him, like I already knew him.
While we were in Pittsburgh working on our investment house, we drove back to Max & Erma’s on a Friday night, and we enjoyed our date as we talked and talked. It brought back so many fun memories of a younger, less complicated life.
Oh how I ❤ this man!
Last week while we my family and I were in Ambridge, we enlisted the help of our extended family and and two of the sweetest sister missionaries I’ve met so far!
After making many repairs on the walls, they primed and painted all the rooms downstairs, the hallways, and then moved upstairs to paint bedrooms with VERY bright colors.
I wished I’d thought to take more pictures of them painting, but am so glad to have this one.
I’m so glad that my kitchen has FINALLY been worked on by a contractor. I’ve included some before and after pictures below.
Above is a picture of the kitchen when the house was on the market in 2016.
I bought a new sink and faucet.
This is the kitchen as my contractor Mike worked on it.
The microwave is in! My contractor is so talented.
My cabinet pulls and knobs need to be inserted, and the beautiful flooring that I bought will hopefully be put in this week. Yay!!
It’s been so challenging to live over 1,100 miles away from Jim and Noah, and I find myself continually reminding myself that this is for our financial freedom.