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Living Room!!!!!

After finishing the dining room we went straight to work on the living room.

We only had two injuries on our work crew the entire five days we slaved. OSHA would be proud of us, though we might get in trouble for using child labor.

Only one injury required a visit to the doctor and that was Ashley. When we ripped out the carpeting it had been nailed down to the floor all around the rooms. When the boards were ripped out we had rusty nails on them. They were placed in a box and Ashley cut herself on them.

I called the pediatrician to make sure her tetanus was up to date. Of course it wasn't I won't go into the gory details here, but suffice it to say it took three nurses to hold her down for the shot.

The other injury was to Lance, same thing with a nail. Nurse Budlet took very good care of him, cleaning and bandaging his wound.

And now....on to the slide show of our living room and it's renewal!


  1. Great job with your livingroom and dining room, they both look amazing! I love the fireplace.

  2. Way to go!! It's so much fun to discover what's under that old stuff...we still have a couple of rooms to go, but we found hardwood under's gorgeous. Good job!! I hope your dad likes it! ;)

  3. I have mentioned you in my blog today.

  4. Nice pics! Take care, my friend!

  5. Wow! Those are really cool. I'm glad I found your blog!


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