With the help of several of our awesome friends (one of whom drove 16 hours for the pleasure of helping us), scotch, Home Depot/Lowes and a crap ton of paint supplies, we survived the first week of home owning.
Because I had a derp moment and left my camera at my parent's house last night, I don't have pictures to post as of yet, but I'll break down what we did (what I can remember)...
Painting the living room: we left the panels up for the time being and are making do (sigh)
Painted part of the bedroom: Our bedroom is absurdly large and comes complete with an "alcove" that our whole bed and end tables fits into. We painted the alcove part.
Painted the hallway: It was yellow. Even the ceilings. And not a sunny yellow, a gross dirty yellow. The hallway now has a white ceiling and granny smith white (glidden) walls.
Started painting the bathroom and dining room - ran out supplies for one, not sure how we feel about the other.
Changed the light fixtures/fans in the living room, bedroom, hallway and bathroom.
Planted/mulched the front garden
Tore out the carpet from the sunroom, living room, dining room and stairs to reveal a beautiful hardwood floor circa 1928 (when the house was built).
Painted lots and lots of trim. And the banister.
Tore out the faux-brick paneling in the kitchen.
Patched holes in the plaster in the kitchen.
Removed the ceiling tiles in the living (woohoo asbestos free!)
I'm sure there's more, but that's all I've got for right now.
We also got our chickens! Bacon, Grits and Banjo joined us after we signed for the house on Friday. They're awesome. And a riot. We love watching them play. They're also intensely low maintenance to take care of...something I'm glad the books portrayed correctly.
All-in-all it was a really good, really long, really intense week. If you ever want to lose 10 lbs while eating horribly, buy a house.