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The Time When......I was a TOTAL Brat

Sometimes, when I look back--I wonder how Ian puts up with me....

Ian and I finished our house just a few months before we got married.  It was quite the nightmare "adventure" for a 20 and 23 year-old.  For those of you who don't know, we bought our house as a foreclosure.  The builder got most of the way building the house when his company crashed and was forced to hand the half-finished house over to the bank.  The outside was mostly finished, minus guttering, but the inside was sheetrock and sub-floors.  We honestly couldn't have done it without the help of family and friends who spent hours helping us paint the entire inside.  (Our helpers have since sworn off painting ever since).

After the house was finished, Ian found a really good deal on an Anderson storm door for the front of the house.  By really good deal, I mean AMAZING deal.  The company had donated a bunch of screen doors to a church for an outreach program.  All we had to do is pay for a gentleman to come install it and we could have the door for next to nothing.  It was a win-win situation.  A gentleman who was hard up for work could get some work and we got an extremely nice door for cheap.

Ian got this guy to come install the door while I was at work.  I was so excited to come home and see our new door, but when I pulled up to the house--I realized something.  The exterior paint of our house is this gray color.  The storm door was like an almond cream color, matching nothing on the house.  I felt it really clashed.  I tried to hold back my disappointment, but I eventually had a meltdown and started bawling over the stupid door.  Looking back I feel HORRIBLE about this.  I acted like such a brat.  Here my poor hubby was doing everything he could to make me happy; found this AMAZING door for such a great deal, and I was being a brat.  I am ashamed in how I acted.  Eventually, I embraced the door.  Anytime I thought about how the door clashed with the house, I remembered how blessed we were to even own a home like we did and the hard hard hard work Ian put into it so we could have a nice place to live.

$20 bucks, 2 hours of labor, and 2 years later.........


The storm door is now painted black to match the side window panels and front door. (The news paper is still up in the windows because the paint was still drying...) Overall, I am extremely happy with the outcome.  Not too shabby for a couple "do it youselfers".  I wish I had a before picture.  I thought I had one on my hard drive but I was wrong....

A big thank you to my husband who constantly says to me, "Happy Wife, Happy Life".  He works so hard all the time and I am one lucky woman to have a man like him.  After the way I acted when he brought the door home, he should have probably told me to stick it when I asked him if we he could paint the door.  But instead, he happily obliged....
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