My house is wierd. In California, houses do not usually have basements.
But then again, houses usually don't have a Chapel and a bunch of nuns living there.......
I live on a hill, so the original owners built a walk-out basement.
The lower level is like it's own apartment. There are 2 bedrooms, 1 and 1/2 baths, full kitchen, fireplace and a seperate enterance.
We had always planned on renting it out, because when you pay over a half million dollars for a house, extra rent money is nice.
It was as ugly as the top floor before we remodeled. It looked like the 1970's had diarreah and sprayed it all over our basement:
We ended up remodeling this part of our house first so we could get decent renters. The people that wouldn't mind living in the un-remodeled squalor, were scumbags. Remember the human dog terd, Dane?
Ever since we remodeled, we have had awesome tenents.
Currently, the Mormon Missionaries are renting from us! This is freaking awesome because LDS missionaries don't watch t.v., they don't use the internet, they never have parties or bring home random girls AND they help me carry my groceries in.
Stop being jealous.
Anyway, here are the afters:
Once again, Jared did all the work himself......Dang, my husband is awesome.
