
And the floor after having been scraped a bit, but on an even worse kitchen-as-storage-for-everything-in-the-house day:
So today, instead of staining the floors as planned, Mom and I went down to the local floor coverings shop and picked up a remnant of linoleum and proceeded to attack the nasty orange foamy goo that remained. Some scraping (and about a million four inch long nails to be removed) later, here's the big reveal:

Much, much better than orange goo.
Thanks for your help, Mom!