Another reason why boobs are singularly annoying appendages.
(aka The Death of a Dremmel) This is now the third time my breasts have tested the limits of my dremmel, and this time, they
(aka The Death of a Dremmel) This is now the third time my breasts have tested the limits of my dremmel, and this time, they
I received this comment yesterday on this post and it made me laugh: DIYD, Mowing a telephone wire!?! That’s a new one! We’ve heard concern
Mother nature decided to cut us a break here in Ohio, and the last four days have been so beautiful I almost feel human again.
What does it mean, being a girl while simultaneously being a powertool wielding badass? I can tell you this. Being a girl will often mean
I’ve been letting an idea about the lid for my recycling cabinet marinate in my brain for a little while. Do you ever get the feeling that
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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