Things I Learned in Contractors Class: You Do Not Know It All
Huh. It says it right here on my notes. When we got to this section of the course I gave MysteryMan a look that said,
Huh. It says it right here on my notes. When we got to this section of the course I gave MysteryMan a look that said,
Seeing as how every joint and corner in the Station has been taped an mudded, its time for MysteryMan to move onto staining and varnishing
The nice thing about sitting in 3 hour classes together a couple of nights a week is that it gives MysteryMan and me plenty of
Last month I almost fell off my chair in excitement when MysteryMan agreed to take the Residential Builders Pre-licensure courses with me, and believe me
So here we are. Wallboard up and spackling knife in hand– ready to jump in and finish some walls. This is the part most people
Last fall when it looked like we were going to try to build a house with our bare hands in twelve weeks— Hi there Insanity!–
Feel free to count “moving from my refinished 3 bedroom house into a half-finished one room gas station” among the things I thought I never
As I find myself being slowly buried in a pile of blueprints, how-to books, torn-out magazine pages, and contractor’s licensing forms, I can’t decide if
My “for your consideration” list of 2010 Bloggie Noms has been moved to its appropriate place in the More DIY Reads section of DIYdiva. Thank
It seems like we’ve been installing a door a week as we get the Station into livable condition and when our most recent door-installing adventure
It’s about that time again. You know, the one where you find yourself buried under the oppressive weight of two million paint swatches? Yeah. I’m
Let me start out this post by saying I know a couple of things about computers. Like how to turn one on, for instance. Or
The only redeeming quality of a day whose temperature-high was in the negative numbers, is that it forced me to stay inside where it’s slightly
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