It’s Not Easy
I cannot even begin to tell you how may door installations at our house have ended with one of us trying to dislodge the others
I cannot even begin to tell you how may door installations at our house have ended with one of us trying to dislodge the others
I started out my holiday weekend exactly the way you would expect– hitting up Hobby Lobby, Target, and the nearest Big Box store to stock
After three and a half years together, MysteryMan and I have fallen into our respective roles in this relationship… which is to say one of
This past weekend I’m in the middle of my normal Sunday routine, which is to say I’m making the 5th of 8 trips to Lowe’s,
The laws of physics make this an excellent idea, particularly if you know how to defy gravity. Oh yeah. I’m the person who just yesterday
I’ve officially jumped right into the deep end of this project, and on one hand, finally, I’ve been talking about this for years. On the
Work-life balance has never been one of my strengths. I like to work. Hard. And for most of my adult life that has translated into
Alternative titles for this post: “Watch me beat the hell out of a piece of drywall”, “Things I should not post on the internet”, “When
Back when the temperature was above freezing and we weren’t buried under a foot of snow, MysteryMan had a bunch of friends over to Memorial
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
Some time ago after I had finished my MBA, and MysteryMan was in the midst of studying for his Professional Engineer’s licensing exam, I was
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work today. It was the afternoon, so I’d been there nearly all day, and six
Yesterday MysteryMan and I were working out the logistics of having a bigass piece of replacement glass delivered to the Memorial House. Apparently glass delivery
In the last week it seems like I finally got enough balls in the air– so to speak– that I’ve managed to strike a balance
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
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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