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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
Spending some quality time sitting on the basement steps waxing philosophic about life and/or paintchips has become a part of my daily routine over the
Granted, I have burns on two of them, and twin bruises on my shins, but MysteryMan will tell you I can sustain those kinds of
(Really good advice, and free legal documents. What else could you as for?) So. People tell me there’s a right way to do things. Ladies,
See this picnic table? I love eating at this thing almost as much as I loved building it. Detached benches, no visible screws on the
First completed project of the year! Here’s how I did it… Materials: 48 lf. of rough sawn cedar 2×6’s (I got 3 2×6-16′ boards) 12
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
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 like to play a little game with this blog… I look at all of the google searches that bring people to this site, and
First, I have to say it’s my lucky day, since I was just informed that I won a salt lamp from the giveaway over at
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional carpenter, woodworker, or crown molding hanger. I’m just a girl with a dremmel, some rotozip bits, and a miter
It seems I have finally gotten back into the swing of things. I’d been sitting around just kind of waiting for the jet lag to
When I decided to turn my basement room into an office, there was one key piece of furniture I was missing: A desk. And while
I recently read an excerpt from a book called something like “Why I wore lipstick to my masectomy surgery.” If that one chapter was so incredibly profound,
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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