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You know the holidays tend to put a kink in the whole working-on-the-house thing, usually because I can’t get my rapidly expanding waist-line off of
You know the holidays tend to put a kink in the whole working-on-the-house thing, usually because I can’t get my rapidly expanding waist-line off of
Twenty-ten will be known around our house for many things (notably the year we built most of the house) but on a personal level I
So, good news on the home front is that all of the drywall has been installed in the house except for an inexplicably blank spot
I know, I know… how many days of looking at blank wallboard can I really find exiting enough to post on the internet, and here’s
The title says it all, does it not? This is the “finished” side of the house. I can now say I have a bedroom. Actual
You’ve never seen someone this excited to not have walls, and it’s only because I’ve got ceilings! In the bedrooms… The bathrooms… In the kitchen…
In the way of construction we, at this point, may or may not have walls this week. (Read: no chance in hell we have walls
About three seconds after we got the green light on the rough framing, I had the insulators and drywallers scheduled for installation. I am so
We’re in the middle of a swirling vortex of snow, insulation, drywall, inspections, wiring, trench digging, and pipe laying. It’s enough to make my head
Either I can tell you about the cab ride I took today with a possibly drunk and definitely deaf cab driver who tried to leave
I equate soffit building (particularly those funky boxes on the corners) as the house-building equivalent of being attacked by a shark. One minute you’re all
You know that all I want for Christmas is some walls in my house, and last week the building inspector came through to do what
Drywall has become the proverbial mecca of our house-building experience to date. Not moving in, not having a working bathroom… no, I’ll just settle for
Since it’s pitch black just a hair after noon these days (or at least by the time I leave the office, so same diff) I
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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