Working Portraits
While we will have a pretty thorough record of all of the construction at Memorial through this website and my incessant picture taking, I’ve been
While we will have a pretty thorough record of all of the construction at Memorial through this website and my incessant picture taking, I’ve been
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,
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
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
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
I’m not one-hundred-percent sure, but I think that the fact that I get a warm-fuzzy feeling when I take pictures of rusty metal objects makes
Maybe I’ve mentioned this before here once or twice, but I have the good fortune to be bound-for-life-through-homeownership to an engineer. Professional engineer, that is.
It’s shopping season for sure, and this time last year I had 8 broom orders to fill in the two weeks before Christmas. As soothing
Does anyone actually carry a tool box anymore? Usually my tools are at either one house or the other, but recently I’ve been running simultaneous
Us, busy? No way. Last week I said to MysteryMan (regarding some project or another for the house), “let’s just do that in the winter
Might as well keep with the theme for this week, and save those pictures of me, MysteryMan and his dad stuccoing over the old station
The orbital sander is doing a decent job at the stair refinishing project, but right now I’m seriously short on time, because the house is
The Summer of 2009 will always be known in our household as the Summer of Tiny Vegetables. Our corn was about 4 feet tall (and
Since we decided to hold off on breaking ground on the actual house, we’ve put all of our energy into turning the station into a
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