Someone at Makita must read this website.
Or else they’re just really intuitive about how many women are in the market for really good power tools these days. Oh, baby. I think
Or else they’re just really intuitive about how many women are in the market for really good power tools these days. Oh, baby. I think
I woke up around 8 AM Saturday with a full plate of “things that needed to get done” and the idea that I should take
“Hell” in this case being Reno, Nevada. It sounds like more fun that it is, especially when you have a fever, six pounds of snot
Sunday, August 31, 2008. This is also the date I gave myself the second case of hives I’ve had, both in my life and in
Today I ate half of a bagel that landed cream cheese side down in construction-site dirt. I still had 3 more hours of walking up
I spent the better part of my waking hours today breathing the soup fresh-air of Summer and slogging around through this… … in a cracked work
It has been a long time since I have stepped in the shower at the end of the day and watched the water flowing to
The Good The good news is that my life is full of Birthday cake, which I have been eating non-stop for the last 3 days. Like for
Today was a pink-on-pink day… …as requested by my oldest and dearest friend, who I first met when I was sixteen days old. She
This is the front door to my little abode: The entire entryway has been slowly crumbling to pieces about since I bought the place four
As promised. The leopard broom! Handle close-up. MysteryMan demonstrating improper sweeping technique. This was an experiment gone right, and thank god since it was a
Last week one of the fine upstanding officers of the law decided that the six mph I was driving over the speed limit was recklessly
First, MysteryMan stole back his camera for unknown purposes before I could get the baby miniature donkey pictures off of it… an now he insists
(aka The Death of a Dremmel) This is now the third time my breasts have tested the limits of my dremmel, and this time, they
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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