Well, That’s Different
After a number of years with just exposed OSB subfloor (and a couple of rugs) as the flooring in my kitchen… It now has (part of) a floor. Do not be fooled by that picture. It is still mostly this… I have
Like Clockwork
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 between work-mysteryman-house-and-brooms. And I really only had to give up one thing to make it all come together…
DIY & Memorial House Update
I bet with all the Red Pepper deliciousness on this page you thought I forgot I owned power tools, but fear notpeople, despite the rapidly decreasing number of usable hours in any given day (does anyone else want to kick daylight-savings-time’s ass
Country Livin’ & A Big WOO HOO
I laugh at the title of this post because I may be the last person on the face of the planet from whose mouth you would ever seriously hear the words “woo hoo” shouted. Except for maybe my boss Ed. (Hi Ed.) However,
My Favorite Things & Zen Laundry Room Part II
I got in my car after work the other day, put my computer bag in the passenger seat, and then started laughing hysterically. Who on earth carries in their vehicle: 1.) Etsy computer tote, complete with laptop and actual (mostly) fun
Polka Dots are the new Black
There has been a crookedbroom explosion around here lately… and here’s one of the newest additions to the crookedbroom family, for Jen in Monroe. Because there’s really no limit to what you can do with a broom handle. Even crazier polka-dots
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 this is love. My relationship with power tools has always been twofold. One, I love them. Two,
Photo Essay: A day in the life.
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 a picture every hour to make some of my mundane Satruday tasks more interesting. So, welcome to
A little taste of our future life…
Definitely will not mind waking up and looking out over this in the morning… Of course, there was about 30 seconds of peace Saturday morning, imagining my future life–complete with hot tea and rocking chairs– before I turned around and realized… I
Been to Hell and back again… almost.
“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 residing in your head, $600 worth of trees back home that need to be planted, and you’re
The day I fell in love with Bees.
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 the last three months. The two things I’ve eaten in large quantities this weekend are bing cherries
Hopefully the last time in my life I have to rip up stink carpet.
So, I’m not sure when in life there actually was enough hours in the day for me to get done everything I wanted to get done, but I can tell you this… last week didn’t even come close. It probably didn’t help
Gas Station History
Before I start this story, I just have to say… these things always happen to MysteryMan. When we first started dating forever ago (okay, okay, two years ago, but it feels like forever and plus he’s been flirting with me since sometime
Fun with Gas (and possible explosions)
Okay, actually, nothing exploded. Even though I may have, at one point today, run bodily through some brush, dived, and covered my head for fear of spontaneous combustion. Seriously, I did not. (Despite what you may or may not hear from other people.)
Eye level with a Canadian Goose
Alternatively titled: One of us is a Wuss. Do you want to know what this is a picture of? This is a picture of me, petrified. And I’m not generally a wishy-washy person. I like spiders and snakes and guns just fine.
Like Clockwork
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 between work-mysteryman-house-and-brooms. And I really only had to give up one thing to make it all come together…
DIY & Memorial House Update
I bet with all the Red Pepper deliciousness on this page you thought I forgot I owned power tools, but fear notpeople, despite the rapidly decreasing number of usable hours in any given day (does anyone else want to kick daylight-savings-time’s ass
Country Livin’ & A Big WOO HOO
I laugh at the title of this post because I may be the last person on the face of the planet from whose mouth you would ever seriously hear the words “woo hoo” shouted. Except for maybe my boss Ed. (Hi Ed.) However,
My Favorite Things & Zen Laundry Room Part II
I got in my car after work the other day, put my computer bag in the passenger seat, and then started laughing hysterically. Who on earth carries in their vehicle: 1.) Etsy computer tote, complete with laptop and actual (mostly) fun
Polka Dots are the new Black
There has been a crookedbroom explosion around here lately… and here’s one of the newest additions to the crookedbroom family, for Jen in Monroe. Because there’s really no limit to what you can do with a broom handle. Even crazier polka-dots
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 this is love. My relationship with power tools has always been twofold. One, I love them. Two,
Photo Essay: A day in the life.
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 a picture every hour to make some of my mundane Satruday tasks more interesting. So, welcome to
A little taste of our future life…
Definitely will not mind waking up and looking out over this in the morning… Of course, there was about 30 seconds of peace Saturday morning, imagining my future life–complete with hot tea and rocking chairs– before I turned around and realized… I
Been to Hell and back again… almost.
“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 residing in your head, $600 worth of trees back home that need to be planted, and you’re
The day I fell in love with Bees.
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 the last three months. The two things I’ve eaten in large quantities this weekend are bing cherries
Hopefully the last time in my life I have to rip up stink carpet.
So, I’m not sure when in life there actually was enough hours in the day for me to get done everything I wanted to get done, but I can tell you this… last week didn’t even come close. It probably didn’t help
Gas Station History
Before I start this story, I just have to say… these things always happen to MysteryMan. When we first started dating forever ago (okay, okay, two years ago, but it feels like forever and plus he’s been flirting with me since sometime
Fun with Gas (and possible explosions)
Okay, actually, nothing exploded. Even though I may have, at one point today, run bodily through some brush, dived, and covered my head for fear of spontaneous combustion. Seriously, I did not. (Despite what you may or may not hear from other people.)
Eye level with a Canadian Goose
Alternatively titled: One of us is a Wuss. Do you want to know what this is a picture of? This is a picture of me, petrified. And I’m not generally a wishy-washy person. I like spiders and snakes and guns just fine.
