Less of a Mess
You know we live in a garage, right? Or, more accurately, a finished room off of a garage that used to be an old gas
You know we live in a garage, right? Or, more accurately, a finished room off of a garage that used to be an old gas
Right up until the moment I groggily opened my left eyeball to check my email on Friday morning I believed I was going to spend
Seeing as how every joint and corner in the Station has been taped an mudded, its time for MysteryMan to move onto staining and varnishing
Last fall when it looked like we were going to try to build a house with our bare hands in twelve weeks— Hi there Insanity!–
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
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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