Here’s a lesson for Thursday: Even if you’re not going to be doing any “real” work and are just hauling lumber around your yard- you
Six months ago I was having a minor panic attack about the exterior colors of the Memorial house, and then I decided to handle it
Walking through the door to the house to find a significant number of interior walls gone. And a big pile of rubble in the middle
We’re entering the forth– and if the weather holds, final— week of rough framing. Even with half of the working days in the last couple
We made it back– donkeys included– late Friday night. My sanity took another 24 hours to catch up with us. The girls handled the entire
Day 1 of the Hauling Ass tour of 2010 was a complete success, thanks to MysteryMan’s aunt, grandpa, and dad who outfitted the cap of
Add this to the list of things not usually seen in the rearview mirror…
Driving 1500 miles with donkeys in the back of your pickup takes a little practice… jury is still out on how well this is going
The framing crew had 4 days of great weather, and then the rain spoiled everything. A couple of half-days in there and one really nice
Oh, and a check that will help put a roof on the new place, but other than that… Actually, what happened was I stole this
…and… The roof on the existing house (2x4s that were sistered together on the top 3 feet) was not adequate, so it had to come
So the ink is barely dry on your building permit and you’re ready to break out the excavator and start digging? If you just read
We’re leaving for the Hauling Ass Tour of 2010 in 6 days. Six. As in, not even a full week away. What we really needed
The reality is, we’ve been working on this addition mentally and financially for over a year, and those two items cannot be overemphasized. In the
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