I equate soffit building (particularly those funky boxes on the corners) as the house-building equivalent of being attacked by a shark. One minute you’re all
You know that all I want for Christmas is some walls in my house, and last week the building inspector came through to do what
When I was in college, we had a faucet. And not just your plain old run-of-the-mill two-handles-and-a-spigot, oh no, we had a trick faucet. If
The fact that we’ve been living in a garage in the middle of cornfields for the last six months means that a.) I’m getting pretty
Drywall has become the proverbial mecca of our house-building experience to date. Not moving in, not having a working bathroom… no, I’ll just settle for
Since it’s pitch black just a hair after noon these days (or at least by the time I leave the office, so same diff) I
My poor mother hasn’t been able to use her master bathroom for a couple of months because I convinced her to take out the old,
Fall took its time standing on the edge of beautiful sunny weekends, taunting us with cloudless days and feathery breezes… and then that bitch took
…what the hell are you doing to our barn? Other than just plain making a mess, we’re making a last-ditch effort to get water and
I’ve been living in a garage for almost six months now. Sometimes I write sentences like that and then I have to pause for a
Since I’ve been slowing pulling long sleeved clothes out of the brilliantly organized “garbage bag” clothes storage system we have going on in the garage,
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before”
Last weekend I was making mac-and-cheese on our one-burner hot plate in our one-room garage, and apparently became distracted enough to burn the noodles that
…that we went through a whole weekend without hanging one single piece of siding. It’s not exactly something to be proud of, but there were
For those of you who don’t know the backstory here, back in August (this is MysteryMan’s favorite part) I made a mistake. Somehow I worked
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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