If all goes well– and, as someone who almost just lost the tip of a finger to a kitchen utensil (the irony of that is
I’m going to start this post out with a disclaimer: If you’ve eaten recently, or are thinking about eating in the next, oh, eternity, you
Honestly, if I were a better person, I would be picking up the random piles of laundry strewn about the house instead of trying to
Just so we’re clear from the start, the “beautiful” part of 2011 was definitely how the Memorial House turned out, and, well, I think “disaster”
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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