Knocked Down
The last time I posted (yesterday? the day before? what the hell day is it?) I was making light of the fact that for the
The last time I posted (yesterday? the day before? what the hell day is it?) I was making light of the fact that for the
Da na na na na na nah Da na na na na na nah Da na na na na na nah We. Won’t. Stand. Still.
The last three days of my life have been an amalgamation of germs, exhaustion, and bloody noses. Go ahead and picture me doing farm chores
Over the weekend I received email with what may be the best subject line ever to ever come through my inbox… Makes my little heart
This weekend was a lot like the last few in that I spent more time at Tractor Supply than Lowe’s and most of my “projects”
I haven’t quite admitted to myself that some of the decisions I’ve made over the last month are going to have a lasting effect on
For the last year I’ve been responsible for exactly two lives on this planet: me and the cat. In the last month I thought it
You know who is surprised by this? Absolutely no one on the face of this planet. There are so many reasons I should not have
One of those wonderful blogging dilemmas that comes with a full-time job and exactly zero hours of daylight is whether or not to wait until
Just because… Basically anyone who is subscribed to either of my facebook feeds, this website, or sees me regularly in person has been inundated with
Last week I mentioned that a series of unfortunate events left me scrounging around for pennies in the dusty corners of my house emergency fund,
Those of you who have been following my adventures in being a single girl living in the middle of nowhere by herself may or may
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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