I think it’s safe to say that most people–if they want a forty-eight square foot chalkboard in their mudroom–would go out and buy a couple
So, here’s something fun on a Monday… this afternoon (Monday 8/26) I’ll be participating in Lifehacker’s Ask an Expert series from 3-4 PM EST. It’s
Update: Five shots later (one in both arms, both ass cheeks, and an upper thigh…) Rest easy. I’m not dying of the rabies this week.
I usually dive in to the weekends like I’m base-jumping off a cliff: with a healthy dose of panic and a ridiculously long to-do list
This is not going to be coherent post. I’m just warning you ahead of time, and if you want to blame someone for my inability
So. This happened. You’re looking at a very large, very unexpected, F250 Powerstroke Diesel parked in front of my barn. I’d like to take a
Saying “some days I’m all over the place” is like saying “I have a couple of tools in my garage”: an epic understatement. This website
A month ago I might have mentioned that I was never leaving the farm again. Ever. Even in the event of the zombie apocalypse (which
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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