Really, Bird?
Late last week I walked into my house after a long day at the office. I’d just finished farm chores and was picturing how the
Late last week I walked into my house after a long day at the office. I’d just finished farm chores and was picturing how the
Let me tell you something. If there is an easy way to learn things that are totally beyond your current realm of expertise, that shit
Last year, when I nailed a couple of strings into my wall and clipped some Instagram prints on it, well, first, I wasn’t sure if
I can think of a few dozen DIY projects that have ended with, “Huh. Why the hell did I wait so long to do this?”
You guys might have gathered from my recent posts (or lack thereof) that the last couple of months have been particularly challenging. I finally had
Here’s what I meant to do tonight: After lifting some seriously heavy weights at the gym, then doing farm chores, then snuggling with my new
Saturday marked the two year anniversary of the day I closed on the Liberty House. For tradition’s sake, and because I’m a little crazy, I
Yeah. The thing you felt reading the title of this post? That’s exactly what my Tuesday morning was. Complete with squinch-face and all. Let’s talk
So, this happened… That’s not a flashback to last year, that’s a whole new set of Nugs that have come to live on the farm.
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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