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 when I built the shelving for the closets in the Memorial House, I had this idea about building some custom doors for them that
Since we’ve just barely stepped foot into Thanksgiving territory I feel like I shouldn’t have to clarify that there is no tree trimming (Christmas related,
My time frame for moving out of the Memorial House and on to the next project has always been roughly around the end of October,
Let me just say that not much could top the finish and luxury of the half-inch plywood that has been standing in place of counters
An interesting thing happened over the last week or two… the house all of the sudden resembles what I’ve been picturing in my head since
Since both the computer and I are still fighting our respective viruses– neither of which seems to be improved by the excessive application of Lysol,
Me: I have a house insured with you, and I need to increase the insured value… we’ve done a little work on it. Insurance Agent:
It might have taken me the better part of three days to get it under control, but you can’t argue with the results. By the
Many of my fellow powertool junkies will agree, days off from the Actual Real Job aren’t meant for “vacation” so much as they are an
People tend to have a visceral reaction to the siding on the Memorial house. They see it, they love it, they ask what it is,
Check this off the list of Things-I’ve-been-mentioning-for-a year-and-can-finally-shut-up-about: This house now has one big bathtub. (Technically I’ve only really been pining after it since it
Last weekend wasn’t all fun and playing with jigs, you know. There was serious work to be done to get the Master Bath ready for
I have this love/hate relationship with school. I don’t love sitting in classrooms, but I don’t seem to be able to stop myself from going
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
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