It’s possible that I almost had a minor breakdown when we had to choose the colors and patterns for the concrete that surrounds almost half
Last fall when it looked like we were going to try to build a house with our bare hands in twelve weeks— Hi there Insanity!–
Feel free to count “moving from my refinished 3 bedroom house into a half-finished one room gas station” among the things I thought I never
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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