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
Tuesday’s burning question was “dear god, is our concrete going to be purple?” and don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Right after the part about
(I’m featuring one of my country sunset shots because it’s calming, not because it’s remotely relevant to this post, which prominently features 1.) bitching, 2.)
There are just two things standing in the way of getting the siding on our house now. One of them is a complete lack of
Since we decided to hold off on breaking ground on the actual house, we’ve put all of our energy into turning the station into a
The Dumbest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do First, let me relay a conversation that occurred between our loan officer and my wonderful, even-tempered significant
So, I’m not sure when in life there actually was enough hours in the day for me to get done everything I wanted to get
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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