Country Halloween
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a
I’ve been saying for the last four weeks, if we could just have one more weekend with good weather where we could plow through some
I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately, which I suppose is to be expected with our family of four adjusting to life in
Okay, not quite all mine yet, but let’s start at the beginning. MysteryMan and I spent the last five days having a great time, with
I hate the phrase “old but good” which seems to imply that those two things should be mutually exclusive and it’s a rarity when they’re
It’s clearly summer at Memorial house. The clover is making a remarkable comeback after the last baling… The corn is over my head… And the
It’s not like I’m some New York City girl. For all intents and purposes I was raised in just as much country as MysteryMan, just
MysteryMan and I spent hours in the bookstore this weekend, pouring over books about floorplans and landscaping and 1001 Reasons Why You’re Crazy To Build
I laugh at the title of this post because I may be the last person on the face of the planet from whose mouth you
Definitely will not mind waking up and looking out over this in the morning… Of course, there was about 30 seconds of peace Saturday morning,
MysteryMan and I thought perhaps this month wasn’t challenging enough, what with both of us giving up alcohol for 30 days, one of us starting
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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