The exterior rough framing of the house has been done for about a month and–shockingly–progress has been a lot slower without a four-man crew of
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
Alternatively titled: One of us is a Wuss. Do you want to know what this is a picture of? This is a picture of me,
Since MysteryMan has imposted the One. Project. At. A. Time. rule in regards to the Memorial house, and I can’t verbally talk about all of
It’s been a couple of years since I did the kind of major house remodleing project that requires picking out a lot of stuff. Like
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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