Sorry Shelb. It was recently pointed out to me by one of my friends that I dont blog enough. Sorry Shelb! This is why I dont blog for a living. I am terrible at it.
Sawdust in my nose. The past month I have spent every weekend with sawdust in my hair, inside my bra,in my nose, ears, cracks and grooves. All because we finally started sanding our floors. We have
A bathroom for a queen. Or just a bathroom that is usable. Our upstairs bathroom was awful. If you haven't seen the before pics take a look. We gutted it. Took it down to the bare bones of
"If There is No Struggle, There is No Progress" If that isnt the damn truth. Nick and I have now owned this house for a year and a half. While most people feel happy and ecstatic to have owned a house for
Our Saviour Preston is my wonderful savior of a stepdad. This house is full of our blood, sweat and tears. Preston's sweat, Nick's blood and my tears. Preston is in almost every picture standing there
Let me catch you up The Back Story This house is 100 years, almost 101. The plot of land was originally bought by Pacific Railroad in 1848 and then they clearly chose to run their railway elsewhere and
About Being Crooked Thanks for checking out the blog. I decided to create a blog solely to talk about the process and progress of our house. I don’t like to post to Facebook too much
