It was one of those days when we decided to grocery shop. In the rain. And it came on fast and furious. After we rescued the grocer...

After five hours of yard work, my fingertips tingle as I type. The worst part of the work? My Silver Maple tree. Do you have one? You though...

I finally bought new filters for my vacuum after the CFL lightbulb and mercury disaster. What? I never told you about how mercury got into...

Our pond , right now, is super gross. It needs a good cleaning. (Even worse, Raible will try to get drinks of water out of the brown pool...

Two weekends ago, my dad came up to help me figure out the debacle that was the Kitchen Sink Blog of the Century. We started with going unde...

What's wrong with this picture? Did I pooh foam into a bucket, you ask? Did I pooh foam and vomit bubbles into the sink? A both-ends coc...

If you would ever need someone to come over and work with you on home improvement projects, I'm an excellent helper. Just ask Steph. It...

A lot of things weren't going through our heads while house-shopping two years ago. One of the overlooked pieces were the closets. We di...

Whenever I get started on a project, I become OCD. It must be finished the day we start it and if it doesn't I feel like a complete fai...

The man we bought our house from was a masonry contractor. I wrote him a letter that he never received, but placed it visibly online . This ...

The man that owned the house before us, well, he and his wife had unusual taste. It's all Greecian statues in the backyard (they will so...