Lovely B'ton Meter Maid

We are moving on up once again in the meter world! This time the improvement wasn't brought on by a skid steer accident though. Woody has put in an impressive new meter box complete with very powerful/ cartoonish looking ON/OFF switch for the electricity for the entire house. This will prevent him from adding any more volume to his already impressive mop of hair when he is working on wiring the joint.

At the top of the new meter is a hole into the house. Take a look at what was peeking out:

Now that I look at this it reminds me of The Hills Have Eyes. Except Woody isn't radioactive. And he has all his teeth.

We are getting covered in vinyl!

No, not latex, vinyl. Take a look! Woody and I have been touching the new siding in ways that might qualify as infidelity...


We have brand new soffits to finish off the roof as well!


New windows have been delivered and will be installed soon!

Still life of disturbing junk meets Mattel

In his more articulate and agile days Talking Ken looked like this:


He came with a real posin' stand. You never knew what he was going to say next. He had bendable legs. He wooed the ladies with lines like this:

• Hi, I'm Ken.
• Let's go to the big game tonight.
• What are you doing next weekend?
• Why don't we all go to the movies?
• Let's go listen to Barbie's records.
• Let's go visit Barbie.

Then he left his gravitationally impossible girlfriend, started doing meth and landed up like this:

Broken and battered under a porch in B'ton. Let this be a cautionary tale to you all...

Walk softly

And carry some porch planks. Kenneth and crew started pulling up the front porch, uncovering loads of disturbing junk (to be featured shortly).


The disturbing gaps left are going to be filled with fabulous new porch planks.

Soon our outdoor paradise will be complete...soon...

Rear Window

As we were synchronized commuting yesterday, Woody told me that he had been keeping a secret from me. I asked him if it involved the giant vat of Vaseline in the crawl space or the 40" waist hoop skirt I found under the bed. He said, this time, no.

When I got home I lurched around the house in my work shoes horking down Sun Chips and looking for the surprise. No sign of it. Woody pulled up and stood looking at the back of the house grinning. This is why...

We have a rear window! Let the Hitchcock references begin. From the second floor it looks like this:

This area will eventually be a nice sunny office for the both of us. It has perfect napping sunlight, no?

We are stairmasters!

In an effort to further chisel our already Adonis-like gluteal muscles, we've decided to add a second level to the house. The hu-uge attic is being turned into a bedroom, yet another bathroom and (perhaps) a beer making room. We now have 16 steps to take us there!


Eventually the staircase will be open to the kitchen and have storage cabinets built into the wall underneath. Mady has been working it out as well, getting her sweat on running up and down the new staircase.

Kenneth and crew have framed out the ceilings upstairs and are getting ready to cut windows in the far end of the house. Like I said, it is hu-uge up there!

Better than shingles on your head are shingles on your roof

Back in the bad old days, folks put disguised shingles on their head:

Nowadays we are more brazen with our shingles. Call us crass, but we enjoy having them on our roof. They require much less styling and are more flattering to our face shape, we think.

A close up of the front porch:

Next up is siding! Lots of framing has been happening in the house but it is impossible to photograph in such a way that it doesn't look like lots of vertical lumber. Which, come to think of it, is what it is...