Posts Tagged ‘DIY’

My Blue Heaven, Pt. 2

June 16, 2014

I am not a handy person. I’m more of an idea man.


But after four years, it was time.


Time to claim my yard and create my own personal Blue Heaven.


I have always loved sitting out back, usually on the top step of the porch.


But. I rarely went down the steps into the yard.


It’s uneven, ugly—grass won’t grow in parts, and the patio area was too small for much of anything beyond a chair.


A. Chair.



So I planned. I planned a budget, and a strategy.


I raked and dug and broke the earth with my bare hands. I broke rocks until my arms were sore, my back ached and my hands bled.


I shoveled and leveled and laid each piece of the patio down, one tile at a time.





I built, I assembled.




And then, I finished.




Sure, there are tweaks to be made, plants to be planted, a grill to assemble still, but by and large, it’s finished.


And as I sit out here, in my own private bar patio, coffee house, living room and office—My Blue Heaven—writing this rather bland post about Doing It Myself, I feel proud of what I made.


I am content with where I am—A satisfied man.



This Week in Bacon: Booze! Pt. 1

December 3, 2009

I love Bloody Marys.

Almost as much as Whiskey Sours.

It’s the breakfast of champions, complete with all the nutrients and vitamins your mother hopes you’re getting, now that she’s not there to provide you with something hearty in the morning.

So when I heard there was a bacon-infused vodka, well, I got a tingly feeling from head to toe.

Then I remembered: I’m unemployed, and fairly broke.

Now it’s true, the less money I have, the more I need to drink—it’s a twisted irony of life.

Unemployed=bottom shelf liquor in plastic bottles.

I thought about asking for some as a Christmas gift, but every time I ask my family for hard liquor as a present, be it my birthday, Easter or Arbor Day, they get a sad look on their faces, shaking their heads solemnly while considering a holiday intervention.

But I will not let these trying economic times mess with my cocktail hour.

I’ve always been a believer that anything that can be done, can be done better at home.

I don’t buy sour mixes for my whiskey, I don’t purchase Mr. & Mrs. T for my bloodies.

If you want something done right, do it your own damned self.

That’s how I roll.

So I’m going to make my own.

Watch this blog in the coming weeks as I chart my progress…More to come.