who stole ghastly and replaced him with prio..
Fess up now!
Seriously, that was the first thaught that crozzes my mind.. some one's feeling enslaved to his chores, and has drawn himself as a sad girl as a result.
ok ok.. you're going to kill me now, yes?
Rantin
OK OK OK
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Ghastly
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I built the porch on my house myself. The old one nearly collapsed a couple of years ago so I had to replace the whole thing.
Close up picture of my porch.
Picture of my house.
The old porch was hit by a care shortly before we bought the house. One supporting pier was completely reduced to rubble. The people who owned the house before us decided to just do a cosmetic fix and pocket the insurance money since they were planning to sell soon. About 3 years ago I noticed the one corner was sagging. Thought I just had to replace the planks and pillars. Started taking it apart and I realized that the whole porch had to come down and be completely rebuilt. Ended up building a porch better than the original.
It's hard to see all the details in these photos because they were taken with a $30 digital camera but the pillars are green 6x6 with turned colonial 4x4s rip cut and mounted as facades. It looks really cool. We actually got a letter from our alderman complimenting us on the new porch and saying how much it improved the look of the neighbourhood.
After we fixed our porch up a bunch of neighbours started fixing up theirs, but ours is still the nicest one in the neighbourhood.
It took me 2 weeks start to finish to build the whole thing working only by myself. During the process I had dozens of people coming up to me asking for my card. They thought I was a contractor. I told them that you couldn't pay me enough to do this kind of work.
During the excavation of the old pourch I dug up the old concrete pads (or blobs would be more fitting) that the brick piers were built on. They extend a metre below the ground and were a son of a bitch to dig up, but I wanted to pour new concrete. When I was digging up the last pad I found a hip bone. It freaked me out at first because I thought it belonged to a child. The house was built in the early 1900s as affordable housing for WWI vetrans. As I excavated more bones I realized that one of the workmen building the house had buried a dog under the concrete pad.
Close up picture of my porch.
Picture of my house.
The old porch was hit by a care shortly before we bought the house. One supporting pier was completely reduced to rubble. The people who owned the house before us decided to just do a cosmetic fix and pocket the insurance money since they were planning to sell soon. About 3 years ago I noticed the one corner was sagging. Thought I just had to replace the planks and pillars. Started taking it apart and I realized that the whole porch had to come down and be completely rebuilt. Ended up building a porch better than the original.
It's hard to see all the details in these photos because they were taken with a $30 digital camera but the pillars are green 6x6 with turned colonial 4x4s rip cut and mounted as facades. It looks really cool. We actually got a letter from our alderman complimenting us on the new porch and saying how much it improved the look of the neighbourhood.
After we fixed our porch up a bunch of neighbours started fixing up theirs, but ours is still the nicest one in the neighbourhood.
It took me 2 weeks start to finish to build the whole thing working only by myself. During the process I had dozens of people coming up to me asking for my card. They thought I was a contractor. I told them that you couldn't pay me enough to do this kind of work.
During the excavation of the old pourch I dug up the old concrete pads (or blobs would be more fitting) that the brick piers were built on. They extend a metre below the ground and were a son of a bitch to dig up, but I wanted to pour new concrete. When I was digging up the last pad I found a hip bone. It freaked me out at first because I thought it belonged to a child. The house was built in the early 1900s as affordable housing for WWI vetrans. As I excavated more bones I realized that one of the workmen building the house had buried a dog under the concrete pad.