Rustic shelves and little Lord Flauntleroy

Wifey wanted a couple of "rustic" looking shelves for our mud room makeover, so I thought I could pull off rustic alright. These two shelves were made from cross beams from utility poles from where I grew up. The benches are made up from a dining table that had been passed down through the generations, perhaps undeservedly, as it has lived through a fire, and spent most of the last 50 years in storage, and then we started storing again once we outgrew it.  So we breathed new life into it by cutting it in half, cutting the legs down to bench size and screwing it to the wall.  You may also notice the laundry baskets that Herself bedazzled (or whatever, I'm sure I didn't use that correctly) with burlap-ish fabric and our initials Mod-Podged onto them, because, well; HELLO! you obviously can't put folded clothes into a plain plastic container.  I'm sure the clothes will stay folded longer and their colors won't fade...




And then the girls decided to dress up the boys as Grooms. They then decided that they looked more like Little Lord Flauntleroy. They instructed each to say as he came out "G'day to ya, Guv'na"...

On our mis-named child...

So it seems, in retrospect, we should have named our youngest child Harold, as he is our little Herald. As I have mentioned in the past, he is quite the social fella, and so he always feels the need to bring everybody up to date with what going on with everybody else.
A few examples: if I am downstairs, he yells down from the top of the stairs, so that I can hear every time somebody scores on the Wii, he announces on the way to the bathroom that he needs to poop, then sometimes we get a short run-down on results of said poop. He announces how much he does or doesn't care for supper, and one thing he always announces when he walks out of his bedroom every morning is: "I'm STARVING!!!"
The others often use him as an ambassador or liaison between adults and children, which suits him fine,because it gives him something else to announce.  Mostly, though, I think he loves the stuff that is good for shock value.  He loves it when something is really good news, really bad news, or if somebody gets in trouble.
Sounds like a Herald to me... 

My little helper

My man Stu, helping me split wood.  He hates to see me out working by myself. He understands me, being a social little guy himself...

F-150

Here is a project that I just about have finished up. My first rebuilder truck! I bought this 2010 F150 for a song because it had been totaled out in a front end collision. It had never been titled, so it only had 160 miles on it.  It came from Hollywood, California, where there is a very shame-faced new car salesman that drove it into a tree, I'm guessing. Come to find out, it was only worth a song because it had substantial frame damage, so I had to find a new frame. Ordinarily not a big deal, but apparently there were only 2 years that used this frame and being relatively new, people are reluctant to let you use theirs, unless theirs is wrecked as well...  I began seeing potential "wrecks" driving around.  We would see a nice new 4x4 F150, and I would say: "Wow, look at that one, wouldn't it look sweet in a rear end collision!"



Actually, its a lot more together than this right now, this was taken the middle of the week last week; I'm hoping to be driving it later this week.

I believe in God...

Me, in the van with family: "Stu, do you believe in unicorns?"

Stu, after thinking about it: "No, I believe in God."