I’m in a never-ending battle with basement and garage storage. I hate clutter and stuff lying around on the floor. You know the drill, a…
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It’s been a wet, mushy winter and I finally got sick of my socks getting wet/snowy/muddy when I take off my boots, so I ran…
By Pete
This is a sponsored post. I was a scout at one time. Not the “talent” kind-of-scout, but the uniform-wearing-help-old-ladies-across-the-street kind of scout. I took away…
By Marty
Somewhere around the seventh or eighth grade, I learned to sew. It was part of an art class. It was one of two things I…
By Marty
The Rock Band Guitar Whammy Bar Fix. I broke down and bought Rock Band 2 and the instruments off of Craigslist for my 10-year-old. The ad…
By Pete
Ugh. I never thought I’d be writing this post just like I never thought I’d drive a minivan. Allow me to admit…no…declare…that our main family…
By Marty
I like the smell of gasoline. And bondo. And fiberglass resin. Also oil. There’s probably more toxic substances that I enjoy smelling, but I can’t…
By Marty
This is getting ridiculous. We keep writing about Kobalt tools. This time it’s because we went to Las Vegas to cover the product launch event for…
By Pete
Open the door. Keys. Phone. Sunglasses. Coffee mug. Mail. Dog leashes. That’s all the stuff you drop on that one table, shelf or in our…
By Marty
In 2011, I bought a popup camper that needed some work. Well, let me start over. More than a few years ago, I thought it…
By Marty
You know that person. The gift curator. They’re able to fight the crowds, hit the right stores, source the perfect items and package up an…
By Marty
Nomophobic campers take notice! You like camping. Equipment. Electronics. Gadgets. Cooking over a flame. Maybe you’re just a tailgater. Or you’re the zombie-apocalypse-is-imminent-type and are…
By Marty
“EXTERMINATE…EXTERMINATE!” Ugh. I shudder. The shrill, modulated cheap voice effect screams from my television. “EXTERMINATE.” For those of you who don’t know Who, then the…
By Marty
After reading all of the Harry Potter books and watching all of the Harry Potter movies, my daughter was using anything she could find as…
By Pete
My daughter and I share the love of creating. While my version of creation might have me covered in woodchips or grease, my daughter is…
By Marty
Click…click…click. Click. Click-click. That’s the sound of a lamp with a three-way bulb. It was my grandfather trying to find the right level of light…
By Marty
My wife has a record. Well, quite a few of them. No, not the Guinness-kind-of-record. The plasticky-vinyl-kind-of-record. You know. Rappity-rappers use to scratch on them.…
By Marty
In case you didn’t see, Pete and I are having a little spring challenge to grow the best lawn. And while I was at Lowe’s…
By Marty
What’s a mancave? I first think of some air-conditioned space full of leather recliners, with at least one each of the following: Beer dispenser or…
By Marty
Ahhh…Spring. A time to break out the tools. Tools that cut, blow, edge and mow all the things that grow. So, Pete and I are…
By Marty
Kung fu for my déjà vu. That’s what I wanted to call this post. It’s because I’ve been here before. My front door. Oh, how…
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