The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Work Hard, Play Hard

Friends, Romans, countrymen, beloved readers, as such an intelligent collection humanity, you have probable deduced that I've been quite busy from the utter lack of posts. Fortunately, we did have some fun. With a few exceptions, the weekend was one long orgasm. Well, maybe that is overstating it a bit?

Last week the wife and I attended a Day Job extra-curricular black-tie event which was quite nice. I mean, you have to try to have a bad time when there are several open bars, free food, and a chance to dance with a good looking woman in a sexy red dress. Following on the heels of this event, we attended an office Christmas party sponsored by my wife's employer. Yes, I know it is March and we are ever so much closer to the resurrection than the glorious birth, but there is something cool about a March Christmas party in a Happy Un-Birthday way.

And, I caught up on a lot of sleep. This is particularly good since I won't have another chance to sleep until May or June, maybe.

I meant to take photos last night, but I was too absorbed in my work to remember. Oops. There is not too much to see anyhow. The foyer ceiling is two-thirds de-tacked and scraped clean. I should finish that tonight. The laundry room is moving along too. The tub surround is painted and the floor is fully prepped for a good sanding tonight. In a perfect world, I'll get a coat of stain on it too.

As we inevitable move towards our doomsday deadline, I've got Kenny and Burt lined up to do a week's worth of work in mid-April to help wrap things up on time (?).

In an attempt to spice things up a bit, I've been working some over time on the Day Job, driving all over the state in a car with no transmission, and . . . Well, I lost the rest of that thought.

Now, I'll be in good shape if I can figure out where the zombie hid my caulk gun.

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