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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Thursday, December 13, 2007


The last few weeks we've had some troubles.

The VW broke down again which is pretty well normal at this point. According to our mechanic, the dealer screwed up the wiring when they rewired the car a year ago. He told us to "never let those people touch this car again, ever." Fine with me. Our mechanic fixed the wiring but now the timing or fuel injection is off. Whatever. If we ever get it running, we're selling it. Anyone want a 1998 TDI VW Beetle? If so, let me know so I can go and buy a 1972 VW Beetle. At least those run and the parts are cheap.

Really, the car breaking down wasn't nearly as traumatic as the coffee pot dying. There are few things I hold utterly sacred in life. Coffee is one of them. Without it, my peace of mind is ruined. Without half a pot of it after dinner, no home improvement projects or anything else is accomplished. Sure, a strong pot of tea with cream and sugar is tasty, but it just doesn't have that spastic, eye-popping kick that coffee does. It's like comparing alcohol-free beer to scotch.

And, the cordless phone died. I may do a whole post on phone line trouble shooting, so I'll save all of my moronic antics for latter.

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Blogger Sandy said...

I'm sorry you are having such a bad time, but you have made me laugh (the part about the coffee pot)! I hope you find the '72 VW. I can remember when our oldest daughter's coffee pot died -- it wasn't pretty!

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