My dad has a construction business. (He’s a one-man building machine. He can do EVERYTHING, from framing a house to building fine cabinetry.) Me? I can hang a picture frame… maybe. But, ever the glutton for punishment, I have decided to build a shed, by myself, in our backyard. Why? 4 reasons:
I need a place to keep my lawn mower, air compressor, etc.
I need a place to store old toys, junk, etc.
Half of the shed will function as a play-house for my kids.
need want to see if I can actually do it.
I called my dad and he gave me the brief walk-through. (If you are a teenager and you happen across my blog, PAY ATTENTION if you dad, mom or grandparents know how to build things with their hands. TRUST me! You will need to know how to do certain things. I wish that I had paid attention when I was a kid.) I’m still deciding on the exact size of the shed. I’ll post pictures of my progress. Building begins Thursday (or sooner if I get a chance to go buy Lowe’s sooner).
Pseudo-Psychological side-note: If I’ve learned anything in the last 2 years of getting out of debt and saving money, I’ve learned that there is something strangely empowering about doing something that you’ve never been able to do before. 2 years ago, I’d never tried to get out of debt. Now, I’m debt-free. 2 years ago, I had no savings. Now, I could go without working for a year and be just fine. I’m now going to find out if I can build a shed. I’m excited.
Of course, 2 years ago I was fat. Now? I’m still fat.