“It’s time to go home,” I said, “and build some house, with my friends.
And then you can hang out, talk, and make new friends.
That’s a great idea.”
And then I got this response: “No, I’m not going to build a house with friends, and then make new ones.
It’ll just take forever, I can’t wait.”
That was the end of that.
Then I went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up in a bad mood, feeling like I’d wasted my time and energy.
I decided to go back to work.
I’ve been building houses for 15 years now, but I’d never been this motivated to build one.
It was like being a professional athlete who wanted to make the ultimate team.
It felt like I had a team of people on my side.
I could build a great house.
And I could sell it.
I spent the next six weeks writing about how to build your own house, which turned out to be a book called Building Your Own House.
It sold out in less than 24 hours.
It’s a guide to building a home, how to do it in the most effective and cost-effective way, and how to actually build one in your own backyard.
It went through all the major types of houses, from small to mega-machines.
You can build a massive home from scratch, with little help from the government.
You could build it yourself, with a little help of a contractor.
Or you could go to a builder, who might charge you $2,500 a week to build.
In fact, I bought a lot of books on how to make your own home, but none of them included the entire process.
I wanted to find out what was involved, how many hours it took, and so I went looking for all the information I could.
In the end, I ended up spending $40,000 building a house in a small house in northern Virginia.
It cost $1,300, and I spent about three weeks assembling the building, including the roof, walls, roof deck, windows, doors, and much more.
It took me three years of building.
It is, by far, the most difficult, expensive, and time-consuming house building I’ve ever done.
It takes you months to complete.
And there’s nothing like building it in your backyard.
So, I’ve got a big house now, and a little girl named Charlotte, and we’re going to share the inside.
This is my new house.
I’ll call it The B.I.C. (build your own baby crib).
It was built in January, 2012, on a 1,000-square-foot piece of land I purchased in the Virginia countryside, and my wife had to take over the day-to-day care of Charlotte.
So my wife and I built it on a lot that was a good spot for a lotion factory.
We made sure the whole thing was level, and there was enough floor space for all of us to work in, as well as a little bedroom with a bathtub.
I’m the only one in the house.
My wife and daughter, Charlotte, are the only ones who can drive, and they drive me around and I take them to and from work.
My house has the best air-conditioning in the entire country, but it has a big, big hole in it.
My furnace is in there too.
My gas line runs along the inside of the house, and it goes into the attic.
I also have a huge solar panel, which is good for the winter, and also helps me run my generator, which I need to keep running during the winter months.
I built the entire house on reclaimed wood and pine.
The original plan was to build the house on the back of a tractor trailer, but the trailer was too big.
I was able to find a trailer that was the right size and weight for the house because it had the right kind of wheels for the building of a house.
We built a small roof deck on the first floor.
The plan was for it to have a single-story attic, and two-story bedrooms, and one bedroom on the second floor.
It would have a garage, a garage door, a porch, a walk-in closet, a window, a door in the garage, and an opening to the kitchen.
It also had to have three bedrooms, which was good for Charlotte, who wanted a lot.
I didn’t build any bedrooms.
I made the roof deck.
I had to use a lot more wood than I had originally thought, and this turned out not to be very practical.
I thought I could make it from wood I bought on Craigslist, but when I got back to the drawing board, I realized that I could have done it much better.
There’s no such thing as cheap wood.
The most expensive wood I ever made was from a truck