<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 10:27:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>diy</category><category>home improvement</category><category>None</category><title>Ms Ruby Got Rocks</title><description>The epic saga of a crazy lady fixing up an old house.</description><link>http://msrubygotrocks.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (estonia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492.post-6048172671427292334</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-21T14:06:13.401-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">None</category><title>Can You Dig It?</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;I&#39;ve successfully dragged myself to the shore of the lake; I&#39;ve got my trowel; and I&#39;ve got a plan.&quot; The crazy lady was feeling confident. She reached out to break ground on her aquaduct. &quot;Ha-ee-yah!&quot; she said as she jammed the trowel into the yucky black clay. And she pulled on the handle of the trowel. ...and found that her body was moving towards the trowel, not the other way around. Oh dear.</atom:summary><link>http://msrubygotrocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-dig-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (estonia)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492.post-4975932409415537728</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-21T14:09:21.196-07:00</atom:updated><title>Looking for the Meaning of Life</title><atom:summary type="text">When we last saw the crazy lady, she was sitting on the damp, cold concrete of the porch wrestling with existential questions.

&quot;Why did I buy a house?&quot;

&quot;Why did I buy this house?&quot;

&quot;If it fell down in an earthquake, could I pick out my rubber stamps and the cat and just start over?&quot;

Despair.

But the crazy lady was not willing to admit defeat. She took the trowel in her teeth and started the </atom:summary><link>http://msrubygotrocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-we-last-saw-crazy-lady-she-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (estonia)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492.post-2125388401884140551</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T14:08:40.146-07:00</atom:updated><title>Storm In The New Year</title><atom:summary type="text">There was a doozy of a storm New Year&#39;s Day. The wind howled, the porch cover shuddered, and the waters, they were a risin&#39;. Under the house. Ms. Ruby had VERY wet feet. The crazy lady once again donned her miner&#39;s light and sludge sweats.Out on the porch, the table and chairs, blown by the wind, were huddled against the garage door. The crazy lady waded through the tangle of PVC until she once </atom:summary><link>http://msrubygotrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bo-peep-has-lost-her-sheep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (estonia)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492.post-1488186680593457774</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-21T14:21:07.102-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home improvement</category><title>Los Conquistadores de Agua</title><atom:summary type="text">The crazy lady dug out the graph paper and various measuring devices. She drew the layout of her lot and designed a drainage system that would flow all of the ground and roof water out to the street and avoid soaking Ms. Ruby&#39;s foundation. Plan in hand, she picked up the phone...The parade of landscapers, contractors, and landscape architects went on for a couple of weeks. Optimists (&quot;You only </atom:summary><link>http://msrubygotrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/los-conquistadores-de-agua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (estonia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_daTA97EqGzeEVBXidWvNe-itYpoeDGHpTBniGB4hff5TZsKQt1E8IX-URHABx9g0aUDMlVogGdKc7ubSg-HK2vIk0y_G9GP2LloBQnZh5OXYsDPOIgQztdXRf3Q-Ia-Df0ldUozBzy4/s72-c/plasticYard.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656541711378164492.post-2286459979097580673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-21T14:20:48.149-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home improvement</category><title>When it Rains...</title><atom:summary type="text">And so the crazy lady learned to mow. And weed. And prune.The crazy lady thought the puddle under her room had something to do with the tippy toilet...The plumber came. He replaced the toilet with a free low-flow model from the city. The puddle remained.The crazy lady started spending lots of time angled down through the access to the crawl space holding her weight on her elbows. 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