D.I.Guy: reupholstered chair

This old chair was rescued from my Grandparents basement. The torn vinyl couldn’t be fixed so we decided to give it a new orange felt skin. And I feel like this reupholstering project was plenty manly to warrant D.I.Guy status – pliers, spray paint, staple guns, swearing, pliers again, more swearing and finally a chair!

Unfortunately, (or fortunately for you) I have no tips, tricks or advice. This was a real pain in the a$$. If you do know how to reupholster, please teach me.

Wisconsin State Fair Day 8 Round Up

1 of 1 fair goers agree (that’s me); Imodium Plus beats Pepto Bismol in state fair torture tests. What does that mean? It means my carefully calculated lunch worked its magic on my gastro intestinal tract and I was back in business for day 8.

Great weather and a small(er) crowd meant easy pickins wherever the mood struck. And it struck me in the old favorites. First stop Machine Shed for a Krispy Kreme burger that went down so fast that I immediately got back in line to wash it down with a deep fried PB&J. (Both reviewed in past posts here and here). I washed all that down with some good old fashioned Robinade.



Grilled Cheese Sandwiches are hard to pass up in the Wisconsin Product Pavilion so nabbed one of those on the way through. You can get 5 for $10 if you want to feed your whole family – I wanted to order it so I could say “gimme a full house” and see if I got three cheddars and two swiss. On the way out of the product pavilion we grabbed an apple cider donut. At $.75/piece they’re infinitely delicious.



Baked Potato or work of art? Both.


More Milk!


Two milks down the hatch for Beckett! He is my son after all. If you do the math 2 milks for his 40 pounds would be 10 milks for my weight! This kid is going to give me a run for my money someday.

Bacon Wrapped Cherrywood Smoked Pork Belly


Meh. I’m a fan of combining meats but chunks of pork belly are just kind of chewy and this wasn’t that special. Pick another bacon treat at the fair instead.

Sprecher Root Beer Sorbet


Good stuff but I liked the grape better.

Mascots at the fair!


Sponsoring the Milk House was the best deal the Bucks have made since drafting Lew Alcindor.

What is this? A poop chute? (Technically it’s the worlds largest piggy bank slide).


Why is this sidewalk like this?

IMG_9603Guess 1: This actually feels straight when downing a 40 of Mickey’s (or similarly popular West Milwaukee libation).
Guess 2: No one is going to steal a shopping cart from the nearby Menards because you know it’s going to have a jacked up wheel that already makes it impossible to steer and they won’t get 20 feet before realizing it’s not worth the effort for the $3 worth of the cans in it and that actually, the busted up baby stroller is still the way to go.

8 years…



That’s how long I collected the aluminum cans we used. Well, I finally went to cash ’em in and after 30 minutes in line, in the rain, along with the cities finest salvagers, I hauled in…wait for it…$27. I would have taken some pictures there but I think my iPhone would have been promptly scrapped for its value in metal. Everyone should experience this scene at least once.

Needless to say, all cans go directly in the recycling bin now. But it was worth it for the trip down memory lane; as the cans poured out of the bags I saw almost a decades worth of drinking history and down at the bottom the 8 year old Blatz Light cans still shined. You know, you can actually buy a lot of beer for $27.


Sometimes when you go to the store to buy something do you ever think, “I should buy something else to make it less weird that I’m buying this other thing.” It rarely works out. Tonight I ran into Target – with Tara and Beckett out in the car – and grabbed the biggest pack of Charmin Ultra Soft they had (because a. I’m worth it and b. I get to say “don’t squeeze the Scheuerman”). Anyway, I thought I should snag another item on the way to the checkout – just to round out the purchase. OJ on sale? Perfect. As I set my selections on the counter the checker looked up at me over Mount TP and said hello. Sensing an awkward silence I said, “big night planned” and shrugged. He didn’t say anything else. In retrospect it probably looked like I was going to chug a half gallon of juice and proceed to crap my pants.

And that’s why you just buy what ya came for.