When I married Tim ten years ago, I’d never painted a room, caulked trim, or sanded drywall. I didn’t know a band saw from a skill saw, or have a clue what all this talk about “square” and “plumb” meant. I was a home improvement kindergartner, with no idea I’d just enrolled in trade school.
Now, looking back at our courtship, I see the signs. He picked me up for our first date driving a tool-laden cargo van, and his idea of Friday night fun was teaching me to hand sand the futon frame he was making for his sister. But even with all the workshop dates, sawdust-shouldered hugs, and romantic strolls through The Home Depot, I missed one undeniable truth: when I walked down the aisle and said “I do,” I wouldn’t just be marrying a man…I’d be marrying a contractor.
Please, don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. I love my husband. I love his creativity, his work ethic, and his out-of-the-box way of looking at things. I love that he remembers restaurants by their trim details instead of their food, and that he can eyeball most measurements to within a literal fraction of an inch. Most of all I love his bottomless heart and quirky humor, which have made my construction education so very much fun.
And that’s where this blog comes in. I’m a writer with a laywoman’s perspective; Tim’s a contractor with ridiculously diverse knowledge and insight. Together we hope to provide some helpful, informative posts without boring you to the bones the way so many trade-related articles are bound to do.
There will be a mix of the practical, the fun, and the inspiring. Some posts will be purely home related, others a little more diverse (be sure to check back later this week for our first blog giveaway!). And along the way, we’ll let you in on what McLennan Contracting – and the McLennan family – is all about. Namely, striving day by day to live a legacy of integrity, generosity, and purpose.
Sound like a lofty goal? That’s the only kind worth having. So I hope you’ll join me on this wild ride into the blogosphere, going where no contractor’s wife (okay, maybe a handful) has gone before.