Picture this: It's a crisp Minnesota morning, the kind where the coffee steams like a geyser and the frost on the ground crunches like nature's own potato chips. Glenn's hat empire was crumbling—fur flying everywhere, orders piling up like snowdrifts, and his "patented" dyeing process turning everything in sight a shade of "muskrat mauve." Glenn,
Oh, sure, they tried to drag me to one of those touchy-feely seminars where everyone sits in a circle, holding hands and whispering affirmations like "I am a lion, hear me politely request." My buddy Glenn Blamstead—yep, the same Glenn who once tried to assert his way into the Mora Muskrat Festival's pie-eating contest by
Ah, boarding school—the place where dreams go to nap and reality checks bounce like rubber chickens. You think it's all about conjugating Latin verbs and dodging cafeteria mystery meat? Nah, it's a crash course in the fine art of departure. Picture this: a sprawling campus that looks like a rejected Harry Potter set, complete with
You're strolling through a field of dreams, but instead of cornstalks whispering secrets, it's a barrage of wordplay that's ear-resistible. We're talking puns so sharp they could cut through tension like a knife through butter. If you're not ready for a pun-demonium, you might want to bail hay. But stick around, because this post is
Envision a couple of mallards strutting into a dive bar, feathers slicked back like they just cleaned house at a pondside poker game, leaving some poor egret with nothing but a soggy ace. They’re squawking about the juiciest lily pads in town, ready to slug back some swampy stout. But the third mallard? He’s no
Picture this: it’s 2 a.m., you’re knee-deep in a bag of cheese curds, and your laptop’s glowing with the siren song of the QE Life merch store. That “Quality Erections” logo—proudly trademarked by the USPTO—winks at you from a hoodie, a mug, and a trucker hat that screams, “I need this now!” You’re not alone.
As summer temperatures rise, ensuring comfort and durability in your pole building becomes crucial. From smart cooling strategies and thorough ventilation, shielding from sun-induced damage, to preventing pest intrusions, we’ll guide you in maintaining your space's performance during the hottest months. Cooling Strategies for your Pole Building Knowing how to cool a pole barn in
So there I was at the Mora Muskrat Festival, elbow-deep in a bucket of questionable “muskrat nuggets” (don’t ask, probably just fried dough), when Glenn Blamstead, in a Hawaiian shirt loud enough to scare off actual muskrats, challenged me to a cornhole duel. Picture Glenn, all sideburns and swagger, tossing beanbags like he’s auditioning for
Here in Sherman Country, where the skies are wide and the barns stand tall, we’ve been hammerin’ nails and raisin’ dreams since disco was king in ’76. Over the past 40-some years, we’ve built everything from pole barns that could outlast a Minnesota blizzard to barndominiums that make city slickers jealous. But you know what
Ah, Monday morning. The alarm clock blares like a foghorn, and you’re left wondering why weekends are only two days long. It’s a cruel joke, really. You’ve just spent 48 glorious hours pretending you don’t have responsibilities, and now you’re thrust back into the grind. The first five days after the weekend? They’re the hardest.
