Day 2: "Don't touch the Dry Wall"

If I learned anything from watching Paris Hilton on the “Simple Life,” it’s that if you are asked to do a task you don’t want to do, do the task poorly, and then people won’t ask you to do that task again.  This worked when Paris was asked to wash the dishes and Nicole was asked to batter onion rings at Sonic.  I wonder if this plan will work for me during the long remodeling process.  Since T reads this blog, I’m guessing not.  Speaking of T reading my blog, he read yesterday’s submission and would like to add a few keys points: 1) his house on the “other side of the tracks” was worth 30K more than my (now our) house on this side of the tracks.  2) I have to cut out the vulgar terms because the preacher of our church, my dad, or my boss may read it.  “We’re in the ‘Bible Belt’ and I’m never going to get that promotion when my wife talks like a sailor. 3) The Plumber friend did not say “shit.”  He said “crap” because he is a good church and family man. 4) it’s a stake out, not a steak out.  We aren’t ordering delivery.    

T once said that I like watching the show “Confessions of a Hoarder” because I am a hoarder and it’s like watching friends on tv.  I would completely argue with the accusation that I am a hoarder, but I am wearing a high school marching band shirt from 1993 and whiting my teeth with Creast Whites Strips I bought while I was still in college (about 6 years ago).

Ok enough of the adult ADD and on to the remodeling update of the day.  Two guys came over early today to hang the sheet rock.  I retreated to my mom’s house.  T stayed on site and called me with updates. Updates such as one sheet rock guy discovered that the wires in the ceiling above the light fixture in our bed room have been touching and have caused the wire insulation there to smolder.  Maybe the house will burn to the ground before we finish remodeling.  Way to call it T!  T peeled of the painted over wall paper in the wall and discovered it was about quarter of an inch thick from 60 years of wallpapering, painting, and that asbestos stuff.  So, between toxic compounds and faulty wiring, this home remodeling will literally kill us (if we don’t kill each other first).  All joking aside, T and I have not argued one time.  I’m really proud of us :)  I give all props to T for doing a great job for turning our house into a home for our future family.  T even agreed to let me release Hood Rat back into the “wild.”  He did say that if it gets under our house again, he gets to take care of it.  “A dead cat is easier to catch than a live one.” After the workers left, I helped vacuum the dry wall mess.  I learned that it’s called a Shop Vac not a Shock Vac.  And I learned that dry wall is wet and you shouldn’t touch it.  I touched it twice, even after T told me not to.  I guess I inhaled too much drywall powder while I was vacuuming.  If the chalk eating girl from “My Strange Addition” was here, she would be in heaven inhaling all this dust. 

Tomorrow’s agenda: mudding the dry wall (2^nd coat) and hopefully scraping the popcorn ceiling in the dining room and kitchen. T is going with my sis to pick out doors, casing, crown, and base boards.  Sis is going because I’ve got work and a chiropractor appointment.