DRY Ink

Now, doesn’t that feel better? All rested up? See I told you a break would feel good. And a rest was important because we have a lot coming up here at DRY Ink.

It is probably time for a state of the family address around here, it’s been over a year. Yeah I’m a slacker.

So in the past year, DRY Ink has managed to see both younger cherubs deposited into the gifted program and Jacob safely enrolled in welding school and continuing to run his own business. In more recent developments, Jacob has begun to acknowledge that he does in fact need a GED. This has nothing to do with me saying it for the past 2 years. Nooooo, his boss has put the hammer down and told him to get his GED. (Thank you.) Jack’s has been on break from sports, but is returning to soccer shortly and we have pledged to allow football into his life in the fall. He has also managed to achieve straight A’s. Emie continues to dance, dance, dance and despite the recent drama with her dance teacher being fired, is looking forward to her review, in which she has less than 9 weeks to learn a brand new routine. Big fun here at DRY Ink. She continues to do well in school also, earning AB honor roll.

Jeff is still kicking butt in his job and stays fairly busy. He has managed to carve out time to join a baseball team of his own. They have been practicing for a few weeks and games start up at the end of March. Jeff is in heaven. As for me, I continue to tear apart the house, lament that it is not finished and see a few clients. It looks like I’m on track to actually be licensed next spring. But yeah, I’m not excited yet, I’ll believe it when I see it.

As far as the family as a whole, big things are on the horizon there too. In addition to my birthday coming up in a few short weeks, we are hitting the Utah slopes later this month. I am so excited to share with the cherubs a sport that I love with a purple polka dotted passion. I can’t wait to spend time with them in the snow.

In the category of bomb shells; we here are DRY Ink are in the process of exploring the possibility of adopting another cherubs. We are gluten for punishment around here. We are really feeling like we were beginning to be able to handle things. Nooooo, we can’t have that, chaos will rain, or we will work to create it. So were are nearing the end of our home study process. We should be wrapped up by the end of the month, and we’ll see what happens from there.

So while good things have happened in the past year here at DRY Ink, we always have room to improve. I am looking forward to more family time, finishing up some major construction projects at head quarters, (including that damn mud room), and possibly increasing DRY Ink’s over all size.

As for me, right now, I’m recovering from a nasty bout with the flu, the weather acting like December in March, and fireplace mantel rebuild that won’t cooperate, so I am taking myself to the movies today.

Stay tuned, there’s sure to be never a dull moment. We’ll make sure of it.

I hang cement board about as well as I hang dry wall = crappily. Consistency baby.

You can fit approximately 2 adults or 1 adult and 2 children comfortably in the shower. But 2 adults are a lot more fun.

Shower p-traps smell like rotten eggs. If you drop a very important stainless steel screw down the drain and don’t figure out it’s stainless steel until after you stick a magnet down the drain and stir things up, it will smell like rotten eggs in your new shower for days. While you cry about the lost stainless steel screw.

It’s a lot harder to pick paint colors in rooms that don’t get much light. But you still want the room to be warm. Because, you know, you’re gonna be naked in there. But your favorite color is blue. It’s hard. I’m just saying.

My mother in law rawks. She sent over a shower warming present. Who sends over shower warming presents? My awesome mother in law that’s who. She sent these incredible white waffle textured hotel towels. A full set. Which is perfect because all my old towels are bleached from all the jams and jellies I use on my face in an attempt to make in not look like a pizza pie. How she knew that I’ll never know. My MIL is better than your MIL. Nenner neeeeener.

It is impossible to take too many showers. I’m averaging about 3 a day. My husband says I no longer shower for cleanliness, showering is now a hobby. He says that like it’s a bad thing. Hey it keeps me off the streets.

You should always go with the clear shower curtain. It’s really hard to see the TV through the striped one.

If price were no object, which Jeff kept insisting it was, I would have put in more shower heads. Shower heads are just one of those things you can’t have too many of.

You can’t marry a shower or claim it on your income taxes. Who knew?

Other people have enlarged/remodeled their shower. I’m not the first in history to do it. And they didn’t whine about it half as much as me. I know, shocker.

That’s it. Really. I’m done talking about my shower now. Promise.

Probably.

I feel like I’ve given birth.

Well it did take nine months.

So how’s it going. Me? meh? I’m fine just a little busy. What’s that? I haven’t been posting? Well I said I was taking a break. Hey don’t catch an attitude with me.
WE WERE ON A BREAK!
And there’s the shower thing. Yeah, you remember that little shower enlargement project started in March of ’08? The one I promised Jeff he would be showering in on January 1? Yeah that one. Well’s there’s not so much showering going on. More like unfinished tile going on, but that’s just as good right? Right? Please?
So the shower is at an absolute stand still while I wait on another box of tile to come in that was due last Saturday, but nobody has actually seen. Well I’m sure somebody has seen it, just not anyone willing to hand them over to me. Despite that fact that I mortgaged a cherub for said box of tile. Tumbled marble is expensive at market price. I just thought you should know.
So in between sitting around staring at the unfinished shower, I’ve finally managed to put to rest some other projects around here. Including replacing the broken tile in the hall and extending the tile under the dishwasher so that all the little cheerio bits don’t get stuck in the crack between the end of the tile and said dishwasher. That’s something. Isn’t it? Please?
But no, the fireplace mantle is still not done. Thanks for asking.

After Katrina I wrote a post (joking) about how we were the only ones with power, so everyone brought their food over and my Diet Dr. Pepper had been relegated to the counter. I requested a wine frig to store my nectar. (Have you ever had warm DDP?) Well, Jeff latched onto this idea with a vengeance. “It would be perfect,” he said. “The kids would stay out of the frig if all the drinks were there,” he continued.

My only resistance to all this? I would have to de-construct a cabinet I built, install a power outlet AND displace my spices.

Needless to say Jeff won and we are now the proud new owners of a wine cooler. Yea, I know, just try to wrap your mind around the ridiculousness of that. Mormons, practicing Mormons, with a wine frig.


Other issues? My sanity. I stumbled into the kitchen this morning for my AM dose of the DDP, opened the frig and nearly had a heart attack. “No Diet Dr. Pepper! What?! How did this happen? What am I going to do? Wait. Oh yea, it’s in the wine frig now. Carry on.” Hearts just aren’t meant to take that kind of stress before 9 Am.

There’s not nearly enough DDP in there to make this all okay. And don’t even get me started on where I’m supposed to put all my homeless spices.

I’m thinking of putting them in the wine frig.