Tile: Day Two

Good news! They're finished. Well, almost.

The first day went remarkably well. We obviously had the A Team here to do the work. Not only did they demo the whole floor, but they laid all of the new tile as well. Looks great!

Day Two, not so great. The A Team must have had to work for someone more important.

Let's just say, Team C did the grouting. Not to worry, the builder says they can fix it. Oh goody!

I could go on, but I'll leave you with this photo instead. Remember, it's Friday afternoon and they won't be back to finish until Monday. I'll save time getting ready for work, at least. I can shower while I......

I Confess!

Recently a friend commented on how good I look in my photo. Having recently moved away, she thought the move must be agreeing with me. After all, I look 40 lbs. lighter and very tan.

I CONFESS! That is an old picture of me when I was 40 lbs. lighter and had just gotten back from a Hawaiian vacation.

I am usually behind the camera, so I am having trouble finding a recent picture of myself for the blog. AND, the ones I have found are not very flattering. Until such a photo exists, I reserve the right to select an old, more flattering picture of myself. Why not?

Demo: Day One

Here we go....

Today is the first day of demo on our tile floor. As you can see in the picture, they basically take a hammer and break out the faulty tiles. It actually looks fun. Let me take a swing. I have some pent-up frustration.

Lo Rides the Bus

After all of my efforts, Lo's high school transfer was denied. She'll attend N High School. (I was trying to get her into B. It is less than a half mile from my house.) In the district's infinite wisdom, they believe it is better for my daughter to ride a bus 5 miles to school than walk .5 miles. We live on the wrong side of the imaginary line.

Both schools are excellent. I don't have a problem with N. However, my daughter has a problem with riding the bus. It is "social suicide." I get that. I've watched Sixteen Candles.

She also doesn't know anyone going to N. All of her friends from middle school go to B. They live on the "right side" of the imaginary line. Now Lo is worried about having to eat lunch in the bathroom alone the first day of school. You've seen Mean Girls, right?

Maybe we shouldn't watch any more movies about the troubled teen years....

The Glass is Half Full...

...of Lemonade. Just kidding!

After all of my rants and raves about the house, I thought I'd end today's posts on a good note.

We are adjusting to our new life in the Lone Star state. My teenage drama queen is thriving here. Can you believe she'll start high school in the fall? I can't possibly be that old.

Big Guy is going to be in 1st grade. He is such a little man. He's already adopted the Texas Twang. He sounds like a native y'all.

I am not loving the weather, hot and humid, but I do love the area. Lots to do, lots to see, lots of really nice people. They sure are friendly in the south.

It doesn't make me any less homesick. I miss Bunco, Girls' Night Out, and YOU!! Keep me posted. I'll do the same.

I Didn't Do It

With new construction, there are bound to be little problems. I expect this. What I did not expect is that my upstairs game room floor would not be level. I did not expect that when the flooring contractor fixed it, he would put a nail in my water pipe. I did not expect my downstairs to flood. All I can say is, this time I didn't do it. It's not my fault. For those of you who have known me many years, you get it!

Tile Saga

Now that my tile is "ruined." (see below) OK, I am exaggerating. It really doesn't matter any way.

After living in the house a few days, and because I have spent so much time focusing on my tile floors, I notice something just isn't right. It turns out I have "faulty" tile. About 2/3 of my tile floor wasn't finished properly and it has a flat finish. Oops! It was supposed to be shiney.

Solution. The tile company is going to come in and break out the faulty tiles and replace them. This is going to be fun!

If Life Hands You Lemons....

Yeah, yeah, yeah....

I just moved into my brand new house. Because I am a "neat freak," I insist on having the grout sealed on the very first day. I can't possibly have a stain on my new tile floor. I hire a professional because I don't have the time (or desire) to do it myself. I should have known better.

Enter Rhonda! She slops down some grout sealer, assures me it will dry clear and will evaporate off of my tile. Do you see where I am going with this?

Oh yeah! Two days later, I have a cloudy haze all over my brand new tile floors. I can't get it off. So, Rhonda comes back to acid wash my tile.

Long story short. There's still a light haze on my tile, backsplash, and showers. The grout is no longer sealed. And, I am out 250 bucks!

Lesson: If you want it done right, do it yourself!

Don't You Forget About Me

I have been inspired by all of my "girls" to start a blog of my own. After all, there are so many of you that I want to keep in touch with and only one of me. This is for my Hollister Girls! I miss you more than you know...