So, we moved in on Saturday (the 15^th). Not even a week from this writing. The place isn’t pretty ok? We knew this before we got here but it’s a great place to save money and get stuff in order.

Ok, so yesterday morning, EARLY morning, like 7 am, Shawn gets home from work. He takes showers in the morning. So I’m just barely dozing off, only been asleep for 3 or 4 hours, and then Shawn SLAMS the door open to the bedroom, rushes into the closet, drenching wet where the water heater is at and starts to panic over how to shut it off.

You see, in the bathroom the cold faucet has been broken and we have to turn the pipe thingy with a pair of pliers. We’re going to get it fixed ok? We just only gave all of our money to the landlord, Mr Miller and we haven’t gotten paid yet ok? Don’t judge us for the way this house looks yet.

So I’m like “What tha?” suddenly on high alert, but my ears are roaring. No wait that’s actually coming from something other then my sleepy head. Its in the bathroom!!! OMGsh I’m freakin out, I run in the bathroom butt arse naked and see a geyser shooting sideways the length of the tub. I mean water is GUSHING like its running from the demons of hell. Have you see the water pressure of a fire hydrant? It’s like this but horizontal.

In Shawn’s mad dash to turn it off he forgets to close the shower curtain as well. Me in all of my cool headedness run around the house like a headless chicken looking for all the towels I can find. I pull the curtain down and try to seal it against the wall of the shower but the water itself is gushing so hard it keeps the curtain from staying put, but I know this already. That’s why I grabbed the towels first. See I’m smart! I shove one of the bigger towels at the bottom on the curtain and the others I use to throw the water back over board! (IE: mop the floor up so we don’t have the flood waters of the Nile on our linoleum).

I’m yelling to Shawn this whole time that the HOT water heater doesn’t touch the COLD water. So his plan isn’t going to work. Go outside and find the shut off to the house. Its minus 40 degrees outside (not really) and he’s dripping wet. He throws on his old pants and runs out bare feet and does a circle around the house. Can’t find the stupid thing. My dad gets up this early so I ask him. He says to turn off the well pump. But we share the well with 4 other houses and that’s not an option at this point. So he tells me it’s a yellow lever somewhere on the side of the house that’s closest to the well. We’re looking all around the porch, nothing. Shawn runs back in and jambs the pipe thingy back in against St Helens on there and I’m calling up my land lord.

Mind you, its still about 7:15 or so AM and my land lord is an older gentleman who’s health isn’t go great anymore and his wife has cancer. I REALLY don’t want to call him if I don’t have to but I guess I do.

Meanwhile Shawn gets the thingy back in there but it’s shaped so that it will only turn on itself so far and he didn’t line it up ok? So the water is coming out of the regular faucet but still we can’t get it off and we can’t fix nothing till the water is off to the house.

So Mr Miller makes a few calls (While he’s at the hospital with his wife) and then informs me that someone is on the way. These huys show up with a freaking shovel!

They dig a FOOT or more in the ground and THAT’S where the valve is. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!p “Oh hun look the house is floating, better go turn off the water.” “Ok dear let me go grab my shovel and start digging.” Meanwhile the house is ridding a stream down the street and you’re still digging. WTF people?! LOL

So I call Buck back (Mr Miller) and ask if we’re suppose to be waiting on someone else and he said that he doesn’t have all of his numbers handy. I tell him not to worry about it right away because I actually just want to go back to bed. Also, Shawn knows how to fix it so Buck says he can reimburse us the money (and we were planning on replacing the stupid thing anyways since half of it was missing.)

Prob is we don’t get paid for 3 days. We do plan on playing beat the bank the day before, but that’s still 2 days till we can get the water turned back on.

So now we can cook noodles, flush the toilets, drink freaking water (tons of soda baby! I’m wired) and of course take baths. I stink to high hell and I can’t bathe till tomorrow.

On a good note, my internet is suppose to be turned on tomorrow (or Friday) as soon as the mail gets here.

Ciao