SimplyComplexJen

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It's true.  Every time.

Whatever you estimate for time and money on a house project, you'll underestimate.  I always say figure in 20% more money and 30% more time.

Today though, it turns out 50% more money and lord only knows how much more time.

I have 2 fence projects.  The first is extending to the front of the house what is now our back yard fence.

The second is fencing in the second lot behind us, so we can use it.  The dog and Bebe would probably appreciate that.  After all, we've been there 3 years and rarely use that extra green space. It's also one of the few sunny areas on my 2 lots that it makes the most sense to put our raised garden beds.

It's a shame.

On fence project #2, the lots on each side of it are not fenced.  After a couple phone calls with the city, I have determined that a survey needs to be done.  Keep in mind, my neighborhood is relatively old.  We don't have nice equally spaced lots on nicely laid out streets.  The neighborhood was built around existing tree areas, creeks, and estates/farms that were still in existence when being developed.

So, I found a guy that would install the fence and help me purchase the right amount of materals for fence project 2.  Unfortunately, because of the survey and needing the property to be staked, I'm looking at an additional $750.  It turns what should have been a quick and reasonably priced project into something drawn out and quite a bit more expensive.

So, in addition to the rule of never starting a home project with the words, "How hard can it be?" *cough*raised garden beds*cough*, always know you will underestimate the project in time and money.

Before and after pictures soon to follow.......



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originally posted on myspace.com April 21, 2006

While reading this, you may want to refrain from drinking anything as it might it up on your monitor.

OK, it all started Thursday with a employee ripping my ass over what I determined to be a lot of ego problems he's having and with his lack of success, but I'll go into that at a later time. His 40 minute rant obviously made him feel better. And really, what 40-year-old man wants a 29-year-old-woman (despite the fact I've been trading 8.5 years) to "manage" him????

I went home that night with a migraine thinking I could sleep the day off.

Wrong.

My step-dad went into the hospital that night with severe dehydration and bronchitis (he has emphysema to begin with). I got about an hour of sleep at that night.

** migraine plus lack of sleep **

At 8am I am supposed to address " **unnamed employee** Concerns" but I chose not to because of lack of sleep. Now I am accused of avoiding issues. Well, I am not a happy person when I don't get my sleep and you know the saying.... "if you can't say something nice....."

At 11am I go to the Johnson County Courthouse to take care of an issue.... so I went and lost (long story short).

**sniffle sniffle**

I'm sitting on the square trying not to cry. I need to hurry and get out of Olathe so I can stop in and see how my step-dad was doing at Shawnee Mission Hospital...... and as I back out........

what the **Crash**???

Yes, I hit another car who was also backing out on the square. Luckily, damage was minor (my rear panel has a slight dent). Of course 1/2 of the Sheriffs Department was having lunch at the coffee shop on the square and had to come running out to inspect.

** crying **
** wondering how much my deductible is **

As determined by the 7 unformed Sheriffs standing there...... no report was necessary and we exchanged business cards

** wiping brow **
**crying harder than before (which makes me look like an ass) **

As I back away.... call my brother and he starts laughing his ass off and asks how much worse can your day get???

** feeling optimistic that the worst is behind me **
****** Murphey is laughing, but I can't hear him********

Go back to work and have to deal with angry employee who is giving me the cold shoulder.... WTF?

Day is almost over, the end is in sight. I have to go to my church class and frankly, I'm looking forward to seeing the other 9 people, they are a great group.

While driving to class I'm talking to a friend on the phone and Abby is in the backseat and suddenly yells out, "I think I'm going to puke". Either I or the person I'm talking to hangs up because, TRUST ME, you do not want to ignore a 4yo who says that.

We pull over and talk and she feels better, so we continue to church. As we are getting out of the car.....

** spirits lifting as I look forward to spending the next 2 hours with my small group **

......she gives me a weird looks and PUKES all down the DRVIERS seat. And then she started crying and pukes again.

** instantly breaks out laughing and reassuring her everything is ok ** (seriously at this point, THAT was the classic ending, not the car wreck)

I call her dad to come get her and bring me some towels and basically the rest of the evening was uneventful. After he picked her up and I cleaned up my car, went to class and was able to get 5 hours of sleep last night.

** still a little edgy from lack of sleep **


Today.... I believe the reign of Murphey is over. But I refused to say that outloud.

So, that really has to be the worst 24hour period of the last 6 months at least.

** laughing as I write this because my poor writing skills can not convey how bad of a day this was and the range of emotions I experienced**

So, next time your day is bad, bookmark this, come back and read it and realize that while my day COULD HAVE been worse, certainly, this ranks in the top 10 worst 24 hour periods of my life.

Have a great day.

Moral of the story : Do not tempt Murphey, he has a wicked sense of humor.