My March Madness

Well I have been working for about five hours on this thing tonight. I am not happy, but it will do for an update. I have been on spring break since March 15th and at the house everyday. The 14th the house failed inspection again because the cement contractor didn't feel it was necessary to build the cement forms designed by the second engineer report. What an idiot, but it gets worse. We have to wait 48 hours between each inspection so another inspection takes place Tuesday morning. Nobody is there to meet the inspector and it fails again. I'm thinking this is the twelfth inspection on the foundation.

21 century woman that I am, I get a mammogram first thing am and also get blood draw and in the name of annuals. I can't make urine so I go to grab a coffee now that I can stop fasting for the blood. I stop by the house and see the failed inspection forms. I happen to also be on my period which comes in handy for the first time, because I go ballistic. I make phone calls to head and sub contractors. I make calls to city inspectors (but sweet talking them to see what we can work out) I tell all the boys that I am now a woman on the edge and heads are going to roll, that I am not leaving the property until things are fixed. Well the city inspector tells me what has to be fixed in the basement including the removal of the old hot water tank which I decide to do myself and for the second time in this long, painful, drawn out process, the concrete man has failed to put rebar in the forms and holes. (After I throw in rebar, human bones are heading next from one certain sub contractor.) I find the sub on another job in Sacramento and I tell him that I am going in the basement and finish his job. "oh be careful. You better let me do it." he says. It is everything I can do to keep from reaching thru the phone line and killing him.

I run back to the lab to finish my annual deposits. Go back to the house and field more phone calls from men contractors about how dangerous my basement is and how hard and heavy tank is. Blah, blah, blah. And how the men are on their way to save me.

I call another friend to help, we manage to shut off the city water line, rocket science I tell you. We pull the tank and cap the water and gas line. Well I must of embarrassed (and scared) the sub contractor, so he stay the remainder of the day. The city inspector came out as a favor and re inspected on the same day. I babysat the sub all day and got him to send errand boys for extra supplies rather than him going. He got his job done. Amazing what a little PMS and attitude can do to get some men motivated!

After work finish, I bought some hair color went home and showered and dyed my hair and went to bed. Now is that a 21st century woman or what!

Enjoy the slide show. http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p60/couragee/new%20home/?action=view¤t=726453cc.pbw