Nothing ever really happens...

Sometimes Kate watches a video series called *Kipper the Dog*...he's a cute little dog with a British accent. One of Kipper*s lines is "Nothing really ever happens..." Well, sometimes it feels like that, but the reality is we have been busy here. So busy that I have been low on creativity and energy.

Lately we have had this done:

When Sam saw the heavy equipment, he just about went apoplectic. It was better than any video a boy could imagine. The only thing that would have been better for him would have been to drive it.

Our front stoop had serious structural issues, thus we needed this to fix the problem. Let me warn you, it you need one of these, it will co$t you. Alot. More than you think.

Then when the machine is done. You're left with this: It was so ugly that I had to doctor the picture.

The city frowns on leaving the house looking like this, so we had to pay more $$$$ to get a new stoop.

You know once you rip out the stoop, the landscape starts looking pretty crummy. If you pull out the landscape (with your 4 wheel drive vehicle), you're left with no stoop and no landscape. Wait, that can be fixed with more $$$$$.

Come to think of it...when you get a new stoop and walk into the house, the eye is immediately drawn to the worn out carpeting on the stairs. What? I can't live with shabby carpeting in the entryway. Yes, we fixed that, too. The good news is that it only cost $$$.

With all the newness happening, things started looking pretty cluttered, so we rented a mobile storage unit and had it delivered to the house, so we could load extra stuff into it. We pulled the permit, welcomed the delivery driver and had it dropped along the side of the road (which was acceptable per the permit).

It was but 15 minutes when one of the city inspectors aggressively knocked on the door. "Excuse me, but you have a mobile storage unit...it's impeding traffic in the northbound lane and you DON'T have a permit," he announced to me.

Hmm, he's thinking he's got fresh meat, I thought.

"Sir, I know it's in the street. We had it put there. We have a very narrow driveway. I have a permit," I replied.

"You do?" he said with a hint of suprise in his voice.

"Yes, I do. And YOUR office gave it to us...and YOUR office knows it's in the street."

"Oh, sorry ma'am."

So, I called the engineers office and suggested that their employees check to see if residents pull permits before trying to make a kill.

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Fast forward to 8 o'clock that evening.

Door knocking heard again, Runner Boy answers this time.

This time it's a city police officer.

"Excuse me sir, but there's a mobile storage unit in front of your house," she points out.

Runner Boy replies, "Yes, I do. I have a permit, the city knows it's there."

"Well, we're worried it may cause an accident...but...you really have a permit?" she asks.

"Yes, we've already spoken with the city again today...they are aware of the location of the mobile unit and should be sending flashing barricades out."

Said police officer then expedites the barricades out and we crossed our fingers.

The unit got loaded with only 2 more calls to the city and we finally got rid of it.

Stay tuned more projects to come...