Saturday is a special day...

This morning Dave woke around 5:30am to go to work....then he came back in the house at a quarter till to tell me our yard was flooded and to get up.

Apparently sometime during the night, or even a few days ago, a pipe burst in our front yard. It is now completely flooded. Gallons upon gallons of water. Our water meeter read 243,500+ gallons. Hopefully that's not from all the water we lost....if it is...heaven help us that bill will kill us.

So in the midst of this, Dave is trying to call the water company to come turn off the water - and it being 6am on a Saturday, they didn't answer. So he's peeve cause he has to go in to work up in Rome and all this is going on at the house. Eventually he just told his brother he'd get there when he could and was about to leave to drop a clamp off with one of the guys, when the garage door decided to break in half on top of his head. Luckily he's still with us. But, it broke his phone. And mine was dying, needing to be charged.

So Dave takes my phone and heads out to meet up with Justen to drop off the clamp...meanwhile I'm freaking out in my hormonal rush and balling my eyes out. I can't call anyone. Our house phone we got through tmobile isn't working and Dave's cell phone was dead.

So what else do you do in one of those helpless situations? I prayed. And within seconds Dave's phone was working just fine. Thank you Heavenly Father!! So I called my parents at 6:30 in the morning and left a sobbing message on the answering machine. Then I got my wits together and called the water company again. They finally answered and said they'd send somebody out there to turn off the meter.

While I'm out in the front yard pulling my hair out, just watching the water spurt from my yard, a neighbor appears at her bedroom window and offers to come and help - but neither of us know what to do.

Dave finally gets home and manages to get the water turned off - who knows how long it was going to take for the water company to get out here. More money for them, right? And he starts digging away. Two feet later, we find the lovely polybuteline pipe spouting water.

About an hour later, Rocky and Kate come (my in-laws) and save the day. This same thing had happened to Rocky a few years back, and they ended up replacing all their poly pipes - which is something we will eventually have to do. So Dave and Rocky fixed the pipe while Kate and I weeded the flowers I had planted weeks earlier - it was all I could think to do at the time.

Then we moved on to the garage door. Long story short - it's back in place, but it ain't goin' anywhere. We'll have to replace that, too. But we got everything fixed by 10am. Not too shabby. Just not how we planned on spending our saturday!

So for the next little while we'll have a nice hole in our front yard till we know the pipe isn't leaking, and we won't be able to use our garage door anymore (unless someone feels like handing over $5-600 dollars). I feel a black cloud looming over us.

(Kate helping me weed in her Hooter's shirt)

(the garage door...this is half-way being fixed)

(Dave fixing the pipe)

(The effing pipe)

(the fixed pipe)