Monday, August 19, 2013

By our powers combined

My family has terrible luck. When I hear about "the luck of the Irish" I often think people must have been using the term sarcastically.  Irish luck includes: famine, war, drinking, fighting, poverty, the English, and death.  My family is not much different.

If there is money to be lost, my family will lose it. If there is something priceless to be broken before it can be sold, my family will break it. Last clean shirt? My family will dirty it.  It's what we do.  My husband's family tends to be the opposite.  If there is money to be made, they will double it. Own land? Something will be found there.  Decisions made are the right ones.

I have often said that marrying The Guy came with a good dose of balancing out the negative that is my family legacy. I lost money on house sales, broke priceless things, lost important documents, etc. Until I got married.  Now, I still make dumb financial and life decisions, but the impact is tamped by the fact my husband makes good ones.

Until now, his luck has been enough.  However, I have realized that - while he has improved the lot my life has had - I may be dragging him down.  My troublesome karma (for lack of a better word) is strong enough to mess with otherwise promising things.

As I've mentioned before, we are building a house. We started this process many months ago when The Guy accidentally stumbled upon a plan that suited our needs, a contractor we really liked, a cost we could afford, and a lot to drool over.  He brought these to me and I agreed wholeheartedly it was a stellar idea.

What we own: a pile of dirt, scrap wood, Tim's cup, and a sold sign.

When we started the process, the contractor told us that "if everything goes wrong from day one, you will be in your place by January at the latest".  Oh what wise words. He shouldn't have tempted the fates.

We went to sign the papers, but my job was threatened. We waited, it sorted itself out, we moved on.  We got the plans drawn up to send for approval. Two weeks later, we had to redo them. Two weeks after that, we had to resubmit them. The next day, all but one person who could approve the plans moved out of the office.  Six weeks later, we had signed plans.

By then, the foundation guys were on other build and we would need to wait. BUT I WANT IT NOW!!

The Guy drove by the other day and we had a great surprise! The foundation hole is completely dug out.  I spent the weekend asking anyone who would listen if they wanted to "see my hole".  One co-worker stated she did not and teased my question sounded a lot like sexual harassment.

See? See my hole?
This hole means, as soon as the foundation guys are ready, we will have foundation.  Then we will have a framed house.  Then a closed house! Eventually we will have AN ENTIRE HOUSE!!

Mind you, I'm still involved in this process, so it means more things will go wrong.  At least it makes life interesting!  Well, that's what I tell The Guy.


  1. Have you considered "leaving" The Guy? You know, just long enough to get the house built?

    1. I'm sure some days he has considered encouraging that!

  2. Make a necklace of garlic and carry a wooden cross.

    1. Right? I may need to be exorcised too.

  3. I'm so jealous. Building a house!!?!? I want to see your plans. It's the stuff of my dreams.

    We have a Murphy's Law thing going on 'round here, too. It's why I'm insured beyond belief. I feel that if I'm not, the one small loophole will loop itself around our necks.

    Sounds like you guys are a good balancing-out!

    1. We are building. It's so exciting. It's almost everything we could ever want. (We don't have quite enough money for EVERYTHING I want!)

      We are also insured. Though The Guy says he is still worth more alive than dead and I should remember that before I kill him!

  4. What a great hole you have. it's so...hole-like.

    1. Yesterday we drove by and now we have piles! My hole has piles!!


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