Megan and I took a little vacation down to Disney World this past week and it was an exhausting past week! From trying to find a cheap motel to crash at last friday night after driving down (finally found 1 smoking room at a crappy pay by the week hotel at 2am...) to the 120,000 brazilian teenagers that swarmed the disney resorts (and again stayed up to 2-3am...
Well, we get a call on Monday evening from my parent's who went by to pick up the mail and check the house. Turns out TN American Water said my house had a leak cause the meter was just a-spinnin! Dad shut it off and said the house looked ok. It must be in the yard- Awesome! At least the house wasn't damaged.
We drive back on Thursday and get into town about 9:30. The A/C won't work and the water has been turned off. Turn it on- yep it leaks somewhere...but where

I start digging some test holes trying to find where the pipe is. ITS DEEP! I give up around 1:30am (hey, I'm used to staying up all night after the brazilians knock on every door as they walk down the hall...)
I get up an rent a backhoe, have to have a full-sized truck which my frontier is not, so I borrow my dads. Get it home and start playing...er... I mean digging. I figured I would just run a completely new line from the house to the meter and be done with it. As I'm digging, my neighbor comes over and offers me a cold one so I stop and we talk. He mentions the gas line and a discussion over which way that might run ensues. I decide to start at the other end since I was getting close to where it *might* be. I call 811 (call before you dig). Its state law that you must call before you dig. Apparently its also state law to call 3 DAYS before you dig. They'll locate my gas line by next wednesday...
Screw it, I keep digging. WHEEEEEEESH!!!!! then the smell of Doritos. Awesome. I hurriedly shut the machine down, and leap away. Throw the hat, cuss and finally call 911. Three fire trucks show up and an hour later the gas company shows up. They get it seal off an repaired.
Alan drives by, honks and turns around. I tell him the story and he immediately knows what's wrong with the A/C. He tells me what to do and call him in the morning. I'm too tired to fix it right now and I've got a portable a/c in our bedroom for the night.
Anyhow, I finally took a shower 22 hours and $284 (of my dollars) later. It only took my dad's truck, the 3 responding fire units and two gas company guys to solve one of my problems! I'm beat and I'm going to bed..
My yard:
