Cleaning Checks

I hate cleaning checks. They are the worst thing ever created since . . . the other worst thing ever. You can take your pick as to what that actually is.

Becky and I recently moved into her mom and dad's house, and since we had been renting, now we are working on the cleaning check stuff. It's been a drama.

Day 1. Last monday.
Had an appointment set up with Gina (the manager over our apartment) so she could check our cleaning. After she arrived 20 minutes late, she whined because the power was off (which I had told her about. She hadn't followed through on her end to keep the power and electric on). Lack of power did not stop her from whining about the stain in the burned crap that was there before we moved in, the baseboards that the owners hadn't cleaned when they moved out, or the drawers that we had already cleaned out. Though to be fair, we had forgotten to get some stuff out of one, so I'm glad she pointed that one out.

Day 4. Last Thursday

Called repeatedly. Left messages with the receptionist at the office asking about whether or not they had gotten the power back on so I could come and meet with her, but didn't get any calls back.

Day 8. Today.
Got a call right before my 11:00 class. Gina told me that they had gotten the power back on, and had the carpets cleaned, as per our agreement. Okay. She then began pissing and moaning about the burned stuff in the oven (probably smooth after Becky cleaned the oven when we moved out), and the drawers. Also complained to me about the drawers. Things like "There was toothpaste in one of the drawers," "There is toothpaste in the sink," (that's not toothpaste, it's silicon that the owners used to seal the tile) and my favorite, "There was a hair in one of the drawers." I'm not kidding. If I wasn't so pissed, I would have laughed at her.

So, despite having absolutely no time in which to do any cleaning in a place we don't live anymore, I now have to go after class and get the key to go clean. Becky has a class for her GT endorsement, so I am going to be working on a fairly tight schedule. I am going to try to get a detailed list of things that they're whining about, rather than a vague idea of what they're whining about. That way, I can check stuff off, and they are stuck with what they told me to do. I am beginning to wonder if they are just trying to screw us.

The problem is this: When an apartment manager or a landlord (for the most part) is getting a check everymonth, they don't really care what you're doing. You try to keep everything up, and check everything with them. You jump through all their hoops, but when you are moving out and they won't get a check from you every month, they immediately find fault with everything that you've done during your time there.

I kinda hope she breaks her leg.

New stuff?

So, some of the newest things going on right now . . . I'm back in school. I suppose that's the most important thing that I can mention. Other than that, life is quite similar to how it has always been.

Becky and I read A LOT while she was out of school, and for some reason, I got really into zombie books. It seems strange that it would come upon me so suddenly, but I suppose zombies tend to do that.


Also, I've been doing a lot of Japanese lately, which has bled over into me and Becky's choice in movies. Anime has been one of our favorite things to watch lately, and I've been getting manga (in addition to zombie books) from the library all summer. You can see this on my goodreads account. It's very obvious.

So, now I must be going. I have to study for a Japanese quiz, and read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. : )

Living with Depression on Vacation

So we finally got back from our vacation to Colorado and Moab. I figure we drove about 1,500 miles over the few days we were gone - from Wednesday to Monday. Now we are quite tired. At least I am. I do know, however that Becky is happy that we went, no matter how anxious and nervous I was during the experience.

I think she knows why was nervous. It usually happens when I meet lots of new people or go on vacation. I just so happens that this time, we did both. Pictures will be forthcoming on our joint blog, jeffandbeckydiamond.blogspot.com and possibly on this one, I haven't decided yet.

Swedish Numa Chef

Oh Barry my hero.

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False Doctrine!

So, the other day, Becky and I were visiting her folks, and for some reason, we started talking about doctrine. True to form, Allison brought up something seemingly completely unrelated.

She said that one of her friends (I wonder if she believes it?) said that there is a reason for Deja vu. Before we were born, God showed us a film of our lives, and our moments of deja vu are when we remember little snippets of that movie.

In probably my wittiest moment, I said "Well, that's a nice little false doctrine."

: )

Poor insane cat . . .

Okay. So there is this cat at our complex. I think it just hangs around our building, but this cat is freaking crazy! Here's our history with this warped little creature.

When we first moved in to this complex, all was well, but then we started hearing these horrible sounds! Becky and I would look at each other, and ask "What is that awful sound?" It really sounded like a baby with some sort of disorder. Finally, we found what was making the sound: It was a cat! I've never thought a cat could make a sound like that.

Then the war began. The "cat offensive" began one night when Becky was fed up with the sound. It kept getting louder! Now, I wasn't looking when it happened, but Becky opened up the door to shoo the bugger away, but it was sitting right next to the door. Naturally, Becky was freaked out by the satan cat there at our door looking like this.

I can only assume that the cat looked like that. Regardless, since Becky was so freaked out, she yelled at the cat, saying "You're gross!!"

The cat fired the first shot. We are just defending ourselves! Well, after the smoke cleared, Grossey (as we now called him) didn't come around for a couple of weeks. After which time, he attacked again! We were coming in the house one day, and Grossey ran into our house! We're still not sure why, but it happened. Then we went on the offensive.

The defense began one night in February. We heard that sound that told us that Grossey was just outside our window, so I thought Tonight's the night! I'm gonna get that little bugger! So I went out on our porch, and kicked the stupid thing towardss the stairs. Up to that point, I don't think it disliked me. It does now.

That was close to the end. Since then, we found out that the cat's real name is Robin, even though we still generally call it Grossey, or I call it "The poor little insane cat". We thought that the folks upstairs would take him with them (they were feeding it -- that's probably why it sticks around) but it's still here!! We don't know what to do!

Becky isn't supporting the war as strongly anymore. The Robin insurgency is getting to her. We feel like we should call the pound, but we know it's going to end up being put down because it obviously has something seriously wrong with it. That's where we are now.