So, it seems that lately coming up with anything to blog about is rather a daunting task. I can't even being to think witty thoughts. I think my brain is focusing on all the typing I'm going to have to do come August 24th.
"What is so special about August 24th," you ask?
I start Graduate School, I will get a degree in: Getting Central New York youngsters to turn off their Wii and play real sports. Then the great state of NY will allow me to pay them more money and take more tests (that I already took and passed for the great state of NC) so that one day in the near future we will be able to buy a house. I mean get a job.
Changing subjects:
This whole rental situation has just taken a mayor dumper.
Our neighbors are moving out at the end of the month. They feud with the lady that their half of the barn faces. (wholenother can of worms there) When our perfectly fine neighbors told us that they were going to be moving out. They said that they specifically told Slumdog Millionaire (if you need a refresher on our landlord AKA: Slumdog click here: *slumdog*) to not screw us over and make sure he got someone related to Colgate University to rent the place. He agreed and stated that he had learned his lesson from the previous tenets that lived on our side. WELLLL, Isn't that special. You know I have to give it to him he does have a special gift. He has the ability to talk out of both sides of his mouth. So I found out who our new neighbors are going to be. They are not affiliated with Colgate. They have 2 children. One of which was in Hayden's nursery school class. (from all reports he's a really good kid)
the downer.
I have conflicting reports on what kinda people they are.
based on appearances alone: they are dirt poor (literally dirty)
based on my introduction to the dad: they are not to bright
based on info from people at nursery school: they are good people who are just really uneducated and don't have alot of money (who does these days, right?)
based on some people who lived in the same apartment complex with them recently: they are horrible people who verbally and physically abuse their kids, they are filthy and disgusting, stock pile trash and neglect their 2 dogs.
lovely!
move in next door and lets be friends.
best part: the dad: is on disability and stays at home w/ the kids all day!
Oh joy!
1 comment:
I know you don't want to hear this but maybe the apartment you're in is just a temporary till you find a different place to rent. It sounds like you need to keep looking for the right place for you. Or maybe God put you in this apartment for some reason and you need to figure out what that reason is. I know, I know, this was a great help. Your welcome :)
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