Collections Agent

When our tenants opted to move out (supposedly back to California, but since we've seen them several times since then I doubt it), we decided we'd go with a property management company. It's just easier right?

The new tenants moved in this past weekend, and the gal at the PM Co who does the money transfers was out of the country until yesterday, when she was suppose to call me to get routing info. Guess what? She didn't.

So, I called and left a message. I emailed.

I got a response.

I had a couple of more questions, so I sent a couple of additional emails.

FOUR AND A HALF HOURS AGO.

I've called. Twice.

Trust me, the irony isn't lost on me that it was easier to get in touch with our check-floating, wrong check sending, excuse-having, flea infested tenants than it is to get in touch with our property manager.

Nice.

Here I Go Again

I'm not looking to turn this into the Big Brother Blog (although if CBS would like to slide some $$ my way for the advertising, I'd be okay with writing about Big Brother all the time), but MAN, this shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

I should never have made fun of Chiclets.

She's actually the only one in the house smart enough to have figured out Ronnie's Game.

And don't even get me started on Ronnie.

Since the theme this year is all about High School, I feel comfortable endorsing CBS's pick for the Brains Clique. They could not have picked anyone better. He's that nerd in high school who would go along with the jocks because he thought it would make them like him. And they only pretended to like him so he could "share" term papers with them. Trust me, dude, your "friendship" with the Athlete Clique in the Big Brother House is not validation that you are now cool and have shed your high school geekiness. IT'S EXACTLY THE SAME NOW AS IT WAS THEN. There is no way those guys would befriend or ever not make fun of some guy that is obsessed with Star Wars (not in the funny way that Howie Gordon from BB6 was) and owns the Legally Blonde: The Musical Soundtrack. No, no, no, no. It is against nature.

And while we're on the subject - any guy that gets that excited over that CD, a bubble stick (WTH?) and has a cat he calls My Molly Kitty.... I mean, really. You're not fooling anyone with that sham of a marriage you're in. Poor woman. I wonder if she knows. But, hell, she married you Stars Wars Obsession and all. It must be love.

For her, at least.

Vacation Depression

We started parking in a new garage on July 1. It’s awesome because it’s about $30 cheaper each month than our other garage. But, there’s one serious drawback that I’m not sure I’ll be able to get around. No, not the small spaces. And not the underground (though well-lit) horror movie creepiness. Uh-uh.

It’s the fact that it’s a hotel garage. Each and every day, going to and coming from work, I have to walk through the hotel lobby.

Seeing people who are presumably on vacation day in and day out is taking a serious toll on my employment mental health and, frankly, I’m not certain it’s worth $30 a month.

I’m almost 34.

I can retire now, right?

Yuck.

Remember this???

I honestly didn't think it could get any better than a litter box full of cat poo, but it did.

We've got new tenants moving in this weekend and coming by to check it all out today. Now, mind you, these people are moving from AZ and are renting the house sight unseen - save for some pictures on the internet. We want their first impression to be great!

So, we went by last night to do a few last minute things, not the least of which was fill in holes in the walls and touch up the paint. (Nothing fist-sized, just your typical picture holes). So, when we got there, Hubby spent a few minutes alone in the house. When we first walked in the door, I thought I'd heard a noise. Since squatting is not unheard of these days, Hubby took the shovel inside and inspected the place before Mini and I went in.

Hubby headed downstairs to the finished basement, the only carpeted area of the house. Mini and I followed briefly and then went back upstairs. The supplies were brought upstairs to begin the patching and painting and I settled Mini in with his toys. About four pullings of nails/screws into the process, Hubby says..."What are all these little bugs one me?!?!" I immediately thought... Termites? Carpenter Ants?

I went over to take a look.... And his feet and ankles were C.O.V.E.R.E.D. with fleas. I've seen my share of fleas. I've been in houses with flea problems where you leave with, like, 20 bites. But this was an in-freaking-festation. I was covered and Mini was getting covered. We all ran outside and I stripped Mini down to his skivs to make sure they were all off of him. I had the creepy-crawlies for the next 45 minutes.

I really hope those Raid Bombs work. Otherwise, we might be on the hunt for new tenants.

I'm not kidding when I say those last people were just filthy.

I Stand Corrected....MAYBE

I have to admit. After watching BB last night, Jesse might not be the biggest tool after all.

After watching Laura flaunt her goodies (she is SO un-cute by the way - where'd she get those teeth? The Chiclets Factory?), I was sure that Jesse would swoon. But then he totally surprised me by saying - and I'm paraphrasing here - "If that ding-dong thinks that by walking out here in her bikini and shaking her tata's in my face is going to help keep her around, she's wrong." Okay, so that was obviously my own interpretation of what he said. He didn't nominate her for eviction, which was disappointing, but at least he isn't thinking with the wrong body part.

Chiclet's has GOT TO GO.

Big Brother Eleven

I've been waiting so patiently. Big Brother is my summertime obsession. So, naturally, last night was a big night in the TSITG household.

You know, I used to think that John Mayer was a complete tool. And then I saw this



and it took away the douche-factor. And, of course, I met Faddah, which made anyone else on the douche-list pale in comparison.

But then, Big Brother went and brought this guy back from Season 10:














And so, let me say on this Friday - Congratulations, Jesse. You've been awarded the SITG Complete Douchebag and Total Tool Award... and you barely even had a chance to talk last night. That is how much you get on my nerves.

Why, why, why did Big Brother ruin it for me like this?!?!

10 Things You May Not Know About....ME!!!!!!

I was tagged by Coco, one of my very favorite bloggers. This pleases me because I enjoy being tagged. I fully expect that everyone who reads this will immediately make a list of their own.

1) When I was little, I wanted to be a meteorologist, astronaut and figure skater. I did not become any of those things.

2) I hate unloaded the silverware from the dishwasher. I don’t know why, it just is.

3) I come from a distinguished line of people with Stinky Feet. It grows exponentially worse with each generation. Mini’s feet stink even when he wears sandals.

4) I just got moved to a new floor at work yesterday. I finally have a WINDOW!

5) I currently do 600 crunches every morning (I try to increase each week). Not that they seem to be doing one damn bit of good. But, I do it anyway…mostly because I like saying I do 600 crunches every morning.

6) My tatas are shrinking.

7) I’m considering botox very, very soon. So what if I won’t have any facial expressions.

8) I desperately need to have more female energy in my house. I can’t take the farting and belching without some extra estrogen to balance it all out.

9) We are finally ALMOST finished with that darn deck. Three months is a long time. But when the work is free, you can’t complain! :o)

10) I like to take pictures, but rarely manage to get them off the camera and onto the computer. And when I do, I rarely share them out of sheer laziness, much to my family’s dismay, I’m sure.

Now it's your turn to join the fun!!