Crazy people USUALLY amuse me....

I'd like to start this particular blog by telling you that I'm sick. As a matter of fact, everyone in my household is sick. We're coughing & sneezing, have sore throats, fevers & headaches, etc... I'm only mentioning this to give you an idea of what we're already dealing with & how we're feeling on top of now realizing that our new landlord may be crazy....

The house we're in now is small, about 1050 sq ft. The yard is not fenced. The floors are scoured concrete. There is a one car carport. It's one of eight houses built exactly alike on a dead end street. Oh, and did I mention that there is NO privacy? The neighborhood kids & dogs are always in our yard. The positives are the fact that the house is only like four years old, our neighbors immediately to our right are awesome, Olivia has had a couple kids to play with & there's no through-traffic. The rent is high, in our opinion, for where we are.

The house we're moving to is a little bigger, about 1300 sq ft. The back yard is fenced. The floors are hardwood & tile. There is a two car carport. It's in town, so everything is convenient. The neighbors immediately to our right are my best friend's parents. AND, the rent is $200 less than we're currently paying. Sounds a lot better, doesn't it? Well, we thought so too, so we turned in our 30 day notice on our current place & signed a lease on our new place. Then, the crazy started....

Before we signed the lease, we viewed the house (while the tennant was still living there). It's an older house (built in the 70s), so it's got character. We didn't really see any problems aside from the fact that the front of the dishwasher was coming off. All of the other appliances (washer, dryer, fridge, stove/oven) are only about 5 months old. When the tennant moved out, the owner of the house called me & was VERY upset. She starts telling me about how the hardwood floors are completely ruined; the deep scratches in the floor are unacceptable & go almost all the way down to the pad underneath. She says the floors will have to be redone. She also says that all the interrior doors will have to be repainted. Here's the thing... We knew where the key was hidden (she had told us before), so we decided to walk through it. We couldn't find anything wrong with the floors or the doors. I mean, there were some scratches that looked like normal wear & tear in a rental house. My mom went with us & even she didn't see a problem worth redoing anything.

The owner called a local guy to come fix the stuff & told us that we can't move in until it's all done. The problem is that we're running out of time. We have to be out by the end of the month. If we're here even one day into September, we owe for the entire month. She called me this morning & started our conversation with, "I know it's not what you want to hear, but...". I knew at that point that my day was not going to turn out how I had planned. See, I was hoping to start moving this week. Yeah. That's not going to happen. She told me that the floors are taking longer to dry due to the humidity, so we won't be able to start moving in until this weekend. That gives us a total of 5 days to move everything, clean & do yardwork before turning in our keys (all while Eric is in school & working). That'll be tough, but that's not the crazy part....

While on the phone this morning, our new landlord tells me that the new floors are absolutely gorgeous & that I'll love them. She also tells me that, in order to keep them that way, we will need to not wear shoes inside the house for the first six months AND we'll need to get those little floor-protector discs that go under the legs of our furniture. **When we lived in WA, a lot of our friends asked that their guests remove their shoes when entering the house. People up there do it for a couple reasons that totally make sense: 1) it's almost always wet outside & 2) most of them have been stationed in Hawaii or Japan where it's just a way of life. We were never those people. It's inconvenient & annoying & really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.** Anyway, she reminds me that I need to tell anyone helping us move in that they'll need to do so in "stocking feet". Ugh! I'm nervous about living there now. I mean, floors are going to get scratched. This will probably be the first time ever that we don't get our deposit back.

It may not sound bad to you, but you'd have to hear this lady go on & on & on about the floors. She told me that the last person to live there (the one that JUST moved out) is being made to pay for repairs. I know that replacing hardwood floors through an entire house can't be cheap. She called the law to come & documment the damages (I'm sure for court purposes). It's really rediculous. I just keep telling myself that it's cheaper & bigger & more convenient. I'm going to put rugs down everywhere. Eric says that it wasn't in the lease we signed to have to remove our shoes or get furniture discs, etc. It should be interesting.

Oh, yeah. She had a new dishwasher put in. That's cool.