I don't even want to know....

Last night our neighbors were screaming and making a ton of noise in the laundry room. Because it is a shared space, noise in there sounds like it is in our kitchen. It sounded like someone was fighting, but as you know, that is not out of the norm for them. So, we just turned up the ocean function on our noise maker and went to sleep dreaming we were far far away.

Well this morning we go out to the laundry room to do some laundry. (side note: Saturday through Sunday morning is our time, so they should not have even been out there!) Well, this is what we found....

Awesome. Now we have to either do acrobatic moves or get a large dose of antibiotics just to do our laundry! Lord only knows what is floating around in their bloodstream. Who bleeds all over a shared laundry room and just leaves it?! Disgusting.

Now they are creeping around the back of the house obviously looking for something and whispering in spanish. I just hope they find whatever it is that they lost in their bloody mess before either Domino or the kids from the daycare behind us do. We need to move!

Regretfully reporting to duty

In the last 2 weeks, Mr. S has called numerous times and left me 3 messages asking about other tennants. "Is Jan there?"..."Has she been there during the day?"...."Can you watch out your window and call me when she shows up? I need back rent" (seriously?!) He finally got that taken care of and then a few days later I got a new message, "Is Ramona home? Can you call me when she is?" He then stopped over to tell us that Arturo and Talia were supposed to be moving out and oh.."Can you let me know when they do?"

This is ridiculous! We hate this place and yet somehow have become the Apple Lane police! We need to move! I believe this all started because we wrote him a huge letter (He is foreign and almost impossible to understand on the phone! I used to live in his mother in law apartment and was able to understand him by reading his lips, without that it's a lost cause!) explaining all of our concerns and letting him know that we were going to have to move if the amount of people "living" here wasn't significantly reduced. Aparently, that got him to start acting like a landlord...at least for a few weeks. What I didn't count on was the fact that taking charge in that way would make us the official rule enforcers. Believe me, this is not a job we want!

Cars, cars everywhere!

Last night we counted 15 cars in our driveway/parking lot/yard area! 5 of these cars are either not running or are never moved from their wonderfully aesthetic spots! There are 6 units, so there should be what?..12 cars tops! Plus, we have 6 covered spots in the carports and our's plus 1 other one are the only ones that are used for usable cars. What is in the other 4? Junk! They are packed to the roof with crap, which means that they look disgusting and also that the excessive amount of cars have to be littered around the yard....also looking disgusting! Awesome.