Fun Fun Update!

I love my life soooo much sometimes. In the past month or so, I've shelled out $700 for Teddy's medical bills, $550 for a new alternator for my car, and now this. Here's what I came home to on Friday:

Supposedly, the drywall guys will be in Monday to repair the ceiling and wall and paint. Hopefully they can get it done in one day and I'll be through with this mess!

P.S. - On Saturday, my apartment complex informed me that they'll be raising my rent $60-$100 per month in February. Can you believe that they have the nerve to raise my rent when my ceiling isn't even fixed??? They clearly have not seen my needlepoint skills (see several blogs previous). I don't need to be paying nearly $1000 per month for this ghetto. I think I'll be outta here in February...

Seriously, like I really need this too.

I totally live in the ghetto, where your ceiling leaks, collapses, and the "emergency maintenance" person never returns your pages that you've been sending him for the past 48 hours. Take a look at the fun fun fun progression of events!



Wednesday morning - after a small rain, my ceiling started looking ugly and began dripping. I tried paging maintenance two times the evening prior, and once in the morning.





Wednesday evening - supposedly, the plumber fixed a leaky pipe in the attic. The ceiling was still leaking when I got home, but later stopped. A nice crack developed. The office attendant said it would "take a while" to get the ceiling repaired and painted.


Thursday evening - the cracks are getting bigger! I've heard nothing about the status of the ceiling repair.


Thursday evening, five minutes later - holy ghetto, batman! My ceiling collapsed, and there's crap everywhere. I tried paging the maintenance person again (nothing), then called the security company, who said they would contact the apartment manager. That was at least an hour ago and I've heard nothing.


Just a fraction of the rubble I get to clean up - soggy drywall, paint, cardboard, insulation, solder shards from the pipe, a valve handle, and a wet rag, all of which fell out of the ceiling. Teddy Bear is having a blast sniffing various bits and pieces and dragging them around the apartment.

Sigh...

Dia de Los Muertos!

I love Halloween - it's undoubtedly one of my favorite holidays. Unfortunately for Teddy Bear, it's one of his least favorite holidays because 1) he's not allowed to eat any candy, and 2) I get to dress him up in fun costumes. This year, he participated as Darth Teddy. It was either that, or I cover up his cone and the rest of his body with aluminum foil so that he could enjoy the holiday as a satellite dish. I figured he'd disagree with the former idea a little less, so we went with that one (by the way, Teddy just got his stitches out and is now cone-free). I managed to cobble together a pretty decent pirate costume together at the last minute, mostly from pieces gathered from my closet (hmmmm...). I wore it to work - about ten or so people dressed up for Halloween, and everyone else just laughed and pointed fingers. Oh well - I had fun. We also got a TON of trick-or-treaters - hardly any candy left at all!!! Which means that I won't feel *too* guilty finishing off the leftovers. I hope you had a great All Hallows too!