Reason Number 459 Why I Love My Apartment

When our landlords told us they were hitting the beaches in Hawaii for two weeks hubs and I were pumped.  Two whole drama free weeks.  That is until I wake up the day after they leave to a cold shower. 

Hubs gets an inkling that their water heater is dying and leaves the bathwater running for an extended period of time.  Which of course is making me uncomfortable wasting so much water.  We let the water run for close to 20 minutes and it barely reached luke warm.  Clearly there is some heating of water, but no water is getting hot enough to have a comfortable shower.

This is where our dilemma kicks in: do we contact the landlords who already don’t like us while they’re on vacation.  And if we reach them can anything actually be done considering the water heater is in their apartment which we don’t have access to?

I took my situation to Facebook and everyone said we should say something.

I agreed, but ultimately we decided that keeping the peace is more important to us than warm showers and never sent them a message.  Besides, I had fears that they’d be all, “The water is warm enough!” on us, just like they were about the heat.  You know- chalk us up as people who get cold far too frequently.  And complain a lot.

Then last night I went to the spa with one of my girlfriends and after our massages we decided to hop in the showers to wash off the massage oils.  When my friend saw me taking my hair down out of my ponytail she was all, “You’re going to wash your hair?”

Yes.  I haven’t had hot water in two weeks.  I’ll take a hot shower wherever I can get it.

I’m Back!

Back from where?  My blogging break.  I’ve been fairly busy the past couple of weeks between having visitors and work and catching up with daily life in between.  Oh and staying dry.  It’s only rained every day for the last week and is forecasted to rain at least seven of the next ten days.  Did I ever mention that I hate all seasons but summer?

Give me sweltering temperatures any day.  This rain and cold every day is no better than the snow and freezing temperatures.

So I’ve been keeping busy with lots of baking.  Whenever something’s happening I automatically get signed up to make cake pops.

I baked these Easter Egg cake pops (along with Thin Mint Truffles) for Easter.  And let me just say this was an Easter I won’t soon be forgetting.

They were a huge hit with the three and under crowd.

And speaking of three and under, my landlord’s son was turning three last week.  Hubs and I decided that we’re going to try to ride out the remaining one year, three months, twenty days, thirteen hours and seven minutes of our lease.  But who’s counting?

I decided in an effort to make nice to send over a couple pops.  It seemed to work fairly well because since then we’ve had no bad encounters with them. 

I’ll be knocking on some serious wood that we can make it through the remainder of this lease drama free.  Here’s to hoping.

A $2 Fix

All winter long the hubs and I have been miserable in our apartment.  Heat is regulated by the landlord and the city law dictates that it should be 68 degrees.  We haven’t wanted to complain considering our landlords aren’t the most friendly of folk.  Twice this winter it had gotten so unbearable that we contacted the landlord and asked him to turn up the heat.  Both times he came up into our apartment, felt the radiator and said it was on. 

That’s great that it’s on, but a lukewarm radiator is not heating up a large open room.  Both times we’ve just let it go.  We figured that winter was about over so why push it any further?  We could report them to the city but that will make our situation even more uncomfortable. 

This weekend we were freezing.  Yes, it’s March but it’s also 25 degrees.  Once again we contacted the landlord who told us that his apartment was warm and ours should be fine. 

Well I’m so thrilled that your apartment is warm, BUT OURS IS NOT.  We ended up going to Home Depot and purchasing a cheap $2 thermometer.  This way we could prove that our apartment was in fact no where near the legal 68 degrees.

Before we even walk in the door from running our errands Clyde comes out of his apartment like a bull out of the gate.  He starts raising his voice at the hubs saying that the heat is on, that’s all he can do.  He’s going on about how his apartment is warm and toasty and our radiator is fine. 

We try to state our side, that even though the radiator is technically on it is by no means actually heating our space.  Hubs finally says, “Look Cylde, we just bought a thermometer and if it gets below 68 we’ll let you know and if nothing comes of it we’re contacting the city.”

Clyde says “Fine, do what you need to do” and then continues to yell at us for a couple more minutes.  Finally I close the door in his face because he’s not letting us get a word in edgewise and is refusing to understand that our apartment is cold.

Thermometer reads: 60 degrees.

Just so you know, that’s not warm.  A couple of minutes later Clyde’s wife, Bonnie knocks on the door and says, “If the apartment is ever cold please just let us know and we’ll turn up the heat.”

Tail between the legs much?  She must have heard our threats to call the city and her husband telling us to go right ahead and realized that’s not so great for them.

We wake up the next morning to a cold apartment. 

Thermometer reads: 60 degrees. 

I text Bonnie, “Just so you know the apartment is 60 degrees.”  She asks if she can come up and look at the radiator and I agree.  Guess who storms up behind her?  Clyde.

He immediately raises his voice saying that the heat is on and that we need to stop complaining, that’s all they can do.  After a couple minutes of him yelling and me asking him to keep it down since hubs is still sleeping I ask him to leave.  I tell them I only invited Bonnie up and am not comfortable with Clyde in my apartment.  He storms out.  I will not allow someone to come into my apartment and try to intimidate me. 

Twenty minutes later I have the landlords agreeing to install a second radiator.  It might have taken a lot of fighting on our part and a $2 thermometer, but at least we know this is the end of our cold winters.  Since we have a two year lease we figured that addressing this problem now will make next winter a bit better.

At least we can hope.

Proof of Ghost

These photos were taken in 2008, just two weeks before the hubs and I left this apartment (only to return two years later).  The landlord never mentioned coming into our apartment, yet I came home one day to find this:

The dish rack had been moved from the counter into the sink, the box with our champagne flutes had been taken off of the top of the cabinets and was on the countertop.  The utensil holder had been moved from next to the oven to next to the window.

Trash cans re-arranged, mouse trap moved into access where Brady (a puppy at the time) would be able to access.

And yet the weirdest of them all: a refrigerator magnet that held papers was no longer on the outside of the refrigerator, but now on the inside.

Strange?  I’d say so.

The Landlord Situation: Update

Earlier in the week I was talking with a couple of friends who were curious to whatever happened with The Landlord Situation.  Well, nothing really.  It’s been incredibly awkward everytime we see them, and we make small talk and then hurry away into our apartments.

The first time I saw Clyde after the situation occured he was sitting on the front porch, as per the use.  He got up like he was on fire, ran down the front porch stairs and ran to the other end of the garden area in front of the house almost to hide in the corner.  Not being able to take social cues I say, “Morning Clyde!  How’s everything going?”  I’m pretty sure he’s not my biggest fan.

Anyways, I’m telling all of this to my friends and I tell them about how some things in our apartment have been moved around while I was away.  Things that were out of reach of the dog and he couldn’t possibly move anyways.  And how this happened when we lived here years ago, except on an even greater scale.  I once came home from work to find pictures and magnets from the refrigerator gone from the outside and resting inside of the refrigerator.

That’s when my friend Jacob suggests that we have a ghost.  After googling the address I can’t find any history of ghosts, but you just never can tell.

Attack of the Killer Landlords

Well, I may have gotten myself into a bit of a pickle.  When the hubs and I lived in this apartment two years ago we had painted the bedroom, and before we moved out offered to paint it back.  But our landlords (we’ll refer to them as Bonnie and Clyde) told us no need, they liked the color and we should leave it.

Before we moved back we stopped at Home Depot and bought all of the supplies to paint the bedroom grey, like our room in Maryland had been.  Then as the hubs is moving boxes into the apartment Clyde tells him the rules have changed, and just an FYI: no painting. 

The hubs didn’t feel it was the time to ask him to be flexible on that one, since he was paying workers by the hour and carrying heavy boxes himself.

Fast forward to yesterday.  I decided I would ask Bonnie and Clyde to reconsider their position on painting and surprise the hubs and paint our bedroom.  As I’m taking Brady on our morning walk I run into Clyde who is outside and ask if he and Bonnie would reconsider letting us paint.  He cuts me off and just says, “NO.”  So I say, “Well I just really wish you would have told us before we moved, so we didn’t have to waste money buying all the paint supplies.  Additionally, I also wish that you hadn’t painted the walls GLOSSY.  As two artists it really just rubs us the wrong way.  Would you consider letting us paint it matte white?”


So I said, “Alright, thanks” and Brady and I went on our walk.

Forty five minutes later Brady and I are back and Bonnie is on the front porch sweeping.  I’m all smiles, “Good morning Bonnie.”

She says, “Joan, Clyde said you asked about painting.”  Finally, someone with sense.  They’ve talked and maybe decided we could paint?  Not so much.  She goes on to say, “Past tenants have gotten paint on the carpet and it’s really hard to paint over after you leave…” So I say, “I understand, I just wish you would have told us before we moved so we wouldn’t have wasted money on the supplies.”

“Well, I told Jonathan this when we did the walk through, before he signed the lease.”

“Um, we never had a walk through.  We signed the lease sight unseen and you told him as he was moving boxes into the apartment.”

“Oh, well whatever.”

So then she goes on to tell me if I want to break the lease that they will let me do that.  Over painting?  Who would break a lease because you can’t paint??  I JUST WISH I KNEW IN ADVANCE SO I DIDN’T WASTE THE MONEY.

I say, “Okay, well thank you.”  And go into my apartment.

Not ten seconds later Bonnie knocks on my door.  I answer and she blurts out, “You know Joan I think we are really good landlords.  We never even go into your apartment.”

That makes you a good landlord?

I cut her off and say, “Actually Bonnie, someone was in my apartment last week.”

She raises her voice and says, “THAT IS A LIE!”

“Okay, well I know for a fact I left something in front of the door at the bottom of the stairs, and when I got home it was at the top of the stairs and on the counter.  Considering Jon isn’t in the country and Brady doesn’t have opposable thumbs…”

Next thing I know she’s screaming, “CLYDE, JOAN SAYS YOU WENT IN HER APARTMENT!”  

Clyde comes over and just loses it.  He goes off about how I’m being a brat because I’m not getting my way, I’m lying about how someone came into my apartment and I can break the lease and move out.

So I say, “I’m sorry if you didn’t come into my apartment, but then we had an intruder.  I honestly did not mean to make a simple question of asking to paint turn into this HUGE ordeal.  I’ve said sorry multiple times, and you keep yelling at me.  I do not know how this simple question turned into this huge blow up.  Additionally, I dropped it the first time you said no.  You guys are the ones that brought it up and second AND a third time.”

Finally he stops yelling and I ask Bonnie if we can talk alone.  She closes the door and I just start bawling.  Am I supposed to feel awkward every time I go into my apartment?  I tell her the way Clyde talked to me is unacceptable and no one ever talks to me like that.

She says, “Joan, he wasn’t yelling.  That’s just how he talks.  Doesn’t Jonathan talk to you like that?”

I looked her straight in the eye and said, “He absolutely does not.  And if he ever dared to he’d be packing his bags.”

I think that threw her off a bit, because we constantly hear yelling coming from their apartment.  But I honestly can not think of a time where my husband raised his voice at me.  I guess we call that good coping skills.

We pretty much left it at that.  I left a couple of hours later for Maryland.  I was planning on going the next day for the long weekend, but decided it would be better if I just got out of there.  I hope they’re scared that I disappeared and won’t resurface for a good week and a half.

At least I got out of alternate street parking for one extra day.