Ahhhhhhh. Mmmm. That is the sound of our satisfaction over our new apartment. Ahhhh. It’s amazing!
So incase you didn’t know the drama, the apartment that we first moved into after moving to Texas turned out to be horrible. The management screwed us over and the tenants were super ghetto. Although it looked like a (somewhat) nice complex, it’s the kind of place where once I got home from work, I would call Jesus and he would walk outside to watch me get out of the car and come inside safely. It wasn’t a great place for our pup, Texas, either since she is afraid of black people and it was mostly black people that lived there. No matter what the personality of the person was, if they were black she was cowering away. Poor dear. It’s so ghetto that someone actually stole our windshield wipers. Before a storm. Awesome people.
To make things worse, the location of our apartment was horrible. It was right next to the playground. After listening to how those little kids spoke to each other (always cussing, they knew more swear words then I do!), and how they acted towards each other (pushing each other down and shoving them up against fences), I have decided that if my kids act like that, I’m going to give them away. I will let someone else have them. Which is what I figure their biological parents did, because those parents sure as heck were never around. Jeez. They probably ran away from their kids. All the mean kids dominated the play ground while the nicely behaved kids stayed by their front door. I’m guessing the parents of the non-cussing children didn’t want them playing with the other meanies. Who could blame them?
Anyway, when our lease was almost completed we gave them our 60 day notice saying we’re blowing that joint. Later that week, we received a notice that since we had given them our notice, they could enter our apartment (whether we are there or not) for any reason. They gave the example that they may come in to show a future resident our floor plan. To which Jesus called them up, very angry, and in his he-man, gun-slinging, tough guy ways told them that if anyone dares to enter our apartment, which by law is our home until our lease is completed, they will be considered an illegal intruder and will be treated as such. He then went on to question them about what kind of B/S excuse was coming into our apartment to show the floor plan, when they have models. To show future residents. With the same floor plan. Yeah, obviously this complex was not very smart. So after many heated and frustrating conversations, we are finally out of that garbage hole, and on the bright side, we have learned some valuable lessons.
Onto our new apartment. Ahhh it’s just so...nice! It is in a completely different town, mostly white people, which is good for our racist dog. It also happens that many of the tenants here work for the airport (flight attendants, security, etc.), so they aren’t around much. Which means good parking, and it is extremely quite. We are literally right next to 3 parks, a wildlife trail, and some other great attractions. Right across is a dog park, which Texas loves. However, instead of playing with other dogs, she runs to the people and tries to get them to pet her. Jeez, you’d think she doesn’t get enough attention at home. She has also learned how to manipulate us into giving her Pupperonies. Whenever we open the door, she will race out, turn around, sit down, and just stare at us. If we call her in (even using our serious voice), she just wags her tail and continues sitting. Then we get her bag of Pupperonies, and BOOM! She race’s back inside. Our little manipulator. But, I have to admit, it is partly our fault too, because we are rewarding her bad behavior and by giving her more treats we are just reinforcing that behavior. But she’s just so darn cute. Why wouldn’t we want to give her a treat?!
Back to our great apartment, we have soo much more room!!!!! And we have 10 huge windows here, compared to our last apartment to where we had 4 windows, and 2 glass doors. Anyway, we don’t count those windows either way because we never had the blinds open. It was the kind of place where we always left them closed. Our new place? They are always open. I don’t turn on the lights until it’s night time. Love it!
We have met 2 of our neighbors so far and they are very kind. I never realized how much a neighbor can determine how much you love where you live. Good neighbors make an incredible difference. We are counting our blessings.
As for other news, work is going great. Jesus is getting even stronger from working in his warehouse all the time. I got promoted at work which is a huge plus. On the down side, I did run into a car. Yeah. Oops! No one was hurt, and I’m just so grateful that it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as it could’ve been. God sure is looking out for our little family.
I’m learning how to cook more and more every day. I can successfully make
1) pecan pie (after I realized you should use corn SYRUP not corn OIL), 2) mashed potatoes, 3) chicken, 4) easy chicken pot pie, 5) enchiladas, 6) enfrijoladas, 7) meat loaf, 8) pot roast 9) and much more. I just can’t remember everything off the top of my head.
Basically life is great. We love our new place, love each other and our doggie, love God, and love our family. Yeah, I’d definitely say life is great.
