So I guess I’m suppose to blog today, right? I have to because I am apart of NaBloPoMo so I have to. I have to. But what about?

My mom came to town to help me clean up the middle unit. After a shit storm my dad finally evicted Tenant girl and her boyfriend. They missed two months’ rent and got their electricity turned off for not paying that bill. Oh yea, and they were still keeping 5 pets instead of the 2 allowed. There’s only so much you can get by with and my dad was so over it, I’m surprised he didn’t do this sooner. Since they were evicted they didn’t clean anything, in fact, they left the house COMPLETELY in shambles. I might post the few pictures I had to take in case my dad decided to press charges. I really hope he does because how they treated this house? inexcusable. Even if we do take them to small claims court we are going to be out a lot of money. People.

Moving on: I didn’t go to my only class on Monday even though I really needed to because there was a paper due Wednesday. I also didn’t go to my CNA class. No reason, just didn’t. I’m lazy is my only excuse. Tuesday of course was election day so there were no classes but CNA class doesn’t stop for anything. And I was two hours late. I don’t have a schedule for this class but I told them I would be there at 7:30am. Hmm. They didn’t seem to mind tho. I left a little before 1pm to meet Neil and vote. Then it was off to the lake house. I told you that already. Then today classes resumed but I didn’t. I missed CNA class AGAIN and the class in which the paper was due I didn’t attend. Didn’t need to, you see, because the paper isn’t in fact due until the 10th. How did I miss that? Probably not going to class did the trick. Thankfully I have a friend that goes every time. Thanks Morgan! Tomorrow I promise to go to everything. I promise. Can you get that in writing?

Monday I skipped all three of my classes, Tuesday I skipped one of two of my classes, and today I skipped both of my classes. What’s wrong with me? I think I have senioritis and that’s really bad because I’m a 5th year senior with two more years to go! Something needs to change and it needs to change now.

You remember when I was having problems with my tenants? As of two days ago they are being evicted. My parents came into town Tuesday evening to watch Neil’s intermural football game and to take us to dinner at Matt B’s but the blowout happened as soon as they got here. I had called my parents the day before to inform them that I saw the excess animals the tenants were suppose to get rid of a month ago. Oh yea, AND the rent that was due October 5th? I still haven’t received it from them. They are to be completely moved out by November 4th. My dad is beyond fed up. You should have seen him. Livid I tell you. I won’t go into any detail because this could quickly turn into something involving the legal system and I don’t want to say anything that may come back and haunt us. Even though I know better, I hope we don’t have any more problems with them.

I talked to a friend on the phone this evening and although I’m really glad I did, I should have left a particular topic out. She and I were going to go in the nursing program together but she got in this fall and I got wait-listed. I anounced to you guys the other day that I was going to go ahead and graduate with my Bachelor’s and then hopefully get into an accelerated nursing program about an hour and a half south from here. I have been really excited about this and why wouldn’t I be? Instead of spending three full years in the nursing program and then finally graduating with my Bachelor’s I would be getting my Bachelor’s in less than one year and getting my RN a year after that. I’m shaving an entire year off. Amy, however, doesn’t it see it this way. She sees me doing this only to keep my marriage in good standing. She sees me having a really hard time due to the fast pace of the program. She thinks I need to think of myself and what she’s failing to realize is although I thought of Neil too, this is primarily all for me. I came up with this solution and I am really looking forward to it. Hell, if I happen to change my mind at least I will have my Bachelor’s in Science and that’s something you can actually do something with. I hope she flunks out of nursing. Ok, not really but I needed to say something mean to make me feel better. And feel better, I do.

Neil is snoring beside me and sometimes it’s really annoying because it’s loud and I am a light sleeper. Not right now though. After I showered and got ready for bed I grabbed my laptop off the coffee table in the living room and brought it to bed with me. I figure if I’m going to stay up and blog I should do it in the comfort of my own bed where hopefully I will get at least a little sleepy. This way I will not be tempted to put in the first disc of the sixth season of Gilmore girls. I will not be tempted to continue work on my Novemeber layout because I didn’t bring my mouse to bed. And every graphics designer knows you can’t work without a mouse. Bringing a mouse to bed sounds dirty anyway.

I know this is coming from nowhere (besides me) but I have been typing this whole time without waking Neil and just two seconds ago I burped loudly lightly and he picked his head up, looked around, grunted and returned his pillow, eyes already closed again. We were made for eachother.

I’m getting a little pissed with our middle unit tenants. Not so much both of them. More so the girl because she is the only one I deal with. And before all of this I just thought my dad was a mean hard ass. I will start from the beginning but only elaborate on the recent events.

8/7: I get a call from someone wanting to see the apartment. They were waiting outside. I met and showed them the middle unit because they have dogs and that’s the one we put dogs in (and their people of course). They didn’t even need time to think it over. They wanted it. When I told them it was $25 extra a month per pet they tell me that’s fine, they can pay for their two. Ok, so two dogs.

8/9: After a very long night of cleaning the middle unit they move in this next morning. We are use to having 2 or so weeks in between signing of the lease and moving in. One day was all I had this time. I was thrilled tho because we should have had it rented like month ago! My parents came up that afternoon to do the signing of the lease and get the check (deposit, same amount as first month’s rent, and first month’s rent). She asks if she can post date it for when she’ll have gotten her financial aid money and my father agrees.

8/25: My father deposits the check because it was post dated for 8/19 (he wanted to give it a few days).

8/28: Tenant Girl (that will be her name) calls me crying. She hasn’t received her financial aid yet and because the money wasn’t in her account when my father deposited the check she is like $,$$$ in the hole and, what is she going to do?????? *sob sob* My father and I decide, well it’s not our fault but whatever and we tell her to wait and see if the check bounces or not.

The check did bounce and my dad said AS SOON as her financial aid comes in he wants the cash STAT! He is getting pissed and I’m all, well daddy it’s not really her fault that msu financial aid office is a douche and she can’t help it. I’m sticking up for Tenant Girl so my dad cools it for the time being.

Today!!! A knock on my door. I answer it and Tenant Girl is standing there holding her financial aid check in.her.hand. Woohoo, my brain says. She tells me she is going to go cash it right now and bring me the cash since daddy dearest is coming down tonight. For dinner. Because my parents love me, that’s why. I tell her, That’s great and I’ll be here all afternoon so she can bring it by. I get a call a little later. She’s at the bank and apparently dad sent the previous check through AGAIN and put her into the hole AGAIN and the bank won’t let her cash her financial aid check since she’s in the hole, and pretty much they want that money for themselves. I tell her I’ll call her right back, I needed to talk to my dad. I get a hold of my dad and no, he didn’t run the check through again but the bank must have. I call her back. Tell her everything my dad said and I can hear her telling the teller at the bank and then a long pause. She comes back and get this, says: The teller said why don’t I have my dad subtract what she had been charged for having no money when things were ran through from her rent amount that was already due. (Damn, I rhymed again). So pretty much: What my dad gets in cash tonight = rent she was suppose to give us when they moved in – charges from the bank because Tenant Girl is stupid. I straight forward tell her no my dad won’t fly with that. She gives up. She calls me a couple minutes later and everything is OK.

Now I didn’t even include in the schpeel above that they are paying (yea right) for only 2 pets but I just caught them with 3 dogs and 3 cats! I confronted her with it and she gave me some bull shit about needing to potty train her third dog. Oh and the cats? Yea well, she didn’t know we counted cats.