Hopefully, there won't be too many 'continuations' about our moving, but lucky for you I have our first story!
Saturday, 10:15am- pick up keys from front office and begin unloading first trip.
Saturday, 10:30am- here sounds of rumbling (not my stomache-I'm constipated most of the time!lol)
Saturday, 11:00am- still unloading and somewhat happy that I will be settled-finally.
Saturday, 11:15am- I need to pee but there's no paper!
Saturday, 11:21am- locate some newspaper from the silverware box- not my first choice!
Saturday, 11:24am- Score!!!! I found some tissue from when I cried last year after listening to my 7 friends who told me to sell everything and move!
Saturday, 11:25am- done and flush! ahhhhh! But the upstairs noise continues. Loud and obnoxious!
Saturday, 11:30am- call the front office to report these little spawns from hell! Nice! An hour and a half in, I'm already calling the front office to complain! lol
Satuday, 12:00pm- head over to Gracie's to load more stuff. Gracie took the liberty to bring over a gourmet meal for us that consisted of hot dogs, chili, cheese, and RC drinks! Perfect! Soooo delish- when you have nothing else in your entire kitchen except cupcake sprinkles.
Saturday, 1:00pm- knock on the door- downstairs neighbor. Asks us to please try and keep the noise down. Keep in mind, she asked in such a way that was genuine and heartfelt and just too sweet. She said her Grandma was trying to nap. uh....she's like me! She takes her grandma in and takes care of her! Toooooo sweet! ( I didn't have the heart to tell her anything but "of course! We're terribly sorry. We are really good upstairs neighbors- promise! ) Mean while, Gracie's in the background chiming in with her two cents! "You're gonna hear noise whether you like it or not!" I have only my head peeking out of the door talking to Erica (that's her sweet name), while trying to kick Gracie and cover her mouth with my other hand! lol Gracie's a little rough around the edges, but means well! lol Anyway, degress:
Saturday, 2:00pm- TIRED OF THE BULLCRAP NOISE ABOVE US!
Saturday, 2:01pm- decide I'm gonna pull a 'Gracie' and head upstairs to tell them to quiet the hell down!
Saturday, 2:10pm- notice the time difference; 9 minutes. That's how long it took me to convince Gracie from going up there with me! She was ready to take some down with her Semi Automatic shotgun! "Listen, Gracie, I'm not trying to get killed day one! Nor, am I trying to get us evicted before I unpack my first box! You stay here and let me take care of this."
Saturday, 2:11pm- walk upstairs, ballsy, ready to kick some ass Gracie style (but with a touch of class), head held high, chest out and nose in the air. Prepared to tell them to kindly keep the running and wrestling to a minimum and after 5 knocks, this crazy looking dude peeks his head out of the door. Face to face, eyes meeting, my balls shrink, eyebrows up and I quickly realize I may not live to get back home 1 flight down! Shit! The little voice on my shoulder was telling me to tear into him, throw some punches, tell that a^#$ole how you really feel, while the other little voice was sitting on my shoulder, legs crossed, filing nails and telling me if I were smart, I would just say, "wrong apt, sorry to bother you". But somehow the first little voice overpowered me and spoke for me! Crap! I just did not say that! This dude, who resembled someone from the Taliban, looked at me like he was going to have me for his next dinner! Ohhhhohhh man, what have I done? I made my way safely down the flight of stairs, sweating profusely and feeling weak! As most of you know I don't do well with any sort of confrontations (I'm like the T-rex in Toy Story), but how could I feel this way? I have some Gracie in my blood! Why was I the wimp of the family? Not sure.
Saturday, 2:13pm- Notice the time again; 1 minute to speak, 10 seconds to say what I went up there to say and the other few seconds to blaze my way back to safety!
Needless, to say, that didn't help. Those little spawns from hell continued the running and jumping making my life and night a living hell. Now I needed Gracie! Or at least her ability to kick some weenie ass! But no, I was jello all night and apparently have been my entire life! So, woke up the next morning, lucky to be alive. I reported once more to the front office and this time the cops were called! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! It's always best to let the law enforcement take over situations that require fire arms! All I had to take was an unpacked butter knife or Gracie! I should've taken Gracie!
Last night was a little better and today has been great (but I've been at work all day). We'll see how tonight goes. Threat: They better keep those little twirps still because Dancing with the Stars is on tonight and I WILL call Gracie! I hear Cher is making an apprearance to support her son/daughter. I'm sooooo excited to see Cher! I love how she's like 100 years old and looks younger than me! She's gorgeous!
Well, I guess I'll keep y'all posted! Loving my downstairs neighbors and wanting to slap my upstairs talibanians! (is that even a word? lol)
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