I Love my landlord!!!!!

Well...... not really. Have you ever come into contact with someone who, really, truely, doesn't know how to live life in a nice way. She is one of the most frugal people I have ever known (I say that lightly). I have learned how to deal with her, though. Like when she would come over when we first moved in and she would comment on my housekeeping skills - or my lack there of! I realized that she is a fearful person, who is penny wise and puond foolish. It took her 9 months to finally replace the kitchen floor. The wood had rotted out under the lenolium and there were sagging parts to the floor. It took her daughter (who is half owner) to come and see the house - she lives out of town - and we mentioned it to her and if we were to fall through the floor, well, that just wouldn't be good. Amazingly, she called 2 days later and asked why we didn't tell her sooner! (Just for the record, I had shown her the place several times and she just didn't have time to deal with it right now (her words) ) Another time was when the wall by the shower, of the only bathroom, was starting to give way from water that my children would splash and soak because I never watched them. She was talking to herself, with me right there, saying how she can't believe how families don't take care of things and are sloppy..... I asked her point blank if she was saying that I don't take care of my kids and our home. She just mummbled something.....

But I am grateful that she took a risk on us when we needed a home quickly. It has been such a blessing to be 6 houses from the elementary school and have the middle school right behind us. And man we have some beautiful grapes in our yard and not to mention and fabulous camilia tree in the front.


So.... I love my landlady and I am sooooo glad I am not her and she is not in my family!!!!! One day we will look back and laugh. Especially about the time the wall socket in the girls room was filling the house with smoke and we had to call the fire
department. It was so funny how she didn't care and didn't want to pay for an electrition to come to our house on a Sunday, which was New Years eve. Imagine that. That's ok, I had a friend who came and fixed it and gave her a nice bill. Thanks, Chris!