320 Timber Ridge

I have nothing else to blog about, so I might as well talk about our apartment again...

So, Ali and I have come to the conclusion that we should have our own television show. We haven't thought of any catchy names yet, but it would be about the hilarious things that happen to us in our apartment. Seriously. We encounter the most ridiculous situations here. But in a good way. Generally, they're extremely funny. I'll ramble off a few to you, but they are kinda "you had to be there" moments. So, if you're not falling out of your seat laughing it's okay. But take my word, if you were watching these events in person, you'd be crying from laughing so hard.

1. So, our first night in our apartment Ali and I are sitting in the living room watching tv. Then, out of nowhere, one of those bugs with 598374 legs comes crawling across the floor! Actually, sprinting is probably a more appropriate word. This thing was lightening fast. It should of had music playing along with it. We are both standing on top of the kitchen table screaming. Ali bravely throws a shoe at it and has impeccable aim, which is surprising since this thing was bolting around so fast. It appeared to be dead because it didn't move from underneath the shoe. But, just to be safe, we kept it there for a few hours before we removed the shoe (with a broom. I didn't want to get too close.) It was dead! SUCCESS!

2. Ali fixes toilets like it's her job. Seriously people. This woman has a way with plumbing. Within our first week, her toilet had a few malfunctions. Every time I walked in there she was taking it apart and messing with things behind the toilet that connected to the wall. It literally blew my mind. Well, she figured out what the problem was and fixed it permanently. All was well. Until somebody who shall remained nameless, clogged it last night. And we do not yet own a plunger. Ha, hilarious. But I took a peak in there this morning and it was fixed. SUCCESS!

3. I bought a really cute, but really massive, wall clock for our living room. I figured, hey, it can't be too hard to hang up, right? Oh, was I wrong. Ali and I spent an hour trying to put this thing up. In the process, we put a giant hole in the wall. Oops, good thing the clock is so big that it covers it. Moral of the story: girls should not use hammers and nails. Where was a boy when we needed one? But, finally, after must frustration, mishaps and laughter, it is now hanging beautifully on our wall. SUCCESS!

4. Apparently, we have a problem of buying things from the grocery store that we will not consume in a timely manner. Over the span of 3-4 weeks, we've already found in our fridge/pantry: green bread, moldy strawberries, withered and rotten grapes, spoiled milk, and nasty waaaay too old hamburger helper. However, one thing that will never go bad in our house: Arnold Palmer. We drink it like there's no tomorrow. We'll call that a SUCCESS!

5. Our dishwasher smells awful. We seriously can't figure it out. It's a dishwasher, it cleans things... why does it smell like feet meets barf meets diarrhea?  I wish I could somehow insert a smell here. You know, like you insert a video. This stench will nauseate you. It's actually kinda funny. It's a brand new dishwasher. Like, stainless steel, energy saving, the whole nine yards. But it just reeks. We're contemplating sticking one of the car air fresheners in there. It might work. Not a success...

I love living here. Having my own place has really given me an interest in DIY projects. I spend hours reading DIY blogs, they're great. And now that I spend approximately 40 hours a week at NKU (with classes and work and such) it's great being only 3 minutes away. Seriously, we live so close. It's awesome. Sorry to bore you with such a long post that you probably didn't think was very funny. Whenever I complete another fun little DIY project or something remotely exciting happens in my life, I'll be sure to just blog it.