Well first off it's no big announcement that I have here.
The Trolls are still firmly planted in their lair downstairs. Assholes!
Mr. Landlord just called me to let me know that he checked in with them (remember...they are no longer paying rent so he is pretty invested in Operation Trollectomy). Apparently they are looking "very hard" for anew place. But why? Again, they are curreently living RENT FREE. I can see this dragging on for MONTHS.
Anyway, he's promised to keep me posted.
In other news, I had Weigh-In #2 on Sunday. Down 1.5 pounds making it a total of 4.
Not bad because although I was really good all week, Saturday I had a bit of a relapse what with the bottle of wine and slab of chocolate mousse cake and all.
I'm feeling good - my clothes are starting to feel better again so that's reward enough to keep me going right now.
Showing posts with label Eviction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eviction. Show all posts
April 2, 2012
March 28, 2012
Troll Poll
Well the end of March is fast approaching and with it is supposed to bring the departure of the Trolls....
So the question is:
Will they actually move out for April 1st?
Not sure yet but I'm really hoping they get the ____ out of the house.
Oh, and I would really appreciate the $250 owed to us in utilities.
So the question is:
Will they actually move out for April 1st?
Not sure yet but I'm really hoping they get the ____ out of the house.
Oh, and I would really appreciate the $250 owed to us in utilities.
March 12, 2012
Progress?
I'm cautiously optimistic today. I know I will not be holding my breath but I think that we are finally moving in the right direction on the Toll Front.
Mr. Landlord called to ask if he could stop in for a visit last week. Admittedly, I was a little worried at first. I thought: Oh Damn....he's going to evict US now because he's so damn tired of my phone calls. Now I know that doesn't make logical sense but I am a woman and a mom and I worry about things that I shouldn't whatever.
So he came over Friday evening. Here's the skinny.
The Trolls have refused to sign the "N-11" form declaring that they will be voluntarily out of the house on a specified date. Now there's a shocker.
Mr. Landlord have asked them to be out by the end of their lease (April). As incentive he's giving them March (this month) to them rent-free....to use as a deposit for a new place.
After chatting for awhile I figured it was perfect timing to ask for a couple of things :)
1) Central Air
2) A dishwasher
Neither of which I can survive without for much longer. We nearly died last summer during the heat wave. It was BRUTAL. I actually slept for a whole week with ICE PACKS. I'm not joking. As for the dishwasher? I'm sick of washing dishes. All.The.Time. I'm not a princess....I just don't have time to waste on crap like that.
To my surprise - he actually AGREED!
So he's investigating options now and will get back to us.
Super Husband thinks I'm a crazy lady for asking but my opinion is that it's better to ask and get a no than not ask and wonder if you could have gotten a yes.
Really hoping Dirt Bag Trolls move out for April.........
Mr. Landlord called to ask if he could stop in for a visit last week. Admittedly, I was a little worried at first. I thought: Oh Damn....he's going to evict US now because he's so damn tired of my phone calls. Now I know that doesn't make logical sense but I am a woman and a mom and I worry about things that I shouldn't whatever.
So he came over Friday evening. Here's the skinny.
The Trolls have refused to sign the "N-11" form declaring that they will be voluntarily out of the house on a specified date. Now there's a shocker.
Mr. Landlord have asked them to be out by the end of their lease (April). As incentive he's giving them March (this month) to them rent-free....to use as a deposit for a new place.
After chatting for awhile I figured it was perfect timing to ask for a couple of things :)
1) Central Air
2) A dishwasher
Neither of which I can survive without for much longer. We nearly died last summer during the heat wave. It was BRUTAL. I actually slept for a whole week with ICE PACKS. I'm not joking. As for the dishwasher? I'm sick of washing dishes. All.The.Time. I'm not a princess....I just don't have time to waste on crap like that.
To my surprise - he actually AGREED!
So he's investigating options now and will get back to us.
Super Husband thinks I'm a crazy lady for asking but my opinion is that it's better to ask and get a no than not ask and wonder if you could have gotten a yes.
Really hoping Dirt Bag Trolls move out for April.........
February 10, 2012
Go!
Landlord called me this afternoon to provide an update on The Trolls.
After meeting with his lawyer, Landlord has decided that he will ask Mr. Troll to sign an "N11" form which is a form stating that he agrees to evacuate the premises by a certain date.
If he doesn't cooperate, he will start a formal "eviction".
I really, REALLY hope the jerk ships out. Super Husband and I have spent countless hours on the internet searching for alternative housing options and everything is a compromize. At the end of the day moving will cost us a lot of time and money which we do not have right now. We will if we have to but at this point we are hoping that The Trolls will leave and that Landlord has learned a valuable lesson: SCREEN YOUR TENANTS!
After meeting with his lawyer, Landlord has decided that he will ask Mr. Troll to sign an "N11" form which is a form stating that he agrees to evacuate the premises by a certain date.
If he doesn't cooperate, he will start a formal "eviction".
I really, REALLY hope the jerk ships out. Super Husband and I have spent countless hours on the internet searching for alternative housing options and everything is a compromize. At the end of the day moving will cost us a lot of time and money which we do not have right now. We will if we have to but at this point we are hoping that The Trolls will leave and that Landlord has learned a valuable lesson: SCREEN YOUR TENANTS!
February 1, 2012
More Troll Adventures
Before falling asleep last night, I was laying in bed and it occured to me that I haven't posted an update in awhile. My last thoughts before falling asleep were that I would need to think of something to say that wouldn't be too boring.
Well wouldn't you know it. Be careful what you wish for....I was awaken at 2:45am to frantic pounding on the door. Not OUR door, but rather the door to The Trolls' apartment downstairs which is at the back of the house along with our bedroom and Little Man's Bedroom. So I woke up and listened to the thumping for a bit and figured it must be Mr. Troll coming home from his night shift and found himself locked out. Seems like a logical explanation. Except it.didn't.stop. After listining to the incessant pounding for 20 minutes or so it suddenly got even more frantic. As in no longer knocking but full on kicking. It was at this point that Super Husband was finally roused. He jumped up and started to investigate. Exhausted, I put my ear plugs back in (yes, I loooooove my ear plugs) and settled in to try to go back to sleep.
Within 10 minutes of my feeble sleep attempt, Super Husband was in my face trying to tell me something. After ripping out my ear plugs I realized what he was saying: The police are here.
What the fuck?
So now I'm shaking with I don't know what. Fear? Anger? Combination of both?
We peer out the window to see our house is surrounded. Two cop cars at the side of the house (where the Troll's live) and one blocking our driveway at the front. Cops were everywhere. Super Husband told me that he was watching before they arrived and it looked like it was the Troll Daughter's hoodlum boyfriend that we often see skulking around. He was pounding on the door and then walking through the back yard, through the gate and then pounding on the Troll Daughter's window. Stalk Much?
So now there's like 5 cops milling around with flashlights peering in our windows and going up and down our driveway seeming like they were looking for something. I wanted to go out and demand an explanation but frankly don't want to be involved so we stayed inside.
The cops were STILL there questioning and investigating when we fell back asleep at 4:30am.
We are now thinking there's drug involvement but have no way of knowing.
So all this happens and of course these idiots were told to move out by our landlord before Christmas which they have shown no inclination of doing. We are done with this. I know.....I've said this before but seriously....now we're REALLY done.
I'm calling our Landlord this morning to fill him in on the adventures and telling him he needs to let us out of the lease and refund February's Rent. We are outties.
So, so tired.
Well wouldn't you know it. Be careful what you wish for....I was awaken at 2:45am to frantic pounding on the door. Not OUR door, but rather the door to The Trolls' apartment downstairs which is at the back of the house along with our bedroom and Little Man's Bedroom. So I woke up and listened to the thumping for a bit and figured it must be Mr. Troll coming home from his night shift and found himself locked out. Seems like a logical explanation. Except it.didn't.stop. After listining to the incessant pounding for 20 minutes or so it suddenly got even more frantic. As in no longer knocking but full on kicking. It was at this point that Super Husband was finally roused. He jumped up and started to investigate. Exhausted, I put my ear plugs back in (yes, I loooooove my ear plugs) and settled in to try to go back to sleep.
Within 10 minutes of my feeble sleep attempt, Super Husband was in my face trying to tell me something. After ripping out my ear plugs I realized what he was saying: The police are here.
What the fuck?
So now I'm shaking with I don't know what. Fear? Anger? Combination of both?
We peer out the window to see our house is surrounded. Two cop cars at the side of the house (where the Troll's live) and one blocking our driveway at the front. Cops were everywhere. Super Husband told me that he was watching before they arrived and it looked like it was the Troll Daughter's hoodlum boyfriend that we often see skulking around. He was pounding on the door and then walking through the back yard, through the gate and then pounding on the Troll Daughter's window. Stalk Much?
So now there's like 5 cops milling around with flashlights peering in our windows and going up and down our driveway seeming like they were looking for something. I wanted to go out and demand an explanation but frankly don't want to be involved so we stayed inside.
The cops were STILL there questioning and investigating when we fell back asleep at 4:30am.
We are now thinking there's drug involvement but have no way of knowing.
So all this happens and of course these idiots were told to move out by our landlord before Christmas which they have shown no inclination of doing. We are done with this. I know.....I've said this before but seriously....now we're REALLY done.
I'm calling our Landlord this morning to fill him in on the adventures and telling him he needs to let us out of the lease and refund February's Rent. We are outties.
So, so tired.
December 22, 2011
A Real Update Update
Well it's been an interesting couple of days.
We were supposed to have heard back from our landlord Tuesday on how his "discussion" with the Trolls went. By 8pm we still hadn't heard from him and suddenly music started blaring from the basement. We have NEVER complained about noise. We have made a point to be extremely tolerant as we know our household is not always quiet with two little guys running around (mind you, we limit this potential noisiness to a couple hours a day between arriving home from work and bedtime at 8pm). Anyway, the music started and then we could hear they had a group of people over. It was clear that there was drinking involved. As the evening progressed, it got louder and louder. Thankfully the boys are sound sleepers. I have NO idea how they stayed asleep.
After gritting my teeth for several hours, I went to bed with earplugs in at 11:30. Super Husband stayed up. At 1:30am they all piled into their bathroom (directly under our bed) and started smoking. Aside from the smoke that wafted up we knew this because they had a LOUD discussion about smoking and how they "didn't fucking care" about the fire hazard or health issues. The music finally subsided after 2am.
Super Husband was beyond furious. He announced the next morning that he was calling the landlord directly and to start searching for a new place to live.
So on my scheduled day off I searched for rentals and made an appointment to see a house at 6pm.
Super husband called me to report at lunch that he spoke with the landlord and that he had apparently spoken to them the day before. Super Husband gave him the update on the party/actions from the night before and he indicated that he was going to tell them to leave.
Well it's about time.
Because we are not ones to go with out a backup plan, we kept the appointment to see the new place.
I really wish we hadn't.
The damn thing was AWESOME. It would be perfect for us. I will not torture myself to recount all the details but it really was a great house. In fact, we loved it so much we were ready to tell our current landlord to refund our deposit and December's rent and we would be out by January 1st.
Would you believe that when Super Husband called landlord to give the update he was actually pulling into our driveway to evict the Trolls?
We were stuck in an impossible position. We were FINALLY getting what we wanted after months of complaining and begging for help at the exact time we found the perfect solution.
So there we were. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
In the two minutes we had to call the shots we told landlord to proceed with the eviction. We felt that we owed him to stay and commit to seeing our lease through if he was finally kicking the Trolls to the curb.
So the Trolls have apparently agreed to vacate as soon as they find a place. They have been instructed to look as soon as Christmas is over and be out ASAP.
The whole thing is bittersweet. I'm THRILLED to have an end in sight (though I will believe it when I see them leave) but at the same time I am really sad about losing out on the new place.
Jeesh...am I EVER happy? (I can hear Super Husband saying this even if it is just inside his own head). In reality...he's secretly bummed too.
We were supposed to have heard back from our landlord Tuesday on how his "discussion" with the Trolls went. By 8pm we still hadn't heard from him and suddenly music started blaring from the basement. We have NEVER complained about noise. We have made a point to be extremely tolerant as we know our household is not always quiet with two little guys running around (mind you, we limit this potential noisiness to a couple hours a day between arriving home from work and bedtime at 8pm). Anyway, the music started and then we could hear they had a group of people over. It was clear that there was drinking involved. As the evening progressed, it got louder and louder. Thankfully the boys are sound sleepers. I have NO idea how they stayed asleep.
After gritting my teeth for several hours, I went to bed with earplugs in at 11:30. Super Husband stayed up. At 1:30am they all piled into their bathroom (directly under our bed) and started smoking. Aside from the smoke that wafted up we knew this because they had a LOUD discussion about smoking and how they "didn't fucking care" about the fire hazard or health issues. The music finally subsided after 2am.
Super Husband was beyond furious. He announced the next morning that he was calling the landlord directly and to start searching for a new place to live.
So on my scheduled day off I searched for rentals and made an appointment to see a house at 6pm.
Super husband called me to report at lunch that he spoke with the landlord and that he had apparently spoken to them the day before. Super Husband gave him the update on the party/actions from the night before and he indicated that he was going to tell them to leave.
Well it's about time.
Because we are not ones to go with out a backup plan, we kept the appointment to see the new place.
I really wish we hadn't.
The damn thing was AWESOME. It would be perfect for us. I will not torture myself to recount all the details but it really was a great house. In fact, we loved it so much we were ready to tell our current landlord to refund our deposit and December's rent and we would be out by January 1st.
Would you believe that when Super Husband called landlord to give the update he was actually pulling into our driveway to evict the Trolls?
We were stuck in an impossible position. We were FINALLY getting what we wanted after months of complaining and begging for help at the exact time we found the perfect solution.
So there we were. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
In the two minutes we had to call the shots we told landlord to proceed with the eviction. We felt that we owed him to stay and commit to seeing our lease through if he was finally kicking the Trolls to the curb.
So the Trolls have apparently agreed to vacate as soon as they find a place. They have been instructed to look as soon as Christmas is over and be out ASAP.
The whole thing is bittersweet. I'm THRILLED to have an end in sight (though I will believe it when I see them leave) but at the same time I am really sad about losing out on the new place.
Jeesh...am I EVER happy? (I can hear Super Husband saying this even if it is just inside his own head). In reality...he's secretly bummed too.
December 20, 2011
The Non-Update Update
Well so far I have nothing to report on the Troll situation.
Sunday we went out for the afternoon (to brave shopping the last weekend prior to Christmas) and came home to the place smelling once again like an ashtray. In yet another fit of anger I promptly called the Landlord. I demanded an update on the situation. The update is no update. He promised that he would be doing a face to face visit with Mr. Troll himself Tuesday. That would be today. He is supposed to get back to me afterwards.
So....what will this visit achieve? That's the question we are asking ourselves. I preume nothing. My intuition tells me that I will get a follow up call at some point to say that the Trolls claim they are not smoking anything in the apartment and to give them another chance. Essentially that's what has been happening every time we complain.
At this point, Super Husband and I will make a decision. Do we stick it out or do we go back to the Landlord and ask him to allow us to "break" our lease out of compassion?
The bottom line is something needs to change because the current situation is not working. We are not willing to subject our children to this health risk and plus....it's making us crazy. Being at home is a constant stressor. I feel so much better when I leave and can literally feel my blood pressure skyrocket when I get back.
Fingers crossed that a freaking Christmas Miracle happens today!
Sunday we went out for the afternoon (to brave shopping the last weekend prior to Christmas) and came home to the place smelling once again like an ashtray. In yet another fit of anger I promptly called the Landlord. I demanded an update on the situation. The update is no update. He promised that he would be doing a face to face visit with Mr. Troll himself Tuesday. That would be today. He is supposed to get back to me afterwards.
So....what will this visit achieve? That's the question we are asking ourselves. I preume nothing. My intuition tells me that I will get a follow up call at some point to say that the Trolls claim they are not smoking anything in the apartment and to give them another chance. Essentially that's what has been happening every time we complain.
At this point, Super Husband and I will make a decision. Do we stick it out or do we go back to the Landlord and ask him to allow us to "break" our lease out of compassion?
The bottom line is something needs to change because the current situation is not working. We are not willing to subject our children to this health risk and plus....it's making us crazy. Being at home is a constant stressor. I feel so much better when I leave and can literally feel my blood pressure skyrocket when I get back.
Fingers crossed that a freaking Christmas Miracle happens today!
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