August 01, 2006

Pop Quiz

fridge.jpg

What is this object?

    A.) A refrigerator
    B.) A cheaply made piece of crap
    C.) A large paperweight
    D.) A hole in which money will get sucked in and disappear
    E.) B, C, and D.

If you guessed E, you're right! Give yourself a round of applause. Okay so actually I really like this fridge, but it is indeed broken in a big way despite only being 4 years old. Good thing the lady that used to live here left us a filthy-crumb-and-unidentifiable-gooey-substance-laden "beer fridge" in the garage. See let me back track my friends to us buying this house. We thought the lady would take the unappealing fridge in the garage with her to whatever soon-to-be-filthy home she moved into. Much to our surprise the refrigerator was here at closing. When we met the former owner at closing she told us that she had left it for us to use as a beer fridge. My first thought was "what did the beer do to deserve living in that fridge?"

But back to the current situation. Our refrigerator broke so we had to move food into the disgusting "beer fridge" in the garage. Needless to say, I cleaned the beer fridge. One bucket of soapy hot water, a little gagging, and some tears later, we moved the food to the beer fridge, where it will live until the other part comes in so our repair man can fix it.

This is just one piece of the mounting evidence that we have that helps us prove that the former owner of our house was a big dirtbag. The evidence so far:

  • Carpet wet with dog pee (from the 3 dogs she owned) when we moved in - had to be ripped out

  • Every wall needs to be painted to cover up the dingy brown color they are now

  • We found 7 bouncy balls in the english ivy that we removed from the side of the house

  • Every set of curtains I threw out in the house was yellow - though they were originally white

  • When I wiped down the walls in the house, the water ran down in greyish streaks

  • It's easier to replace four of the windows in our home than clean them

  • There was at least 10 years of old leaves built up and composting under our deck and in every flower bed

Oh the list goes on and on. My Catholic guilt makes me have to state that I'm sure she was a nice lady, but I just can't get over her dirtbag ways.

But to end on a happy note I call this photo "Mr. Lug does dishes with mask on."

Posted by jen at August 1, 2006 07:25 PM

Comments

Dude. What a pain! Beer fridge, my ass. Although I guess it worked out in the end that she left it.

Hope you get it worked out soon! That Mr. Lug picture makes me giggle.

Posted by: Carrie at August 2, 2006 08:56 AM

You never realize what squalour you live in yourself until you move out of your home, but I've never left behind the same calibre of filth I've found in new places. Having always mopped my way out the door of an old flat and then had to mop my way in the door of the new one because the previous tenants didn't clean up after themselves, I've begun to wonder if I was the only renter in this province who ever cleaned a place behind myself.

I would have thought that owners wouldn't be as bad as renters, but the house we bought was just as disgusting as yours. This lady was a single mom with five teenagers. One bedroom had wads of gum on the walls and floor and the stubby end of a joint stuck down on a shelf. The attic was full of garbage (including crusty white sport socks). I have a huge collection of marbles we've dug up in the back yard and they left the swimming pool full of chips and chocolate wrappers. Ugh. Oh, and I recently looked under the jacuzzi tub (that doesn't work) and found three pink razors and a bar of soap. What's wrong with people?

Posted by: jodi at August 2, 2006 09:26 AM

Drat!

If it's any consolation, our concrete basement will forever smell like cat urine, the previous owners painted only part of the foundation, leaving large chunks a different color, what they did paint they didn't limit to the concrete, managing to splash portions on the siding, installed new bathroom tile CROOKED and painted door knobs.

Ugh. Enough said.

Posted by: Ragged Around The Edges at August 2, 2006 10:17 AM

Awwwwwwww the joys of homeownership!
Why was Mr/ lug wearing a mask?
1) he was cleaning out the beer fridge before doing the dishes?
2) His daytime requires a dust mask?
3) He has typhoid from cleaning out the beer fridge?

You know a funny book about homeownership might sell!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Posted by: Betsy at August 2, 2006 11:27 AM

people are just pigs...they really are.I would like to be positive and see the good in people but really they are gross...
I remember the pit we were left with when we moved into our first house.So odd since it looked so clean when we toured it.

Posted by: Stacy at August 2, 2006 01:24 PM

So weird...I mentioned the all-consumimg force that is Catholic guilt in a post today too.

Sorry you are having to clean up a mess that some disguting person made. I'm a clean freak, and am getting kinda itchy-scratchy thinking about the mystery goo in the berr fridge. YUCKY. Y'all get some Lysol and hand sanitizer, stat.

Posted by: Sarah at August 2, 2006 02:09 PM

Some people really know how to put the 'ho' in homeowner...just sorry the seemed to be in possession of your house before you.

My first big appliance purchase when I bought my new house was a fridge, my brother and I thought we could get it to my house ourselves and promptly broke the handle off while shoving it through the kitchen door.
And then somehow I lost the broken off piece.
Let that be a warning to ya.

Posted by: Anne Marie at August 3, 2006 12:57 PM

I just bought a place that is in about that kind of shape. Everything needs to be replaced and done to it. An older gentleman was living there and he passed away so his daughters sold it. Luckily I was able to purchase it for a good price, but I still have so much work to do it's daunting. So far I've painted a room . . .

Posted by: Jessica at August 8, 2006 05:49 PM

Oh man! People can be so gross.

I am thanking my lucky stars that our place was empty when we moved in...

Posted by: frecklegirl jess at August 8, 2006 10:08 PM

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