I have a friend who lives in GL who has encountered numerous problems, including having a $400 check stolen from her mailbox. She now has a P.O. box. She, like us, did not know what she was getting herself into when she moved into this neighborhood. The following text exchange occurred this evening:
Friend: You know you live in ghetto lite when...
Friend: you catch yourself googling "what does meth smell like when it's being cooked?"
Me: lol
Me: And what does it smell like?
Friend:Well it can have many different smells because it can be made so many ways, apparently.
Friend: The unusual smell in my apartment when I got home was kind like a burnt rubber. But that wasn't identified online, so I think I'm good.
Me: I'm glad something else potentially bad is happening instead of meth cooking. Less chance you'll die in an explosion this way!
Friend: Yes. Explosion would be just THE WORST.
Proof that you just never know what you'll learn in GL.
Ghetto-Lite
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Notes, Notes, Notes
I've noticed quite a few awesome notes around here lately that I thought I should share.
I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse of the notes in my life!
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Also placed in the laundry room by NOLD. |
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These words: "John Deer Babe Bacon Lover Sizzle Baby Sizzle" are written on the window of a car in the parking lot outside our apartment building. |
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This in on a door at the local Meijer. I love how it looks like a second grader wrote it. |
Friday, December 21, 2012
Views out of our Windows
None of these are super recent, and none of these are particularly unusual.
I'm not sure what was wrong with this guy, but whatever problem he had caused two police cars, two ambulances, and a fire truck to come to our little corner. |
The first vehicle that responded to his situation. |
Gina digging through the dumpster. |
Some sweet dumpster finds. |
Starting to carry the stuff but walking in the wrong direction...? |
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Gardening in GL
A few months ago Brad the maintenance man replaced our shower and did a generally shitty job. Almost immediately one corner on the outside kept continually getting moldy even though we were doing our very best to keep it dry. One day I noticed the above--a small plant was growing out of the corner of the bathtub inside of our bathroom. Disgusting, right? I texted Brad the same picture that is above, and he was actually extremely responsive. He came the next business day and sealed things a little better. Thus far, we have not had a reemergence of the bean.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Merry Christmas from NOLD
I had just gotten home from work (like, literally just walked through the door) when there was a knock on the door. Typically we try to ignore these because they typically bring something unpleasant, but I felt sure that whoever it was knew that I had just gotten home. Thus, I answered it. It was NOLD. She was bringing by Christmas presents for her "Sweety-Girls" (yep, that's Lizzy and me) since she knew we'd be traveling for Christmas break (you know, since we are the "College Girls"). She was very nice, and the gift bag had two identical mugs with attached mints, and each mug was labelled ("Elizabeth" and "Jessica").
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Brief Gina update
I got the following text from Lizzy today when she was home studying for an exam, and I was at work: "Gina called the cops again. Said someone 'tore up' the back of her apt & then took off. Shes been knocking on everyones doors & screaming @ our window."
My response: "Omg. She needs a hospital."
Lizzy: "She is a nut. Cops left. Shes been pacing the apt bldg & keeps asking 2 talk 2 bad moms mom."
I haven't observed anything interesting or out of the ordinary since I've been home, which is a very good thing.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Oh Gina
When Lizzy got home around 8 tonight, the police were outside of our apartment building, but she didn't know why. Then, around 9:45 there was some serious banging on the outside front door of the apartment. Lizzy thought it might be the cops again, so I looked out the window. I saw a man get into a white SUV that was parked in the middle of the road. I was narrating his actions for Lizzy when he saw me looking out of the window. He started waving his arms and shouting at me, "HELP! HELP ME!" My method of helping a random man who is parked in the middle of the road involves calling the police. I explained to the 911 operator that a man was parked literally in the middle of the road shouting "HELP!" and a cop car came a few minutes later. When the cop got out of his car, the man started driving away. The cop turned on his lights and called for backup. They approached the man, and it turns out that he was Crackhead Gina's pastor, and he was trying to return some items to her. The first cop then said that he was just here with Gina, who was having a "medical issue." He then called the police station to see "if there was anyway" that they could get into our building. Around that time, someone else (probably NOLD) let them in the building. The cops pounded and pounded on Gina's door before discovering that it was unlocked. They went in and woke her up. They left her items just inside her door and told her to go back to sleep. The cops apologized to the pastor for the misunderstanding, and they all laughed like old buddies.
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