Well the two semifinal FBS football games were good games to watch. Jennifer would have been happy with the outcomes. Hopefully the championship games is as interesting.
The Washington vs Texas game should not have been as dramatic as it was, but it got damn interesting very quickly due to a injury and then a special teams mistake. Special teams miscues made both games a lot more interesting. I bet both teams will be doing a fair bit of practice on that this week. I will be pulling for the Huskies and I believe Jennifer would have as well. Especially since Coach Kaki pants has been in trouble for most of the season.
Today, for whatever reason, I woke up reminiscing about our summer college internship with Marathon in Cody, WY. Specifically on our apartment that we rented and I have been ruminating all day about it. Overall we had a great internship (it was in Cody that we first got to know Dave and Barb Searle and also met Dale Malody for the first time) and it was a fun summer with one exception. That was our apartment that we rented.
We rented a 1 bedroom apartment in a duplex that was behind the Buckaroo Motel in Cody. It was within walking distance of the Cody office. This place was a dump, but it was fairly reasonable and convenient. So we rented it. We rented from this lady named Judy B Roundtree. I will remember that bitchs name until I go to my grave. Of course we had to put down a cleaning deposit as part of the rental agreement.
As I said this place was far from glamorous and we moved in with minimal stuff as we were only going to be there for a couple months. We had two lawn chairs, a couple of TV trays, a TV and a few other nessecities and our clothes.
This was in 1990 (pre-cell phone days) and as I have mentioned we did not have a lot of dough. So we could not afford to have a phone installed, so we used the Buckaroo's pay phone to communicate with the outside world. It was outside by the parking lot. So that was interesting and you kept communications short and sweet.
The kitchen in this joint was tiny and narrow. You could not open the refrigerator door the whole way. This appliance was part of the nightmare with this apartment. There was kind of a small porch area on the back of the kitchen so Jennifer and I decided we would move the refrigerator there and then we could have better access to the kitchen and you could open the door the whole way.
This refrigerator was a older model. The freezer was a drawer at the bottom and the refrigerator portion was on top. Anyway I go to start moving the refrigerator to its new location. I began to slide it and all of the sudden this gray and blood red gooey mess came flowing out of the bottom of the refrigerator and that was quickly followed by a god awful smell. Of course Jennifer almost up chucked on the spot and ran my ass over getting the hell out of there and and once she got clear started screeching at me. We thankfully had a couple of rolls of paper towel and I started soaking up this horrid gooey mess while trying not to puke myself. Well we needed some cleaning products to try and clean and clear the smell.
Jennifer jumped in the car and took off for the Pamida store ( for those not familiar with Pamida's they were like K-marts) that was not to far away to get cleaning products and more paper towels. I stayed at the apartment and continued to work on determining what was going on.
Well apparently the guy that rented the apartment before us was a amateur taxidermist and he would put his bloody mounts in the freezer until he could work on them. Well that blood had collected in the defrost tray under the freezer. It must have formed a skin on the top that must have kept the stink to a minimum. That is until I made the mistake of moving that refrigerator. When I slid it it jostled that tray and broke that skin and unleashed something that smelled like the South end of a North bound rhinoceros.
Jennifer showed back up shortly with a big jar of ammonia and couple of big rolls of paper towel. I got the defrost tray out and got it emptied and sanitized with the ammonia and we scrubbed the inside of the refrigerator and floor with that ammonia. We used the whole damn jug (it was like a gallon jug). Luckily we did not kill ourselves but that kitchen floor probably had never been that clean. I personally was proud that I never did puke during this event but it was damn close.
Anyway we told Ms. Roundtree about the issue and she laughed us off and that was when she mentioned the previous renter was a amateur taxidermist. So we knew we were probably going to have issues with this lady when we moved out. So we really cleaned the joint and it was way cleaner than when we moved in hoping for the best.
The occupant in the other apartment in the duplex was a older lady. She was not real friendly and she had a cat. Looking back maybe that ammonia was still smelling in the apartment (but I don't think so).
Anyway we reached the end of the summer and moved out and the bitch refused to give us our cleaning deposit. She claimed we had a unauthorized cat (the old bat's cat next door) and that we did not adequately clean the apartment. Well that really pissed us off and it still pisses me off to this day.
Over the years we could laugh about it and we would talk about it every once in a while and realize how far we had come from those old days. That event pretty much emptied our checking account and we actually almost totally emptied it a day or so later buying a big container of peanut butter and a loaf of bread. I think we maybe had $2 dollars left in it. We survived on that until we got our first paychecks then things started getting a lot better. We were even able to afford season tickets to the Cody Night Rodeo and get basic cable TV.
I have no earthly idea why that apartment popped into my head this morning, but it did, and like I said it has been on my mind all day. Hopefully writing about it will get it off my mind.
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