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Okay.. slike, here's the story...
I live in a Country Club community where we have a Homeowners Association for the entire Subdivision, and another for the double-gated "village" where my house is.
Translation: I answer to too many fucking "good ole boys" who have nothing better to do than drive around on their golf carts and criticize people's lawns and landscaping.
I received a note from the Village's HomeOwner's Association (I call them the HOAs -> read: whores) stating that I "need to give attention to my lawn and planters." Right? Don't I have a lawn service to do that? They told me I was found in non-compliance with the Village's deed restrictions shrug: WTF???) and that I had 14 days (WOW!!) to fix the problem I should already be aware of. Damn.
So, Noodle has a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and let's all of this marinate for awhile.
30 minutes later I write a strongly-worded letter to the HOA.
One hour later, an ugly light blue minivan drives slowly by my house 3 times.
5pm rolls around and I hit the planters. I pull weeds like there's nobody's bidness. I'm pulling left and right, with my bare hands, crying because I think I'm gonna get an F, yet I'm not in school, but still think my sweaty 10th grade Geometry teacher Mr Randolph is hanging over me. I pull until it gets dark. I am possessed. I am officially HO'ING.
I have been in my yard all weekend, people. I know this is petty.. and I don't consider myself petty - but I now I have a new found respect for all lawn maintenance people. It's really really hard work that they do out there.
So, yeah.. the Noodle is a HO who bitched at another HOA who then drove by in the pimp mobile 3 times. The Noodle was back on the block the next day HO'ING for 5 hours, and was only approached by 2 grown men and one lonely wife.
I live in a Country Club community where we have a Homeowners Association for the entire Subdivision, and another for the double-gated "village" where my house is.
Translation: I answer to too many fucking "good ole boys" who have nothing better to do than drive around on their golf carts and criticize people's lawns and landscaping.
I received a note from the Village's HomeOwner's Association (I call them the HOAs -> read: whores) stating that I "need to give attention to my lawn and planters." Right? Don't I have a lawn service to do that? They told me I was found in non-compliance with the Village's deed restrictions shrug: WTF???) and that I had 14 days (WOW!!) to fix the problem I should already be aware of. Damn.
So, Noodle has a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and let's all of this marinate for awhile.
30 minutes later I write a strongly-worded letter to the HOA.
One hour later, an ugly light blue minivan drives slowly by my house 3 times.
5pm rolls around and I hit the planters. I pull weeds like there's nobody's bidness. I'm pulling left and right, with my bare hands, crying because I think I'm gonna get an F, yet I'm not in school, but still think my sweaty 10th grade Geometry teacher Mr Randolph is hanging over me. I pull until it gets dark. I am possessed. I am officially HO'ING.
I have been in my yard all weekend, people. I know this is petty.. and I don't consider myself petty - but I now I have a new found respect for all lawn maintenance people. It's really really hard work that they do out there.
So, yeah.. the Noodle is a HO who bitched at another HOA who then drove by in the pimp mobile 3 times. The Noodle was back on the block the next day HO'ING for 5 hours, and was only approached by 2 grown men and one lonely wife.