We used to live next door to a burned down house. Now we live next door to a half torn up slab and a pile of rubble. The burned down house didn't bother me near as much as the crap we have now. Our HOA demanded the home be torn down. Great. Except they got about half way through the project and abandoned it back in October. For months a Bobcat sat on the property, and there is one large pile of concrete dangerously close to our yard. The pile stands a good five feet tall, and now random things are collecting on top. Yup. It is becoming the neighborhood dump pile. So finally, I started bitching to our HOA. I took pictures of the massive holes they left, the pile of rubble, the damage they caused to the grass, and the trash that has blown into our yard. I bitched about the crap that flew into our window (causing no damage, but needed for dramatic affect y'all), the glass that Jill cut her foot on, and the concrete chunks the dogs bring in the house. And for once, I actually tried being polite.
Wouldn't you know it, I received a phone call and emails promising that it would be taken care of. Low and behold, the construction company showed back up this morning. Except? Yeah. I am pretty sure they know it was me that bitched about their lack of follow through. And my Spanish may not be great, but I am pretty sure those were not pretty words coming out of their mouths when I walked outside. The good news is I have been promised that we will have a pretty little park area next door to use by the end of the month.
I'll believe it when I see it.
Oh...and a new post should be up here later today.