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.
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Squeaky wheel gets the oil
Yeah, too bad the first thing they did was destroy the driveway we parked in since we were the ones that complained! Oh well, at least that crap is getting out of there!
So with the park going in next door, will all your neighbors amke you be responsible for monitoring all their kids when they play there? *eyes rolling*
Sheri, I forgot to tell you, one of my neigbors (you can guess which one) called to ask me to send her daughter home one evening. You know, her daughter that was NOT playing at my house. She was actually irritated at me that I didn't know where her kid was, even though we had not invited the kid over or even been home that day!
Tricia...I AM FREAKIN' FUMING!!!!!!! I am so angry and DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR HER. This is absolutely dispicable....my heart is racing and steam is coming out of my ears. Give Emi and Jill big hugs and kisses and let them know how PERFECT they are and how awful others can be.
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