A Neighborhood of CRACKHEADS!

AKA, where I live. I suppose it is truly me who is unhinged because I actually believe in common courtesy AND we actually read the HOA docs before we signed our savings away on our home. Some of you, dear readers, have heard my complaints about my hood on several occasions. So, it should come as no surprise that I would eventually post something on this blog. Since it is my bitch session and my therapist is on vacation until after next week, I better get it off my chest, lest I start driving my car into some of my neighbors' living rooms laughing hysterically and screaming wild epithets.

When we first looked at our home in September of 2005, we arrived on a Saturday morning. I thought to myself, "I am not so sure I want to live in a gated community". The liberal in me thought it very bourgeois to have to buzz people in through security gates and have super secret codes for entry. I loved the layout of the house and the neighborhood seems quiet and calm. We looked at the house again a few weeks later and things still appeared relatively normal. We put in an offer, Karl negotiated the heck out of it and we moved in the day after Thanksgiving 2005.

Since then, the bubble of peaceful, quiet, well-kept and serene has burst! We now have to deal with dogs that bark incessantly, jackasses who think the street is their own personal used car lot, parents who allow their children to run amok and draw pictures of male genitalia on the tot play structure walls and a majority of folks who never bothered to read the Rules and Regs of our fair community. I was stupid enough to accept a position on the Board, which has only served to make me privy to even more idiocy. Now, I know I should just breath. "Relax, relate, release" as Whitley would say (A Different World, HELLO!). But damn, it gets irritating. Who puts their dog out at 4 am when they know the dog barks at the wind? Who takes their radio to the pool and blasts their music as if everyone around, but them, is deaf? What kind of idiot sits in the hot tub next to a sign that says "No smoking" and lites up? My neighbors, that's who. I HATE STUPID, INCONSIDERATE, SELFISH FUCK WADS!!!!

Please, feel free to commiserate. Tell me how right I am and what a-holes I live around. Tell me I am a victim of socially inept mouth-breathers. Just let me have my pity party. I will eventually snap out of it and realize I am becoming the scary old lady who yells at people from behind her curtained windows and owns 15 cats, all of whom eat off her dinner plate, before its too late.