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the homeowners association in our neighborhood consists of the following members:
fowdie
opie
woody
butch
moe



recently it was called to my attention that my curbside was filled to their regulations. apparently, you can only have an alloted amount of appliances.

actually, the water heater pick up men are clearing them out fast, goodbye to everyone's new lawn ornament.

our lawn length regulations are specifically: when your neighboring home has grass exceeding your liking: mow it.


a recent photograph of our street

politically our neighborhood is kinda dominated by the hilary clinton loving signs across the street. i don't think anyone else really cares. but they really love the lady.. wait she's done.. right?

we have had volunteers from every religion in swinging a hammer together. and the schriner man who almost ran over our daughter with his winnebago.

speaking of winnies. many of their homes have been so damaged that if they are fixable they are going to move in a winnie for months until they can rebuild. wait, is that neighborhood code?

have i told you guys yet about the african house on the corner? seems they are attending a local college, josh is stalking them. literally. he won't leave them alone. nerd.

when your matching rubber boots are all wading through bacteria sludge together, the oddities disappear. instead of your goofy labels, you have people. real people with hurts and crazy gifts and approaches. and suddenly you can't live without them.

i laugh, for God placed us exactly where we fit. well sorta. all except the whole secret code pin thing, cause i don't think i get that.