We are the leaders of an Industral revolution.We work with the smallest of fractions,We build and repair homes with small amount of time to work with,We work with a wide varity of materials,and We push our minds and bodies to the mental and fisical limits every day. So what do We get when we come home???Our spouses standing there in the doorway tapping their foot preventing you from getting that hard deserved beer youve been longing for all day,hmmm you think did i forget something,anniversary,to let the cat out,pick up the kids, No as they look at you with that (and you call yourself a professional look on their face) the toilet has been running all day.So you run to home cheepo and buy you and your family the new improved flapper (the one with the space aged resin that nasa uses on the shuttle to prevent meltdown during re-entry). 20 bucks and twenty minutes (fifteen to get that darned package open) the job is done,beer has been drank,and all is right with the world. Untill two weeks later,again the spouse is angry,the toilet flowing freely,the jerk on the costumer service hotline tells you to jiggle the handle,and you still have yet to drink that much deserved beer. Dont we deserve a better flapper to go along with that beer. Or maby I just have too much time on my hands.
Edited 11/25/2002 11:56:09 AM ET by add
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Feel better?
How many people thought of the Post-It note before it was invented but just didn't have anything to jot it down on?
Always enjoy the new faces appearing here lately. Welcome add. Glad your here.
From the title of the thread I thought maybe the vent wars were heating up again. Let the thunder crack and the waves roar.
We're going on.
Oh, good, a rant thread.
I come home and my neighbors across the street from the front of my house have dumped one of those effing ugly fake-o pole barn huge storage thingies right the h e double l in my view right along the effing street, for Chrissakes. Now my effing beautiful view into the orchard and the woods is shot, and I have to look at something that visually pains me. It's not enough that they stick an addition on the house with no character whose rooflines clash, but at least that wasn't right there in my d a m n view. And they don't appreciate it when I point out that the neighborhood restrictions don't allow the effing things. All the other neighbors who snuck one in hid it behind the house, or behind some planting or something, and made something with some character. But no. Yes, I know there are snobbier snobs than me who experience acute pain when they see my vinyl siding, but don't these yokels understand the the property values in the neighborhood are so da mn high in the first place because we've made some effort here to make the place attractive?
Sheesh. Remember, Boss Hog, when you posted the pic of that barn garage those people put in town--was it your brother? THAT would be way more attractive than this pile of utilitarian eye hurting crappola I'm looking at now.
If my husband had tools and lawn equipment, etc, I would let him have a whole room in the house to keep them in before I would let him put one of these neither suburban nor rural visual scabs on my property.
I feel better now."The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half light..."--???
>> ... the neighborhood restrictions don't allow the effing things.
Does the neighborhood association enforce the restrictions when they get complaints? If you've got an aggressive neighborhood association and you're willing to keep after it, you can grind them to dust. In most places, prior violations by other neighbors are not a defense, unless they're so widespread and so long standing that the judge decides the restrictions have been abandoned.
Another possibility would be to burn it down. As many times as it takes.
Thanks, Unc, rant over, anger diffused. We all have our warts in the neighborhood, and there are more better things to get high blood pressure over. I tend to be slow to anger, get really mad, and get really past it, really fast!
Like the fact that Clark W. Griswold is in the living room trying to figure out why none of the outlets work and the lamps flicker, and he's going to set fire to THIS structure."The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half light..."--???
Geez Theo
I can only imagine how you feel. The neighbors accross the street from me in that last house I sold put up one of those plastic picket fences directly accross the street and I had to look at it everytime I looked or walked out front. After all the tedious work I did on my crib THIS is what I get to look at...Those suck buckin' pieces of cheap no taste trash. I moved...tee hee
If I were you I'd put a bucncha cheap plastic statues and pinwheels and pink flamigoes and plastic fountains of boys peeing into the pond dead in front of their view.....TAKE PICTURES...LOL
Be well
NAmaste
AndyIt's not who's right, it's who's left ~ http://CLIFFORDRENOVATIONS.COM
I hate to say it, but if you want a view of the orchard, buy the house that obstructs the orchard and the orchard.
Hey you go lady , don''t you be holdin nothin back , those damn inconsiderate GOOFS. Trying to find something good about your situtation the best ai can come up with is ,it might give you an excuse to add on to your home one story higher , just think of the possibilities .
Neighborhood story. Guy has a house that needs painting. Neighbor across the road from him mentions how much more a nicely painted house makes the neighborhood look and increases the value of the houses in the area. Guy decides 'alright nosey neighbor wants house painted so I will' and goes out and paints his whole house and garage PURPLE. Yep, purple. Then he goes and has his car and jeep painted...purple. Roar! Leaves it that way. Couple years go by and now they are friends and laugh about it. Thing is enough people in the neighbor mentioned how much they like the paint job that he decides to leave it that way. Been the color of choice for 15 plus years now.
Ain't life a gas! Let the thunder crack and the waves roar.
We're going on.
There is a big ol victorian in a neighboring town painted the most god awful purple/pink/red/dk brown combo that you ever saw, it is huge, paint job is a superb job, sort of like a train wreck you just have to drive by one more time and look.
Alan
A true painted lady.
Let the thunder crack and the waves roar.
We're going on.
Just get rid of the wife, drink the beer, forget the crapper.
No offense add but......sounds like your wife has the flapper that needs fixin'.
Here's what ya do next time my brother
1- Come home from a hard day of work with a 12 pack of icey cold Corona's.
2- When your wife comes to meet you at the door ask her why the hell she doesn't have a frozen mug and bottle opener for you.
3-Send her to the store to buy beer mugs, wet em and freeze em'....and hurry it up woman...heh heh
4-Tell her you bought her a gift.....sexy lingire that you want her to get into by the time yer on yer sixth brew
And tell her to fix that flapper her self.
Dude..shes gotta look awefully good and be awfully incredable to put up with what you are. Thank god I haven't that to deal with. I'd be so outta there~~~~~~
Be well
Namaste
Andy
It's not who's right, it's who's left ~ http://CLIFFORDRENOVATIONS.COM
I am begining to worry about you...you forgot the lime!
And what is the mug for?
OMGGGGGG...I TOTALLY had the lime in my head and I forgot to write it....damn.make his wife run out for it. NOW! I also forgot to tell him to have his wife go get him some flip flop girls for an hour or so....sounds like he deserves it.....hmmmmm.....maybe not.....LOL
aIt's not who's right, it's who's left ~ http://CLIFFORDRENOVATIONS.COM
Andy I am afraid some of that concrete you were floating in the other day may have gotten in your ears and clogged up your brain;-)
Add Andy is being a little hard on you, but by now haven't you taught her how to fix it her self? If you are married to a builder, GC etc. you have to come to grips that nothing is EVER going to get done around the house, unless you do it yourself. Tamara
if i wasn't so cheap i'd buy my neighbor a rake so i couldn't watch him blow his leaves over and over to get 50'