i look up all of my neighbors on the property tax assessors' website to see how much they paid for their houses.
i don't care-care. i'm just nosy. and it helps to explain why my next door neighbor on the one side is so bitter about the housing market crash. he overpaiiiiiiid.
i look up all of my neighbors on the property tax assessors' website to see how much they paid for their houses.
i don't care-care. i'm just nosy. and it helps to explain why my next door neighbor on the one side is so bitter about the housing market crash. he overpaiiiiiiid.
I totally do that cville. Houses have been flying off the market in our subdivision this summer and I NEED to know what people paid. I also want to give my neighbors who don't sell high helpful listing advice, like declutter your living room and paint your front door.
We live in a great place for neighbor watching. They're row homes and the backs all face each other in a U-shape. So, if your blinds are open, everybody can see in to your house. I have names for most of our neighbors based on their habits, like Grilly McGrillerson or Fake Surgeon. And the front of our house faces a church, parking lot and a preschool playground. I see all kinds of shit! I love it.
then you'll want either the "real property data" or "property lookup" or the like. different counties do it differently (for other, totally legit, work-based reasons i on rare occasion have to look up property info. which is how i know how to do this. ha.).
ETA: you can look up commercial properties too, obviously. it's awesome.
Post by speckledfrog on Jul 9, 2013 16:13:09 GMT -5
I like a good pimple pop. Pulling out a fat, wiry hair is satisfying. But if I came across an envelope full of MH's old pubes shit would hit the fan. That is not normal. Not even a little bit.
When people start getting all "calm the fuck down, autumn", she disappears from the thread and shows up in another one all "lalalala".
I was driving home from work, it's quitting time here.
I must have missed what I said that was so outrageous in this post though......
I think it's your general irritation with EVERYthing. You seem to be really trying to flame people or be snarky, even when it's really sort of jumping the gun or unnecessary.
I live in a tall building, and there isn't another building opposite us; we just see the tops of buildings below us and the street far below. I always pull the shades down before I change, and H rolls his eyes at me. He says that no one down on street level can see 20 floors up to see me naked. I held out for a long time, still closing the shades, but I have started to change with the shades open occasionally. It feels risque even though it's not. I live on the edge.
A good friend of mine used to work directly across the street from a swanky hotel in SF. She has STORIES about all the people who assumed they couldn't be seen on the 15th floor. LOL
I have a handicap license plate. DS likes to throw epic tantrums, and at age 5 and 40 lbs, it's fucking hard to drag him from the store all the way to the BFE parking spaces. I told his doc about this, he filled out the paperwork for us to get the plate.
If that isn't flameful enough, I sometimes use handicap parking even when DS isn't with me.
Should I call the fire dept. for the flames that will be coming?
This is a 10/10 for me on the flameful scale. My dad is truly disabled, so yeah.
Same. My dad is no longer with us, but he truly needed handicap parking, and he needed my assistance. So I couldn't just drop him off on his own. So, yeah, I'm with mofongo here.
I saw a roadside stand the other day offering MOFONGO FAST HAND LUNCH. Made me think of you, but also wonder what a FAST HAND LUNCH could possibly be... and then I thought of KA.
Allow me to explain....
::opens mouth to talk::
... I got nothin. Other than the obvious which KA has covered. lol
I've been wanting to tell this story for a while, but didn't have a place for it.
I have a little jar on the sink next to the toilet with tweezers, small scissors, and a needle in it. Its my body hair jar. H has never touched anything in my special jar. I never told him what I used it for because he never asked. Friday night my scissors were sitting on his desk. I asked him what he was using them for and he replies "I've been cutting my pills in half with them, they're the perfect size." My eyes got huge and he asks WHAT WHAT!?! and I say "Those are my pube scissors..." He screamed like a girl and threw them across the room! Then Sunday night he's sitting on the couch plucking his nose hairs (YUCK!) and I said "Were those out of my little jar?" he says yes and I just start laughing. He got so mad and said "THESE ARE PUBE TWEEZERS?!? OMIGOD!!" and stomped up the stairs and slammed them down into my little jar. He'll never touch anything in my little jar again. lololol
When I read this I thought you meant you kept trimmed body hair in it too. Like Goldmember's skin box. I don't know if I can look at you the same now.
My neighbors have this dumb ass hut thing on their deck, which is hideous. They have been in there constantly since like Friday (or maybe I am just noticing now because I have more time on my hands). It is driving me nuts because I have no idea what the hell they could be doing in there that is fun enough to keep them entertained all damn day. They have been in there since 7:30 am (or at least they have been there every time I took the dog out).
Post by BlackCanary on Jul 9, 2013 17:11:47 GMT -5
My random is that the internet keeps going down and my co-worker and I are considering starting a drinking game. There is a bottle of rum in the back...
I've been wanting to tell this story for a while, but didn't have a place for it.
I have a little jar on the sink next to the toilet with tweezers, small scissors, and a needle in it. Its my body hair jar. H has never touched anything in my special jar. I never told him what I used it for because he never asked. Friday night my scissors were sitting on his desk. I asked him what he was using them for and he replies "I've been cutting my pills in half with them, they're the perfect size." My eyes got huge and he asks WHAT WHAT!?! and I say "Those are my pube scissors..." He screamed like a girl and threw them across the room! Then Sunday night he's sitting on the couch plucking his nose hairs (YUCK!) and I said "Were those out of my little jar?" he says yes and I just start laughing. He got so mad and said "THESE ARE PUBE TWEEZERS?!? OMIGOD!!" and stomped up the stairs and slammed them down into my little jar. He'll never touch anything in my little jar again. lololol
When I read this I thought you meant you kept trimmed body hair in it too. Like Goldmember's skin box. I don't know if I can look at you the same now.