“I hate this crypt! I don’t wanna be here. Tunnels? Could be leading anywhere. Secret rooms? Kind of intriguing. Cellars? Dusty, but OK. Crypts, are for dead people! Alright? I’m making a stand, Alfie says ‘no more!’”
Làm sao để anh thấy được em Khi em xinh đẹp nhất Vì điều đó em đã mất nhiều năm cầu Phật Xin Ngài đưa anh đến cho em Ngài biến em thành cây xanh rợp lá Mọc bên đường anh vẫn thường qua
Mặt trời sáng, cây nở đầy hoa Một đóa hoa là một niềm hi vọng Khi anh nghe xạc xào trong lá Thì biết lòng em thao thức đợi chờ Nếu làm ngơ rảo bước chẳng nhìn cây Thì sau anh hoa lá rụng đầy Là tim em tan thành trăm mảnh…
Speaking of home ownership today, I’ve been communicating with the current Homeowner’s Association President recently about a few issues around the neighborhood (mostly the fact that dues are increasing this year because some of our neighbors are just flat out not paying). And he ended his most recent email by inviting me to run this year to take over the HOA after his three-year term ends this spring.
Not sure that’s a gig I really want? But it was nice to be invited to run. I’d probably be an unpopular HOA president because I’d run a pretty tight ship to make sure the budget works, and I’d definitely exercise every legal recourse I had to get the unpaid neighbors current. I understand times can get tough, but the HOA fee here is a tiny $15/month. If you bought a house and can’t come up with $15/month to keep our community’s roads and parks clean and watered and maintained, then you definitely weren’t ready to buy a house.