I found out what happened with the clubhouse and the late night phone call...
Okay, so the day after I took my parents to the airport, I got up early the next day to retrieve my phone. I had left it somewhere, who knows, but a friend of mine grabbed it and I was meeting him to pick it up. He's not a good freind, just like someone I know. Anyway, I left the back door open so that Opey could go potty because he hadn't gone yet. Unfortunately, I got in the accident and I was gone a lot longer than 20 minutes like I planned.
So, Opey was in and out barking his little head off and annoying the neighbors. Then, when I finally got home, it was dark, and the trash cans were still outside. So, I grabbed Opey and had him out front with me as I was bringing in the cans. I got sidetracked with him running around, me trying to grab the mail and locking everything up, so I forgot to close the garage door.
I guess, the security guard was walking around the neighborhood and saw the door open at 3 in the morning and he was concerned. So, he called the house. Now, why did he hang up on me when I answered?? That's a good question. I still don't know the reason there. But, he also called my mom the next day to tell her that he called the house at 3 a.m.
So, I get this call from my mom the next day. She hasn't been gone but like 24 hours and the neighbors are freaking calling her to complain that Opey was barking and they were trying to sleep, which, whatever, I got home at like 9, but they go to bed at like 7 or something. So, then, they also told her the garage door was open all night. As if that has anything to do with anyone else here. I mean, how does that affect them in the least??
Drama. It's like High School. I'm telling you, living in a retirement community when you are in your 30's is like, not the wisest thing in the world. These people are bored and nosey and fake and phoney. They are nice to your face and talk about you behind your back.
But, it's not all bad. I mean, it's a nice community, very pretty and clean and safe. Not to mention, when I had the accident, I was stranded over on the other side of town. I never picked up my cell phone, my car was towed away and I didn't even have any cash on me. So, I called the clubhouse here in the community and one of the ladies that works up there was nice enough to come pick me up. I was so grateful.
People in Vegas act as if North Las Vegas is in another state. I had a few people lined up to take me home and when I told them where I lived, they were like "oh, hell no". I even offered someone twenty bucks and they wouldn't do it. Honestly, it's not that far, but it just has this stigma or something.
L.A. Boy were here this weekend. We had fun! I'm hoping he'll be coming into town again this weekend. He's the only person allowed in the house and he's the only person I would even want in the house. So, while he was here, I was looking for the albums I made from like ten years ago. I found three, but I'm missing another 3 or 4 and I'm bummed. I really love those pictures. I'm still looking but it's frustrating. I tried out the scanner today and here's a before and after shot of me and my "enhancements"...