You fucking yenta! (or the joys of HOAs)

One of the reasons I was sooo happy to move out of my condo and into a house was to get shed of the HOA. Whoever had set up the board there was dumb – in a 15 unit association, the board was made up of 5 members, which meant that at any given time, you had to have at least a third of the owners willing to contribute.

When I moved in, the association was “self-managed,” meaning that the board handled everything themselves – hiring, firing, and paying vendors; collecting dues; doing taxes; ensuring compliance with the law, etc. Within a week of moving in, the current board president visited me and made a pitch for me getting on the board. Starry-eyed, I went for it, and then discovered the nightmare:

[ul][li]The previous treasurer hadn’t understood how to do taxes, so every year she’d simply copied the information from the previous year’s taxes onto this year’s return and sent it in, both state and federal. Similarly, she did each year’s budget by simply copying the previous year’s budget and outlay, without actually calculating how much we’d really spent. [/ul][/li]
[ul][li]The current treasurer found the association’s bank to be “inconvenient” for him, so he moved all the association’s bank accounts to his bank, under his name instead of the association’s; when he found that meant that the government thought it was his money and ought to be taxed in his name – rather than fixing the problem – he used association funds to pay his taxes.[/ul][/li]
[ul][li]Getting a quorum was a nightmare; on meetings that required more than the board to show up, we posted signs in advance, we called/emailed, we walked around the week before, and yet on the day of the meeting, we had to go door to door and beg people to show up to the meeting.[/ul][/li]
[ul][li]We couldn’t get enough people to be on the board; only 3 of us were willing to put in the time needed (and note, I work 60-80 hours a week, as did one other willing member; the third guy was retired, and I guarantee you this wasn’t how he’d envisioned his retirement). So we went around trying to get people to be on the board – all of them said they were too busy. I almost smacked the guy who said he couldn’t because he does Bible study two hours a week, so he was too busy to be on board and take care of his civic responsibilities. You really think Jesus wants you to make other people do your obligations so you can sit on your ass with your friends for two hours a week pretending you’re a good person? You really think Jesus thinks that if you happen to do Bible study, say, one hour a week instead of two so that you can fulfill obligations to your community that Jesus is somehow going to think less of you? And you really think that your two hour a week obligation somehow means that you don’t have time? I work 20-40 hours a week more than you, plus have other obligations that take me away, and I found a way to make it work. Ass.[/ul][/li]
[ul][li]When the crazy lady joined the board, the meetings went from 1 hour every two weeks to a month, to four hours at least every two weeks, because she’d have some nutty idea about what the HOA should be doing, and we’d hear her out and then vote her down (i.e., she wanted us to go around and tell homeowners who had pro-Democratic candidate signs in their windows that they weren’t permitted to have political signs [even though she had a pro-Republican candidate sign in hers], and we’d explain the First Amendment to her, and I’d show her the statute that says we can’t do that, and she’d say okay). But after we’d vote her down, she’d call another meeting and put that same fucking item on the agenda, so we’d again hear her out, then vote her down, then she’d call another meeting, wash, rinse, repeat.[/ul][/li]
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I hate HOAs with a passion. I’m so glad to be out.

My god. I hate my HOA and they haven’t even done anything nearly as bad as y’all’s. All they’ve done is issue me notices about my crappy little yard (mainly just stones and weeds) and then fail to send me the paperwork needed to get permission to lay down concrete or fix my door. Since they clearly don’t care, neither do I.

Let me see… your parents live in Del Boca Vista?

No. Oakland Heights in San Antonio, Texas. Good guess, though. :wink:

Robin

Awesome phrase there!

When you have the meeting I would name names and make it stick.
“Mrs. Dumbshit Yenta has said that there might be irregularities in the association finances, so let’s look at the books shall we?”
Then while going over income, let drop that some association members are not prompt with their dues “The worst of the late payers is Mrs. Dumbshit Yenta who has been late 80% of the time, by more than 1 week.”

While I am generally not a fan of burning bridges, IMHO this is one time to let loose a full broadside. If properly done years from now people in your condo will say to each other, “Do you remember the night Mighty_Girl put that bitch in her place?”

We lived for a few years in a townhouse complex with, strangely enough, a good HOA. There were only 38 units, so it was a small place. It had been well set up, and they actually not only had no trouble getting almost everyone to pay their dues timely (which were really cheap for an HOA – $250 a quarter), shortly after we moved in they maxed out all their reserves so started refunding dues. Plus they had found great people to do the various common area care – they’d not only take great care of the common areas, but they’d even mow our private postage stamp yards as long as as we left gates open, and the guys who plowed the snow and cleared the walks were not only the first in the entire area out in the morning when it snowed, they’d even clean off our steps for us right up to our front door!

The only problem was – you guessed it – the community yenta. She had run the Architectural Control Committee for years as her own private fiefdom, and she had everyone else in the complex scared shitless of her because none of them could understand the dense legalese of the HOA bylaws to know if they said what she said they said. I joined the board, and even though I’m not a lawyer I’ve worked for enough to understand the language. So I read the documents and discovered that she was giving them a total snow job – everything she’d told them the documents said (totally in favor of giving her complete control, of course) was the diametric opposite of what they really said. What’s more, I finally persuaded this well-monied HOA to start using the lawyers they had on retainer – at $75 a phone call, it was an easy way to make the problems go away.

So the HOA president promptly unappointed her, appointed a nice person, and that was the end of the community’s problems. She was so pissed off she sold her place and left shortly thereafter. The board thought I was the hottest thing since sliced bread.

Unfortunately, after we moved away, I learned that the young woman we’d sold our place to turned out to be the new yenta. You can’t have everything, I guess!

I’ll never belong to another HOA if I can help it; there’s just too many ways things can go wrong when people who don’t understand or don’t care about the rules they’re supposed to be following are put in charge of enforcing them.

We’re buying our first house next month. It needs repainting (stucco’s a bit flaky) and some other exterior refinishing, which the original owners are paying for.

We got a call today from the real estate agent - the HOA says it must be repainted in “one cool tone and one complementary warm tone”.

What the fuck? Does that mean hot pink walls and pastel trim? The current paint is light blue and white. Does that fit into the cool/hot requirements?

I have never heard anything good about an HOA. At first I stuck my fingers in my ears and went “I can’t hear you!” whenever the wifey (girlfriend) told me about a listing that had an HOA. Unfortunately, around here they pretty much all do - our only non-HOA options were the ghetto or a trailer park (and some of the trailer parks have HOAs!)

Complementary colors are opposite each other on the color wheel. So red-green or yellow-blue. So you could keep the light blue and use a nice variation of yellow for accents.

Or you could paint some biker flames on it. How’s that for hot? :smiley:

Well I’ll be dipped in shit. “Yenta”. I’ve added a new word to my vocabulary today. Thanks!

With that name I expect Stalin would be heading it.
*Bolding mine.

You folks that brave (now, in the future and past) HOAs are made of better metal than I am. We’d never even been close to buying into one, until this last time of looking at new homes. And as soon as the listings that were being chosen for us appeared with those three dreaded little letters, I about freaked right the hell out. Nope, nope, nope.

I mean, I personally think Bentley Little wrote the bible on those evil fuckers. :stuck_out_tongue:

So, since I’d never belong to any club that’d make me pay dues to be told what cool and warm colors I can paint or that I can’t decorate with toilet plant holders, all of 'em were vetoed right from the start. If I get a jonesing for a yenta to hassle my life, I’ll just call my mother. :smiley:

That said, I agree with the others that you should call this bitch out to her face, Mighty_Girl. That’s undoubtedly why she operates the way she does… is because she’ll never have to face any responsibility for her actions. Plus, because you’re one of the good ones, you’ll probably have everyone involved backing you up and then you’ll have your very own Norma Ray moment. Just think of the sweet triumph to savor for later! Go team M_G!!

If I’m reading your OP correctly, the yenta has not come to you personally, but to the new treasurer, correct?

I wouldn’t worry about it. If the woman doesn’t have the guts to face you directly, you are under no obligation to respond to a rumor.

My problem with HOAs is that even at their best, run by the best people, they are only good. They keep the grass cut, stop the neighbors from having orgies in the front yard, and keep the first layer of scum from forming on the community pool. Nothing to get all excited about, but you get your money’s worth and can go on living your life.

But what invariably happens is that the person who ran the HOA dies or moves away and you get some dillweed running it. The price triples, you have to paint your mailbox chartreuse, and the busybody has his nose permanently stuck three inches up your rectal cavity inspecting your lifestyle to see if it is “appropriate” for the community.

It is sort of like an alcoholic taking a drink. The best thing that will happen is that you can stop at that one drink, but the most likely scenario is that you will continue the descent into madness…

Well, at least your HOA’s are controlled by yentas, not the Ubermenscher.

I hated my HOA for the house I sold this spring in Atlanta. They sent me violation letters all the frickin’ time for the stupidest shit. One said I had to remove the chairs from my porch. Now, I can understand if they were shitty old beat up chairs… but they were BRAND NEW. And the porch had a fence around it AND bushes in front of it, so unless you were really trying, you didn’t even notice they were there. Another violation said I needed to paint my mailbox. It was a brand new mailbox, black, just like all the other mailboxes in the neighborhood. NONE of the mailboxes in the neighborhood were painted. They also pestered me to put down new pinestraw every, oh, 30 minutes? (it seemed) and threatened to fine me for not doing it when I’d done it three times in as many months.

They were a shambles legally, too. Whoever it was that had previously been in charge of the dues was a real prize, apparently. At one of the meetings I went to, one of the residents said that she’d paid her dues, that she’d called in and the guy had verified he’d received them–even noted the check number–but that the check had never been deposited. After they replaced that guy, they went through the paperwork and found her check (along with others) stuck in a drawer, and so they deposited it. So what was her complaint? Only that the HOA still had an active lawsuit open against her for non-payment, and this was months and months after the check had been found, etc. They just couldn’t be bothered to drop the suit.

The townhouse I lived at in VA before that had an HOA that wasn’t bad in the same way, but still had problems. One of my neighbors didn’t like us (didn’t like anybody, really) and on two different occasions he called the contracted towing company and had our van towed away, claiming to be calling from the HOA and saying that it was illegally parked in a resident’s spot. Which it was–OURS. We had to pay $75 (and drive out and pick it up) the first time to get the van back. The second time we made the HOA pay to have it towed back to our house. They changed towing companies after that, because apparently that one wouldn’t agree to use a password system for verification. Granted, that was a problem with a jackass neighbor, but if the place hadn’t had an HOA at all, the towing company would not have had the authority to tow us in the first place, and the whole problem would be moot.

It would take a whole lot for me to agree to live somewhere with an HOA again.

I live in Northern Virginia and we have an HOA. So far, they seem to be really laid back. I knew when I drove around the neighborhood and saw irregularities with the properties, I’d be fine. For example, I live at the end of a cul-de-sac. There is a portable basketball hoop erected in front of my neighbor’s house and it has apparently been there for years. We looked at homes in other HOAs that would certainly not have allowed such a thing. I think that is what sold us on this particular house.

Why in the name of Og would you want to have chairs on your front porch. What, to SIT in? On a PORCH?

What’s wrong with sitting in a basement?

Methinks you missed the point. He undoutedly could have made time for the HOA board. The difference as, he wasn’t crazy enough to get into it.

This was his face-saving method of saying “No.” by saving himself saying “No.” to your face.

(I applaud myself for coming up with that line.)