I had sent out a general e-mail to our homeowners two weeks ago Tuesday or Monday. In it, I skecthed my thoughts on what radio shows they should listen to. For obvious reason, I asked them all to stop listening to the Phil Hendrie Show. The reason for that should be evident to anyone who has heard Phil joust with me. While I admire Phil and enjoy him as a person (some have said, not without merit, that I got a thing for him. Maybe. Maybe not. It’s none of their business. Ta-Ta LOL!™) he does have a way, however playful, of making me look loose, immoral and psychopathic which I think is a little unfair. That’s why (and please don’t tell any of our homeowners….oh, it doesn’t matter. They won’t believe you. They believe me) I don’t wish our homeowners to listen to Phil’s show and why I limit tickets for our four ‘Taculars to homeowners only and their guests. I can’t risk the contagion of the outside world sweeping into Western Estates. There are many that would like for me to look like a baboon’s you-know-what. Well as long as I am the HOA president I won’t look like the end of an ape. I will always have style. I learned my lesson the night I was carried off by some bum Steve invited over for a Super Bow3l party after I’d sat in the seven layer dip. it won’t happen again, my friend. Never again. No way Jose. Ta-Ta LOL!™
Some of my gals! In our world, we’re stars.Don’t worry about it. Left to right: Jade Yinch-Futterman, Marissa Butler-Von Stroheim, Amber Gleason-Slaggit, Jessica Shner-Doubleday and Nicky Weidemeyer-Weiner
The homeowner is a simple creature. Many of our homeowners have scrimped and saved. They’ve clawed their way in here to be honest. They have invested hundreds of thousands of dollars on landscaping, upgrades, wardrobes for our dinners and mixers. They’ve sunk tens of thousands into dental work, new cars, breats implants, butt-elevation, face re-booting, ear adjustments, nose-jobs and tummy winchings. Some of these people put their last nickels into shoe-horning their way into this, the most desirable gated community just about anywhere in the world! I saw them when they got here. Ugly? Oh my God! So, they aren’t going to risk it all to disobey me and listen to a show that, however good naturedly, makes me look like a lurching idiot with a slap-dash make-up job and a face-lift only Dr. Frankenstien could manage. No way. No way Jose. Image control is paramount at Western Estates. I am uncomfortable with people who 1) don’t know how to uncork wine properly, using that wine-fork thing, but instead use that big, dumb corkscrew that also doubles as a beer bottle opener. And 2) I’m uncomfortable with some other stuff too. 
I loved what Georgette Wadd-Conklin did last year with the lights
But let not none of that dissuade you from knowing that I’m just a regular gal. And with my other regular gals on the steering committee, The Circle Of Taste, my fashion show co-ordinators, the gals at the PTO and all of the gals, thank you. (I forgot what I was writing about so I just wrapped it up. Ta-Ta! LOL! ™)
Oh I remember. So I know many of you want to come to the Winter-tacular but it’s not going to happen unless you are performing (and this year we’re going to have the Bob Lotion Singers. They are g-r-e-a-t! And headlining with comedy and patter from his hit TV show ‘Gas Can’……….Ray Alan Newberg! That’s right. When I found out we were getting Ray Alan I fainted. When I came to it was night and I thought I was dead. Then I realized I wasn’t dead. I was just in our community center ladies room! Ta-Ta! LOL! ™
Well until tomorrows blog, Ta-Ta LOL! ™
