Living in Strata

When Kyle and I first bought our place, we only had one hesitation: Strata.

Sure, that means everyone has to play according to the same set of rules, but sometimes, it’s easier not having any, or at least not have a strict set of rules. You already have to follow City Bylaws, but adding another set of underlying rules on top of that can push the limit.

One example: City bylaws say that one residence cannot own more than two dogs and two cats. Our strata bylaws only allow one dog and one cat.

Of course, there’s always exceptions made to the rules, both with City and Strata bylaws. There are some people in our complex who have two dogs, and I’m sure there’s some who have two cats.

But then there’s the people who just ignore the rules.

Example: Our strata bylaws say that you must have your dog on a leash at all times while on “community” property (Basically, anywhere outside of your own fenced area). When Kyle and I first moved in, there was a little old lady who would let her toy poodle out on the community grass (without a leash) to do its business. As a result, it came wandering over to our fence and started barking at Daphne. Because we have a completely fenced yard, it was no big deal and the woman came and got her dog. However, if we DIDN’T have a fenced yard and Daphne WAS leashed, she still probably would’ve gotten into a scrap with this tiny dog, of course making her look like the bad guy even though the lady wasn’t following the rules. UGH!

Now, I think the old lady gets that there’s a giant dog a couple doors down and I haven’t seen the dog since. Thankfully, I didn’t have to complain to the strata board that her dog was running about sans leash.

Another example: The unit next to us has no one living in it because the lady passed away a couple months ago. The unit on the other side of that unit (so two doors up from us) seems to think that they can use that parking spot as their own. Strata bylaws say you’re only allowed to park in your unit’s assigned parking, in visitor parking, or on the street.

So far, Kyle and I have been trying to ignore it. Sure, we’ve thought about complaining. We’ve also thought about using the spot ourselves but choose not to because knowing our luck, that will be when someone complains.

Our problem is, do we complain, making potential enemies with the neighbours (they’re young and kinda douchey, so we wouldn’t really care), or do we ignore it? Being new and all, we’re apprehensive to raise a stink because we don’t want to be labeled as the Complainers.

What would you do? Ignore it or mention it to the Board?

Really, they’re not hurting us, but it’s not very respectful to park in your neighbour’s driveway, dead or alive.

Does anyone else live in a Strata complex? What are your rules like?

Down Dog/Downward Dog/TMI Thursday

So almost a month ago, I bought Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown DVD:

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It sat in my DVD rack for quite some time, partially because I was afraid of it and partially because I was so busy with freelancing and moving that I didn’t have the time or energy to pop it in and give it a whirl. On Tuesday morning, I finally got a chance to try it out!

I started off with Level 1 because I’ve never done yoga before, and it was still really intense! My flexibility apparently isn’t what it used to be, but I could really feel the burn! I don’t know if I have favourite pose, but I can tell you that my least-favourite pose is the camel pose:

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It just made me feel like I was going to roll backwards. Or that my neck was going to break. Moving onto the TMI part …

Daphne also decided to join me during the first little bit of the workout, which also brings a whole new (yet obviously dirty) meaning to the “Downward Dog” pose.  Yep, my beautiful, majestic and otherwise normalish canine decided that she would harness her inner instincts and tried to mount me while I was in the downward dog position. Awesome! I kicked her from the position, to which her response was to start growling and trying to shove me over. Thanks Daphne!

I’m glad I shut the curtains, because I’m pretty sure the neighbours would’ve got a great chuckle out of that little show.

A couple other things I learned quickly: Loose shirts are designed to come up and over your head and if you change into shorts and a sports bra, the dog hair on the carpet will stick to you if you sweat. No wonder why you use those special mats and wear tight clothes for yoga!

So, now I know that yoga won’t kill me, Daphne will probably keep trying to rape me, and to maybe invest in a yoga mat.

Happy Thursday! Got a TMI workout story to share?