I hate my white trash neighbors.

They think it is o.k. to leave food laying around outside; never mind the fact that we have a family of raccoons and several possums living in very close proximity.

Some little girl claiming to be my neighbor (never seen her before) decided it would be cool to feed two of my cats without asking me first. She learned it was not! I had to pick up several pieces of mystery meat laying in my front yard and throw it away. Of course according to them, I will be the one in the wrong. Can you say arrested development?????

I take some small satisfaction knowing that the people in question are moving out very soon. That will make half of the apartments in the complex empty; apparently the owner hasn't been heard from for quite a while.

AAAAARRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Racist? If they were black, would you call them black trash neighbors?

People can act like trash, regardless of color.

It is what it is. Color doesn't matter.

Stupidity has no designation.

Agreed!

"You can't fix stupid"

"Here's your sign!!!"

Funny you should post this today i was considering posting my own "i hate my neighbors" story.

My neighbors just talk trash to anyone that will listen and people must like us more than them because it keeps coimg back to us all the horible things that they say.

I hope you cat is ok. People just dont think or have any respect anymore.

Like some people ever had it!

Thanks Chubbs, yeah, the cats are fine, I don't think they were trying to poison them or anything, they were just being the ignorant people that they are.

It never ceases to amaze me about the lack of respect and privacy that is rampant with these folks. Why they continue to carry on their personal dramas outside (usually at top volume on their cell phones) is beyond my capacity to understand. I would be embarrased to have my neighbors overhear that much of my personal life.

I envy people that live in the country with no neighbors for miles.

Once, when we had neighbors (we live in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of town, now) my neighbor was sitting on her front porch with the music blarring from her house. It was so loud, we could hear it over our tv in our frontroom.

After an hour of my better-half complaining and saying she was going to call the police, I said, "Let me handle it."

I calmly walked across the street and up her sidewalk. She said, loudly, "Hi, Jim!"

I said, "Lori, do you know what kind of music Kathy and I listen to?"

She was puzzled, but admitted, "No, I don't."

I deadpanned, "Well, Kathy and I sure know what type of music you listen to" and turned and walked away.

Before I got back to the our front porch, her music was down and we never had that problem again.

How funny!

Can you come to my house and talk to my neighbors? I have a hard time doing it w/o getting mad.

Pretty please???

Back in the day I lived on the third floor of a three-floor apartment building in Florida. My neighbors downstairs were devotees of Gangsta Rap.

Then I built the Stereo From Hell. Tri-amped, 800 watts per channel, and the woofers were 18" Cerwin Vegas that came out of a P.A. system that once belonged to the rock band Foghat--I knew a guy who knew a guy, and Foghat was buying a new PA, and this guy had a warehouse with a bunch of odds and ends in it, and said "take what you like, I'm just going to haul the rest to the dump anyway."

Two o'clock in the morning on a Sunday, and the thumping comes through the floor. So I turned the woofer cabinets on the SFH so they faced straight down, and put on Zeppelin's "Heartbreaker" with the volume knobs cranked up to 6.

Let it play for about two minutes, and then turned it off. I had this vision of lil' gangstas downstairs pasted into the floor with their do-rags on fire. Never had a problem with "battling stereos" ever again.

Beavis rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



One time a couple years ago hubby & I were rocking out to similar music (old school hard rock) and we had our volume cranked up past 22 (which we learned later is the magic cut-off number) and we get a knock at the door. This was about 11 p.m. on a weekend. Hubby opened door to a cop saying, the neighbors called, are you having a party? We said naw, it's just us two. Cop got a big sh*t-eatin' grin on his face, and said, no problem, just turn it down a little.

Love it!! Those neighbors have since moved.

Beavis,
You actually reminded me of the help you gave me with my neighbors when I first moved into our house in Hoquiam.

The neighbors would open their windows and on a nice sunny late summer day — when I had the windows open, too - they'd blast their gangsta rap and bad pop music.

I tried a few "battling stereo" battles, but nothing got through to them. I told a couple of people at work what was going on and Beavis came to my rescue - he gave me a burned copy of Slayer's "Reign in Blood."

So, the next time they decided to "share" their music, at 9 p.m. on a Wednesday, I set up four 16-inch woofers I borrowed from another neighbor at the back windows. Click, I turn up Slayer to 5 and let the first two songs roll through them.

By the time the second song was in mid-stream, the musical neighbors came over and pleaded with me to turn it off. Never heard their music again...

(And I was fortunate that none of the other neighbors in a 10-house radius didn't call the cope, too...)

Good times.

I remember that! HAH! Slayer will definitely do it, and "Reign In Blood" is about as Slayer as Slayer gets!

Move out in the country where you can not see your neighbors and start listening to country music. Okay stick to your music of choice.

Some times - Most of the time people do not even realize the impact they are having on others.

When it's slight, I'd agree they may not know. But, often it is perversely loud and imposing. I'm convinced they know exactly what they are doing.

I like music. I like almost all types of music (rap is a blantant exception). As a neighbor, if you crank your Beethovan or Mozart up too loud, I'm probably not going to get too irratated... same with The Beatles... Sondheim, an opera, or jazz, even gospel!. I may think you are rude/insensitive/lacking in social skills, etc. but I won't get really irritated.

The worst for me are the booming drum tracks. When I can hear, from my neighbor's house, or the car going by, or third car up on the bridge, "Boom! Boom! da Boom! Boom!" and their windows are shaking and my windows are shaking, I get really irritated.

... I may need a copy of that.

anyone have advise for nosy neighbors? i wish they would just mind thier own business.

Nosey in the sense of asking too many questions, or nosey in looking in your windows?

nosey like looking in our windows and hearing from other people the play by play of our lives as told by our neighbor.

Curtains!

lol got those

If your neighbors are indeed looking in your windows, you know they are 'peeping toms' and that is illegal--call the cops!!

or just get a shotgun . . .

For the questioning nosey, I always say, "I sent out a memo to everyone whose business it was. Didn't you get yours?"

The look on their face is worth it.

But, I've never had the looking in the curtain situation before. If I knew about it, I doubt it would happen a second time, but hesitate to write details. I am appalled.

They sit in their house and watch everything we do. We have the curtains closed most of the time but the feeling of living in a cave is too strong when the sun is shining. When they close their blinds they purposely leave one piece wedged open so they can still see out. Ive seen them standing at the blinds just watching us, so ever time i see them im sure to wave

I want to know what it is you are doing that is so interesting to them that they have to stare in your windows.

Heh heh.

Me too because if you ask me im a pretty boring person. But if you were to belive some of the stories that they have told people about us i would watch us too. My question is how sad is their life that they fixate on mine.

You know what would be hilarious would be if you and your family members staged a fake fight or orgy or something!!

That would really get them going!!!!!

Years ago, a lady who lived down the road from my parents was fixated on my dad. She repeatedly called the police to report on his activities as an international spy. She was taken to Steilacoom. 'nuff said.

I have one word for you. Gaslight!

I vote orgy, but it would be fun to stage a fake fight and fight about our creepy neighbors and all the things that they have said. We could argue about what we should do to their house once they leave and then get really quite and just wait to see what happens

The last house I lived in, a few blocks away here in the vast hinterlands of Cosmopolis, we had neighbors across the street who did the exact same thing--left a chink open in the blinds, even, and the "man of the house" even had his favorite armchair set so he could look across the street right into our living room windows.

One of my kids had a little band going that would practice in the garage. Usually in the afternoon, never too late into the evening even on weekends, and yeah, they were loud--live drums will leak into the street no matter how many rugs and quilts and sheets of foam you hang on the walls.

Twice, Creepy Neighbor called the cops when the kids were practicing. Both times, my girlfriend and I weren't home. Note that he never called us first or said anything, or even called the cops when we were home. It was like he was trying to get the cops to catch the kids doing something wrong when we weren't around.

The line of sight from his window, through our living room, went right into our master bedroom door. So I started getting dressed and undressed in the bedroom, well inside the doorway so the only line of sight was to his window and not the street, and mooning the bastard every time I saw him over there watching. Three views of my enormous, pasty-white ass were enough to close the chink in the blinds. Personally I hope the image is burned into his corneas forever.

Just the thought of it makes me want to close my blinds.

Any chance you'd be available for naked aerobics in Chubbs' front room?

I have a wii fit mabey one night ill just strip down and go crazy That will teach them.

Don't tempt me, you nasty sailor you

I took my inspiration from the doctrine of Mutual Assured Destruction

I am laughing so hard I am crying!!

The Bucket List

Beavis,
I've known you for a long time. That absolutely fits you... and made me laugh and shutter at the same time...

And Chubbs, if you do the "Naked Wii Fit", don't forget to "helicopter" (TM-Rodney Carrington) in front of the window to give your "audience" something to think about...

I was about to suggest running about nekkid a lot more... but Beavis beat me to it.

One of my neighbors would only like that more:

Poor lil' ol me, out on the back 40, on a hot, sunny, sweaty day cutting up a tree with a chainsaw... in my particularly low cut tank top and jeans.

Didn't take him long to show up, you know, to see what was going on. And gosh, it sure would be easier for you to move that if I let you borrow my tractor.

(Is that what we're calling it these days?)

Aw shucks, really?

Course, the fact that he stands about 5' even and his eyes are level with "the girls" (courtesy of MHLady) doesn't hurt.

Reminds me of one of my favorites from Richard Bratigan:

The Widow's Lament

It is not quite cold enough
To borrow some firewood
From the neighbors.

It may be a woodie, but it ain't the fireplace that's burning when she does decide to borrow it.