No Mister Potatoheads Were Harmed In the Making Of this Blog
As I mentioned in a recent blog, I have new upstairs neighbors. The last guy who lived up there was single guy, an engineer at Boeing who worked really long hours a long way away, so he didn’t make a lot of noise. Now, there is a young family living up there and since August 1st, there’s been non-stop rumble, thumping and small voices being very loud.
I’ve re-discovered the joy of my nice $100 Koss headphones.
I came rolling up on my bicycle this evening to find the whole family out in the front yard doing various we’ve-just-moved in activities.
I stopped at the front stairs of our shared rental property and said, “Hi, you must be my new neighbors.” I looked at the young 20-something mom directly in front of me and smiled.
“Oh My God!” she screamed and rushed me.
WHOAH! LADY! WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Only, she wasn’t looking at me, but through me. She zipped around my bicycle and picked up the two year-old who was on the other side. See, it seemed that me and my bicycle were blocking her direct path to her child who was standing on the edge of the sidewalk-less street we live on that maybe a dozen cars pass through per day. This meant that the kid could go bolting out into the street at any moment and she’d be powerless to stop him because I was in the way.
Don’t get between a Momma Bear and her cubs, I suppose.
These people were obviously very tired from their move because they greeted me, their new intimate neighbor with all the enthusiasm of a wet fish. I learned their names and welcomed them.
Then I rolled my bike around the back the house where I lock it up and saw this:
Now, I don’t really use my backyard very often, but now that it has turned into a playground, I’m guessing the possibility of future use has been greatly changed.
Kind of looks like an accident scene involving a couple very unfortunate Mr. Potato Heads.
Took this picture out my front wondow, which is quite dirty at the moment. I realize they’re just moving in, so I’m going to assume the massive dollhouse is not going to be a permanent fixture.
Bliss might have fun turning it into a cathouse though.
What was your worst neighbor ever? Feel free to share your story.
OMG…….had a few…but worst was some hot chicks who loved playing guys. They lived below us. I will never live in a apartment complex again by the way!!!!!! They had loud party’s at late hours and always a fight break out.Police where always over there. Actually that was quite entertaining! I know thats bad to say! But anyway then there was a single mom with three BEbE kids…they where tyrants when she was working. She had two jobs to support them….daddy ran off! They do things like sneak over next building and turn the main breaker off! Or take your plants and place them across the complex on someones else’s porch! Thats just the mild things they would do. Police where always over there too! Another was this little guy who had a huge wife with a hot head. She would pick him up by his shirt and yell so loud…..O-O! MMMMM …TG we only have animals and forest now as neighbors…..geez……talk about stress! :entertained:
Good luck with new neighbors…love the kitty….check this out!
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Twice I lived above bars. The first was in 1968 in Chicago. I lived above a strip bar and we were remodeling the apartment. It was during the Democratic Convention so I wasn’t at home that much at night.
The second time was in New Orleans and I lived above a rock bar. I worked the graveyard shift so the bar was my alarm clock. It was a win/win situation.
I will pray for you J…..and what makes you think that the Massive Dollhouse will ever be moving…lol…
Nice try,but no cigar Senore….
The worse neighbors I have ever had…ever….omg…..I will have to think about this one long and hard J…..
Hmmmmm oh yea that is a nice back yard play ground my friend….your all done. 8)
I’ll be back tomorrow,I’ve gotta think about this one…. :groovy:
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OMFG!!!! mine was a junk lady that moved in next door and garbage picked nightly and brought it home and the absolute worst was when she in her loud old yellow truck with no muffler pulled up with a packed camping trailer, and I DO MEAN FULLY PACKED literally, with household garbage. it was unloaded into the back yard with all the odours that are accompanied with such horror it literally took up half 60X32 foot back yard and was 2 1/2 ft high. I had to call the city to cite her and we could rarely go out for the smell that ofter emerged for the “depths of hell” as I called it…the freaky thing is….her yard started out looking just ….. like ….. yours……. Archived image unavailable
OMG.. I’m sitting here, eating dinner. Reading the news while Chris Matthews plays on TV…
I look over and there are two children staring in my window three feet away… mouths open..
I’ve always had good neighbors.
I don’t know if its my fence or they’ve seen me loading the truck with my guns when I go hunting.
I’m give you a reverse story. When my boys were around 3, we had a dog that knew how to open the back screen door. The kids would always forget to lock the door and he would get out. He would go around the neighborhood and steal things and bury them in my backyard. Dolls, stuffed animals, shoes, socks, pillows and blankets and one of those metal lunch boxes were some of the things we found him with. He was quite the hoarder.
More bizarre stories from upstairs…
I went out just now to get some milk at the store. Passing my neighbors open back door, I notice a box of FreshScoop cat litter. My new neighbors are still loitering in the back yard.
“Oh, you have cats?” I inquire.
“Yeah, one. Have you seen her??”
Umm.. no.
“We haven’t seen her since we brought her over here a couple hours ago.”
Ohmygod. WHAT KINDS OF IDIOTS DO NOT KNOW THAT WHEN YOU BRING A CAT TO A NEW HOME, YOU LOCK IT UP INSIDE FOR A DAY.. A WEEK.. OR EVEN A MONTH! YOU LET IT LEARN WHERE IT’S FOOD IS. WHERE IT’S HOME IS. YOU DON’T JUST LET IT GO OUTSIDE WITHIN HOURS OF MOVING IT!
The poor kitty is probably half way back to wherever they moved from by now.
I’m lucky; mine was only from purgatory, not hell.
Friend & I on the sidewalk walking up to my front door – the neighbor dog rushed my friend in a menacing way. And since she has been bitten by another dog in the past, she started crying. The neighbor saw what happened, so I asked him to please keep his dog out of my yard, as my guest reasonably feels in danger.
‘Our dog can go whereever he wants to.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. I called the police, & they recommended calling animal control; nothing ever came of it. So the old adage that good fences make good neighbors is often true.
Just wondering: what did children ever do to you that you hate them so much?
Yikes. A young family with kids next door. Never a good sign. Especially if they have relatives living in the same town. A simple request like “could you please not park in front of my mailbox?” could escalate to “Don’t park your piece of shit in front of my mailbox, amgio” in couple of weeks.
I am just pleased no Mr. Potato Heads were actually harmed. They retain favored nation status in my world. 😉
Like you headphones are great but I don’t think my black cat liked the new neighbors..This is his quote
Doesn’t look like they are going to be good neighbors.
So, you would like neighbors from hell stories??? Oh just WHERE do I begin……
My parents and I lived in a 3 family house when I was about 9. My Mom would run the washing machine at about 8AM (she has always been an early bird). The neighbor who lived beneath us complained to our landlady that the sound of the washing machine was annoying……because she used to like to sleep until about 10AM or so. 🙄 However the constant running of her two young sons, which was consistent both day and night and we could hear and feel living one floor ABOVE her, was just supposed to be fine and dandy to us.
Eventually we moved to a two family house. One set of tenants was a somewhat older couple with two grown daughters, who could have been considered Jersey Shore rejects. 😛 Once a few days before Christmas, the parents were away and one daughter had her boyfriend over. They had an argument and he decided to go after her with a knife. She was tearing through our shared hallway, yelling and screaming, but once the police arrived that we called, suddenly it was all just a big “misunderstanding” between them and it was suddenly life as usual. Ho, freakin’, ho ho! 🙄
Then…..after them…..another older couple moved in with 2 grown sons. One was trying to open a pet store and kept all of his dozens of boxes of pet supplies stored in our shared hallway, cluttering it up completely. The other had wanted to be a DJ and because of this felt it was alright to blast his stereo all hours of the day and night to “practice his DJing”. The wife/mother, however, had a stroke while she lived there. However before the stroke she was a bit cuckoo so after the stroke, she just screamed to the top of her lungs non stop, for no apparent reason, all of the time. We had empathy for her but our nerves were also shot between the screaming and the constant loud music. Fortunately they stopped paying their rent and got evicted.
Throughout all of this we lived next store to an older brother and sister who kept 5 dogs in their back yard…..around the clock……24/7, 365…….who barked ALL OF THE TIME. They refused to do anything about them in spite of the neighbors complaints.
Eventually my parents bought a house…..and we moved away from that block of madness! 8)
All of this is 100% true and I have the mental scars from it all to prove it!