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MrsShackleford
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I am a crappy neighbor
MrsShackleford
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In the 8 years we have lived in our little cul-de-sac, we only know the names of our immediate neighbors.
I have made names for some of the others:
Underwear - Heading out to the driveway in the morning in obvious baby blue boxers earns you this name.
Tree huggers - Having a pony tail an mowing your lawn with an electric mower earns you this name. (Yes, they may not appreciate this name.)
Four-kids - Obvious.
Pool party - They have one every weekend since installing the pool.
Front house - We never see this guy and DH imagined it is a front for some sort illegal activity like money laundering. (Yes, DH watches too many movies)
Yes, we are judgy and need to get out more.
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
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Re: I am a crappy neighbor
"There is a fine line between a princess and a witch...thinking you're one does NOT give you the right to act like the other." my grandmother
I'm with you. I've lived here five years and don't really know anyone but we noticed them. We're like the united nations in the cul-da-sac. It's kinda cool there is a litter of everything around.
The next door neighbors moved in about a year ago. I *think* someone lives there and supposedly they have kids but I have never seen them. Some man who drives a detective car also comes and mows the yard. I can figure out what's going on.
Accross the street is a hispanic couple with three kids but then I think they had more family move in.
Next to them are some hipanics that own some sort of remodeling business and like to party. I've heard some knarly Mexican music going at 3am.
The asians that love Hondas. No joke the whole family comes over and every single car is a Honda. Like all seven of them.
Then there is the black yuppy couple. Perfectly manicured yard, drive mercedes, no kids.
The indian couple next door. They have a kid now. I think he used to be single and a cab driver. There used to be four cabs parked outside but now there is just one and the Tahoe.
Hahaha, that doesn't sound like such a bad neighbor! We have been in our cul de sac 4 years and don't know any of our neighbors names.
They are known as:
The Hooker - because she looks like a washed up old stripper, has 4 or 5 "boyfriends" at a time - which change out regularly, doesn't work, and has a stripper pole in her garage.
The Firefighter - obvious.
The Crazy and his wife - because he's a lunatic who like to play peeping tom and tell me things like I have to get rid of my dogs because he's afraid of big dogs, lean a ladder up to our fence so he can look into our backyard, practice law illigally out of his house, close in his garage without a permit, build two storage sheds on an easement without a permit, have a jungle for a backyard where he keeps freaking chickens, ... I could go on.
The Divorcee (the Crazy's wife's daughter), or as my husband calls her, The Hottie. Early 30s, recently divorced, and spends a lot of time in spandex bent over in front of our house.
The How-Many-People-Live-In-That-Housers - there are at least 6 people living there - Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, and two daughters - yet they are my favorite neighbors. Their yard is well kept, they keep to themselves, and wave when they drive by.
And the Sad Single Dad - a man who is obviously not happy to be divorced
And that is the extent of what I know about my neighbors.
Hahahahahahahahhahaha!!!
Oh and I totally forgot, I do know one name ... around the corner, my husband is buddies with this one guy, Mike. Mike spends every single possible afternoon of every season sitting in a lawn chair in his driveway watching sports on the TV that's in his garage, avoiding his life partner who comes outside and gets super jealous when my husband drops by to talk or have a beer. And yes, 4 years later we still debate over whether these two middle aged men who have lived together for 30+ years are gay. I wasn't convinced until I saw the life partner give my husband the jealous eye. They are really my favorite neighbors, because I just love how domestic they are, and how much they are like any old married couple! "Wife" inside cleaning and doing who knows what, and "husband" outside avoiding her, watching sports, and drinking beers with the neighors.
We are definitely tree huggers since we have a reel mower, and I want to be friends with Pool Party. Those sound like some fun weekends!
A fun question would be, "What do you think your neighbors' nicknames might be for you?" For us, I'm guessing, "The Baby People" or "Loves to Talk"!
We're in a double cul-de-sac and I don't really know anyone, at least not well.
I know one person that lives in the house to the right of us, and that's only because when we first moved in and I was unpacking while DH was at work, there was a HUGE grasshopper in the kitchen and I was so scared that I went over there and asked him to come get it for me. True story.
To our left is a family with 2 young children, and I can never remember any of their names, but we say hello or "Wow, they're getting so big" when we see them outside.
We have a middle-aged man who we assume has an overbearing wife directly across from us. He gets home from work at 430 every day and immediately starts doing figure-8s around the cul-de-sac in his stupid loud go cart thing and then puts it away minutes before his wife pulls in the driveway every. single. day.
We have an elderly lady who lives by herself next to go-cart-man who is apparently very lonely.. she calls 911 at least every other week but has never been transported anywhere. Seriously, there is always a fire truck or ambulance outside her house, and usually a few of the paramedics are just hanging out in front of her house with no sense of urgency. Its odd.
We have an Indian family on the street who approaches DH anytime he's outside working on something and asks to borrow his tools. Weird.
And, that's the extent of our knowledge/relationships with our neighbors. We're bad, too.
My mom has lived in her house for 11 years, the only neighbor she knows is her mother right next door. On the other side of her is a single guy who we only ever see pulling into/out of his garage. He is NEVER outside. Never seen him mow, never seen him check his mail, never seen him outside of his car pulling in or out. In ELEVEN years. And he keeps his front room blinds just slightly cracked, so we have always called him "Sneaky Peeky Man".
The O'Baby Blog
We're going to a Halloween party diagonally across the street on Saturday.
The people that live directly across the street are pretty anti-social. It's a mom, her mid-20's daughter, her daughter's boyfriend, and her daughter's 7 year old daughter. We came home one day to find cop cars surrounding the house. Apparently the daughter beat up her boyfriend, then tried to fight the cop. They tackled her in the front yard and took her to jail. As they were loading her into the cop car, her mom pulled up with the little girl. She got out of the car and asked what her troublemaker daughter had done this time.
The boyfriend wasn't around for about 2 weeks, but he's back now...he does all of their yard work and hangs all the Christmas decor.
The Blog
At our old house, we knew nobody on our street. My husband had met a few of them when he moved in 15 years ago, but never built a relationship. To be fair, two houses were rentals that turned over a lot, the lady across the street is in really poor health, and the person next door was just kind of odd.
We're in a new area now and we were kind of disappointed when we moved in and not a single person came by to introduce themselves, even after we'd been in the house a while. We ended up taking around baked goods to meet people and found that two of our neighbors are really nice and exchanged emails and phone numbers. The other just seemed annoyed that we came by.
We host a block party every year for everyone on our street. Its a great way to meet your neighbors. I don't love all of them, but its nice to meet everyone. Since we've lived there about a dozen kids have been born/moved in, so its nice to know the other families.
The old guy across the street and his nice wife who usually waves.
The divorcee next door, occasionally visited by his car door slamming kids. They're all fond on hanging out in the front yard all day, playing basketball late at night, and playing frisbee in the street. Also have some awesome paper m?ch? mushrooms in their overgrown flowerbeds (hope you got the sarcasm there).
The nice people with two little kids who like to decorate for the holidays in a big way, and who have a gigantic dog.
The really, really old people with the most leaf-free lawn and driveway you've ever seen.
And the new people, who moved in a couple months ago, and look like they're about our age. We should really introduce ourselves.
The only neighbor we do know is the little old lady who lives behind us. She calls a lot to ask questions about our dogs, and always gives them treats if she sees them outside (with our permission). If the dogs ever go missing, she's my top dog-napping suspect.
**the nestie formerly known as karen2508**