Neighbors...

Armistead · 05-07-11, 09:29 AM

I grew up on a farm as a kid. Up until 8 years ago I had a small farm, about 20 acres, barns, etc. Years ago a tornado took out my barns, damaged the house, etc, getting old and blessed with a nerve disease moved into a neighborhood. Lot's are about 3/4 acres, but generally houses beside each other, you can say hey to your neighbor without yelling.

I have a strange one. The couple is very geek, both work in labs. It use to be common for him to crank up a chainsaw at 11pm or hear him mowing grass with a push mower, wearing that silly lighted miners helmet late at night.

Now he's into chickens..We live in the city limits. These are some big egg layers, a Rooster. They can get rather loud night and day. I can hear them easily when I sleep and of course every cluck makes my dog bark...It's becoming an issue. Started with a few, now appears he has about 20.

Anyway, another dumb thread, let's hear you best or worse neighbor stories..

Torplexed · 05-07-11, 09:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Armistead

Now he's into chickens..We live in the city limits. These are some big egg layers, a Rooster. They can get rather loud night and day. I can hear them easily when I sleep and of course every cluck makes my dog bark...It's becoming an issue. Started with a few, now appears he has about 20.

I have a suburban neighbor who decided to get into chickens. The clucks I don't mind. The rats their food attracts in droves I could do without.

Oberon · 05-07-11, 09:40 AM

We had one that had bee hives. You can imagine how much fun that was in the summer...particularly mowing the lawn. Bees LOVE lawnmowers...

nikimcbee · 05-08-11, 10:32 AM

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Originally Posted by Oberon

We had one that had bee hives. You can imagine how much fun that was in the summer...particularly mowing the lawn. Bees LOVE lawnmowers...

especially the Africanized bees

Jimbuna · 05-08-11, 11:44 AM

He'll be fine...he just needs to wear one of these when he mows the lawn

magic452 · 05-09-11, 01:21 AM

The only time I had really bad neighbors was several years ago.
It wasn't really the neighbor but his two dogs. Beautiful Dobermans like the ones on Magnum PI TV series.

On the weekends or in the evenings the dogs were as good as gold.
But as soon as the owner went to work they would start barking and they would not stop until he returned, absolutely non stop. I have never encountered such dogs. They would be horse by evening.

I worked mostly nights and my other neighbor had to move as she was a night nurse at the local hospital. Neither of could sleep.
Every neighbor including myself complained to Animal Control. I spoke to the guy a couple of times.

The dogs were well cared for and not mistreated at all, big yard so plenty of room for exercise. They had fresh water and food. He did everything he could to keep them quite but to no avail.

I was on the verge of doing something drastic when he told me that he was moving to an outlaying area to get the dogs away from people.
He wanted to keep his dogs and I can't say I blame him for they were beautiful dogs. I suppose that a good trainer could have fixed the problem but he didn't have the money.

Magic

Armistead · 05-07-11, 09:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Torplexed

I have a suburban neighbor who decided to get into chickens. The clucks I don't mind. The rats their food attracts in droves I could do without.

I see a rat, we'll be having a neighborhood chicken barbecue.

Platapus · 05-07-11, 11:09 AM

When I was living in Utah, I was renting an apartment in this rat-trap house. My neighbours were a bunch of buttheads and played their loud music with no consideration for anyone else.

Well the wiring in the house was not so good. I knew that two of the more obnoxious were big football fans (as I had to listen to them on Sundays)

Comes the Superbowl. I think this would be a good time to vacuum my apartment. Which I did for almost four hours, which takes a lot of doing considering my apartment was about 200 sq feet.

Gee, I hope my vacuuming did not scramble their TV sets. That would be bad. Too bad my cheap vacuum cleaner was so loud that I could not hear the knocking on my door...

Just like they could not hear my knocking on their door when they were blasting their music late in the weeknight.

Having a clean carpet is important.

Gerald · 05-07-11, 11:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Platapus

When I was living in Utah, I was renting an apartment in this rat-trap house. My neighbours were a bunch of buttheads and played their loud music with no consideration for anyone else.

Well the wiring in the house was not so good. I knew that two of the more obnoxious were big football fans (as I had to listen to them on Sundays)

Comes the Superbowl. I think this would be a good time to vacuum my apartment. Which I did for almost four hours, which takes a lot of doing considering my apartment was about 200 sq feet.

Gee, I hope my vacuuming did not scramble their TV sets. That would be bad. Too bad my cheap vacuum cleaner was so loud that I could not hear the knocking on my door...

Just like they could not hear my knocking on their door when they were blasting their music late in the weeknight.

Having a clean carpet is important.

Torplexed · 05-07-11, 11:27 AM

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Originally Posted by Platapus

Having a clean carpet is important.

Revenge is a dish best served with a cold beer.

Armistead · 05-07-11, 11:39 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Platapus

When I was living in Utah, I was renting an apartment in this rat-trap house. My neighbours were a bunch of buttheads and played their loud music with no consideration for anyone else.

Well the wiring in the house was not so good. I knew that two of the more obnoxious were big football fans (as I had to listen to them on Sundays)

Comes the Superbowl. I think this would be a good time to vacuum my apartment. Which I did for almost four hours, which takes a lot of doing considering my apartment was about 200 sq feet.

Gee, I hope my vacuuming did not scramble their TV sets. That would be bad. Too bad my cheap vacuum cleaner was so loud that I could not hear the knocking on my door...

Just like they could not hear my knocking on their door when they were blasting their music late in the weeknight.

Having a clean carpet is important.

Hah, reminds of being in my late 20's living in a second floor apt. The downstairs neighbors would do a cookout, loud music, rowdy, prolly 20 of them. I told them to calm it down several times. I use to be a hell of a man then, jump off roofs, benchpress 400lbs, etc...One of them told me to shut the F up. I got so mad I jumped off my second floor balcony, not a big drop, gonna go whoop some arse...I broke my leg. Course I tried to walk off with a lil pride, but they got the last laugh.

Gerald · 05-07-11, 12:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Armistead

Hah, reminds of being in my late 20's living in a second floor apt. The downstairs neighbors would do a cookout, loud music, rowdy, prolly 20 of them. I told them to calm it down several times. I use to be a hell of a man then, jump off roofs, benchpress 400lbs, etc...One of them told me to shut the F up. I got so mad I jumped off my second floor balcony, not a big drop, gonna go whoop some arse...I broke my leg. Course I tried to walk off with a lil pride, but they got the last laugh.

Broke my leg,ouch, that must have hurt, hope that you sent the bill to the neighbor,

UnderseaLcpl · 05-07-11, 12:36 PM

The house I'm currently renting is in a suburb of Fort Worth. At least, it looked like a suburb when I signed the lease. As it turns out, the neighborhood is some kind of were-neighborhood; normal by day, but at night it turns into a ghetto, or more precisely, a barrio. My first clue was when I found a passed-out mexican dude on my lawn one morning during my first week of residence.

Pretty much every night is the same thing. Loud music from car stereos, shouting, the laughter of rowdy drunk people, and the faint smell of pot upon the warm twilight breeze. I'd call the cops, but they show up pretty regularly on their own, not that it does any good.

It was on one of these lovely evenings that my room-mates and I, along with some mutual acquaintances, were....I believe the parlance is "chilling"... on the back porch when across the street there arose such a clatter that one of said acquaintances and I sprang from our lawn-chairs to see what was the matter. Then what to our wondering eyes did appear, but a tatted latino male, cowering in fear.

He rushed towards my companion and I,
Gibbering in Spanglish I did not recognize.

There was but one word that I gathered from this,
The word was matar, in the infinitive.

Matar is Spanish, meaning to kill,
but IIRC it was meant in a tense akin to "they will".

As I tried to make sense of this amidst his rambling, three more latino males appeared,
not quite walking, but not quite shambling.

Each of the three held a blade of some size,
Fifteen centimeters or so apiece, at least to my eyes.

'Twas then that cause of his fear was apparent,
These men wished to stab him, for some deed they found errant.

Not knowing the cause, and not really caring,
My companion and I sheltered the man they found erring.

I gently suggested that they should get lost,
But still they advanced, not giving a toss.

As much as I love fighting people with knives,
There was clearly a need to re-strategize.

It was then that I chose to employ one more friend,
One with a business-minded nine-millimeter end.

The friend I refer to is my P38,
1943, of quality Walther make.

Then upon the assailants it finally dawned,
That they should take my advice and get the **** off my lawn.

The tatted latino was taken away,
Safe with the cops who were fashionably late.

Clearly, I am not schooled in proper verse,
In fact, I destroyed it,
But that is my poem,
And I hope you enjoyed it.

Growler · 05-08-11, 08:46 AM

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Originally Posted by UnderseaLcpl

The house I'm currently renting is in a suburb of Fort Worth. ...

Did you write this? That's some funny sh- right there!

Gerald · 05-07-11, 09:46 AM

One of my neighbors to clean their house every Sunday at 06:00, sharp, which means a vacuum cleaner that sounds like a jet, and his woman who mows the lawn, trim with a scissors, manually

and then, not only that it will play loud music, which I am compelled to respond with something to play Rnb or equivalent so that I can hear my music "only" ... and their cleaning cycles, you can set the time after, year-round

05-07-11, 09:29 AM	#1
Armistead Rear Admiral Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: on the Dan Posts: 10,880 Downloads: 364 Uploads: 0	Neighbors... I grew up on a farm as a kid. Up until 8 years ago I had a small farm, about 20 acres, barns, etc. Years ago a tornado took out my barns, damaged the house, etc, getting old and blessed with a nerve disease moved into a neighborhood. Lot's are about 3/4 acres, but generally houses beside each other, you can say hey to your neighbor without yelling. I have a strange one. The couple is very geek, both work in labs. It use to be common for him to crank up a chainsaw at 11pm or hear him mowing grass with a push mower, wearing that silly lighted miners helmet late at night. Now he's into chickens..We live in the city limits. These are some big egg layers, a Rooster. They can get rather loud night and day. I can hear them easily when I sleep and of course every cluck makes my dog bark...It's becoming an issue. Started with a few, now appears he has about 20. Anyway, another dumb thread, let's hear you best or worse neighbor stories..

05-08-11, 11:44 AM	#5
Jimbuna Chief of the Boat Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: 250 metres below the surface Posts: 190,445 Downloads: 63 Uploads: 13	He'll be fine...he just needs to wear one of these when he mows the lawn __________________ Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something. Oh my God, not again!!

05-09-11, 01:21 AM	#6
magic452 Sea Lord Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Reno Nevada USA Posts: 1,860 Downloads: 85 Uploads: 0	The only time I had really bad neighbors was several years ago. It wasn't really the neighbor but his two dogs. Beautiful Dobermans like the ones on Magnum PI TV series. On the weekends or in the evenings the dogs were as good as gold. But as soon as the owner went to work they would start barking and they would not stop until he returned, absolutely non stop. I have never encountered such dogs. They would be horse by evening. I worked mostly nights and my other neighbor had to move as she was a night nurse at the local hospital. Neither of could sleep. Every neighbor including myself complained to Animal Control. I spoke to the guy a couple of times. The dogs were well cared for and not mistreated at all, big yard so plenty of room for exercise. They had fresh water and food. He did everything he could to keep them quite but to no avail. I was on the verge of doing something drastic when he told me that he was moving to an outlaying area to get the dogs away from people. He wanted to keep his dogs and I can't say I blame him for they were beautiful dogs. I suppose that a good trainer could have fixed the problem but he didn't have the money. Magic __________________ Reported lost 11 Feb. 1942 Signature by depthtok33l

05-07-11, 11:09 AM	#8
Platapus Fleet Admiral Join Date: Oct 2006 Posts: 19,360 Downloads: 63 Uploads: 0	When I was living in Utah, I was renting an apartment in this rat-trap house. My neighbours were a bunch of buttheads and played their loud music with no consideration for anyone else. Well the wiring in the house was not so good. I knew that two of the more obnoxious were big football fans (as I had to listen to them on Sundays) Comes the Superbowl. I think this would be a good time to vacuum my apartment. Which I did for almost four hours, which takes a lot of doing considering my apartment was about 200 sq feet. Gee, I hope my vacuuming did not scramble their TV sets. That would be bad. Too bad my cheap vacuum cleaner was so loud that I could not hear the knocking on my door... Just like they could not hear my knocking on their door when they were blasting their music late in the weeknight. Having a clean carpet is important. __________________ abusus non tollit usum - A right should NOT be withheld from people on the basis that some tend to abuse that right.

05-07-11, 12:36 PM	#13
UnderseaLcpl Silent Hunter Join Date: May 2008 Location: Storming the beaches! Posts: 4,254 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	The house I'm currently renting is in a suburb of Fort Worth. At least, it looked like a suburb when I signed the lease. As it turns out, the neighborhood is some kind of were-neighborhood; normal by day, but at night it turns into a ghetto, or more precisely, a barrio. My first clue was when I found a passed-out mexican dude on my lawn one morning during my first week of residence. Pretty much every night is the same thing. Loud music from car stereos, shouting, the laughter of rowdy drunk people, and the faint smell of pot upon the warm twilight breeze. I'd call the cops, but they show up pretty regularly on their own, not that it does any good. It was on one of these lovely evenings that my room-mates and I, along with some mutual acquaintances, were....I believe the parlance is "chilling"... on the back porch when across the street there arose such a clatter that one of said acquaintances and I sprang from our lawn-chairs to see what was the matter. Then what to our wondering eyes did appear, but a tatted latino male, cowering in fear. He rushed towards my companion and I, Gibbering in Spanglish I did not recognize. There was but one word that I gathered from this, The word was matar, in the infinitive. Matar is Spanish, meaning to kill, but IIRC it was meant in a tense akin to "they will". As I tried to make sense of this amidst his rambling, three more latino males appeared, not quite walking, but not quite shambling. Each of the three held a blade of some size, Fifteen centimeters or so apiece, at least to my eyes. 'Twas then that cause of his fear was apparent, These men wished to stab him, for some deed they found errant. Not knowing the cause, and not really caring, My companion and I sheltered the man they found erring. I gently suggested that they should get lost, But still they advanced, not giving a toss. As much as I love fighting people with knives, There was clearly a need to re-strategize. It was then that I chose to employ one more friend, One with a business-minded nine-millimeter end. The friend I refer to is my P38, 1943, of quality Walther make. Then upon the assailants it finally dawned, That they should take my advice and get the **** off my lawn. The tatted latino was taken away, Safe with the cops who were fashionably late. Clearly, I am not schooled in proper verse, In fact, I destroyed it, But that is my poem, And I hope you enjoyed it. __________________ I stole this sig from Task Force

05-07-11, 09:40 AM	#3
Oberon Lucky Jack Join Date: Jul 2002 Posts: 25,976 Downloads: 61 Uploads: 20	We had one that had bee hives. You can imagine how much fun that was in the summer...particularly mowing the lawn. Bees *LOVE* lawnmowers...

05-07-11, 09:46 AM	#15
Gerald SUBSIM Newsman Join Date: May 2008 Location: Close to sea Posts: 24,254 Downloads: 553 Uploads: 0	One of my neighbors to clean their house every Sunday at 06:00, sharp, which means a vacuum cleaner that sounds like a jet, and his woman who mows the lawn, trim with a scissors, manually and then, not only that it will play loud music, which I am compelled to respond with something to play Rnb or equivalent so that I can hear my music "only" ... and their cleaning cycles, you can set the time after, year-round __________________ Nothing in life is to be feard,it is only to be understood. Marie Curie