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I would like to poll all plimates about their neighbors.
(or neighbours in some case)

I have a redneck neighbor with "Family, Faith, Freedom, vote for Huckabee" sign on their yard (my children keep reading all words there as if it started with an F, just for the sake of alliteration)
My other neighbor is gay, and he comes home late, and sleeps late so I dont see him very often.

The third one living opposite to me is democrat and since we have this 2 elections system here on one she voted for Obama, on the other for Hillary. It seems she would really want a black male who is white female as a president, I am just happy Michael Jackson did not run this time for the office.

My diagonal neighbors, well, one of them is a Cuban refugee, his family does not seem to speak much English, so there is not much communication between us, but I know he is in prison now for beating up a policeman who tried to tell him to turn their music down a bit in the middle of the night. One of the neighbors probably couldnt sleep (not me, just to remind you).
The other diagonal neighbors do not speak to me any longer because they kept bringing their dogs to take a dump on my front yard and my attempts beg them not to do so were in vain, so I told them if this happens again I will shot the dogs. Even if I dont have a gun this threatening gave the results I wanted but they dont talk to me or any member of my family ever since.

So these are my neighbors. What can you tell about yours?

I don't really know much about mine. We wave and say hi, but that's it. Of course, most of my neighbors are MP's...

Mine are loud and like to have sex at 1-2 in the morning on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Spam...I think you wrote the plot to DEP's next story.

I live in an apartment/condo in downtown Vancouver. It took me a while to get to know the people who live around me, largely because I'm almost never home.

There is an older couple who lives on one side of us; we met each other while tending our "mini-gardens" (aka flowers and herbs in planters out on the balcony), and now she takes care of my plants when Mr. Monkey and I are gone. I've also lent her countless cups of sugar and emergency eggs and pinches of rosemary, etc, and that works opposite, too. It's nice.

Our other neighbours are weird/normal. Weird to me, normal to here. They're you're typical Vancouverites; they're vegans, DINKs, and they have two (IMO) ugly little dogs that they let lick their faces all of the time. They're those people who will spend a ridiculous sum of money on brand-name yoga pants and need top-of-the-line outdoor gear, yet they spend only a fraction of their time in the real wildnerness. They're quiet, though, so I can't complain.

I don't know my other neighbours. This bothers me, as I was raised as a little country girl and knew everyone for a 40 mile radius.

We're moving late this year or early next year, so maybe I'll get to know all of my neighbours then.

I live in a dorm at a college. I have one really close set of neighbors. Close as in our doors form a right angle to each other. One is an older lady in her late 30's. She is a junior. She is very into acting and I think she has been in some famous plays. She smells vaguely like ginger. She also likes to cook and make sauces. Her mother is in her 70's and sometimes comes to visit. She sometimes writes and draws little notes to us on the whiteboard we have on our door. Her roommate is a senior. She is very quiet and I always bump into her around corners and things.
Across the hall in the opposite corner are a couple of boys. Their room is messy but neither of them spend much time in there. They are very social and spend a lot of time hanging with the ladies on the floor. Both are freshman and I don't really know either of them.

okay. So one neighbor is a family of four who i really don't talk to unless i see them in their front yard, i say hello. 2 of the homes next to mine are 'for sale'. one neighbor across from me owns something like 12 cars, all in various stages of disrepair. he's one of those guys who feels the need to acquire old broken down vehicles, but rarely work on them. it's a pain in the ass because all his old junkers line the already crowded street.

my other neighbor threatened to shoot my dogs if he ever caught them pooping on his lawn, so i don't talk to him.

To the left, I have some rednecks who like to use chainsaws all the time. To my right I have an old woman who likes to stare me down every time I go outside.
Behind me I have a couple who's dog never shuts up.
Diagonally behind me I have a couple with kids who never shut up.
In front of me I have a field, but deep into the woods behind the field I have neighbors who had a murder investigation a bit ago.
A body showed up on their property.
I don't know what ever happened with that...

We live in an end unit town house. Our neighboring house had been unoccupied for almost a year. Last month a couple with a little girl (almost 2 I guess) moved in. They are pretty quiet (quieter than we are). I'm pretty sure they both work in the graphic arts/design field, maybe for educational institutions? He grows flowers in pots on the back porch. She hasn't quite mastered the art of parallel parking.

Okay dammit... If no one else is going to ask, I will: DINKs?

I just moved. I know nobody. Yet.

This thread made me think of this:

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Since I am one...Double Income, No Kids.

suebe holds a priest hostage in her apartment

Years ago, I had the downstairs neighbor from hell. I was living in a 6 story apartment building on the top floor. An 85 year old woman lived below me. I had been living there a number of years, when she decided that I was holding a priest hostage in my apartment with a gun.

She started dialing 911, whether I was home or not, to complain that she could hear the priest calling out for help.

She called the police at all times of day, morning, during the day, evening, middle of the night. Since she was talking about a hostage situation the police responded accordingly, with SWAT teams coming up the stairwell and fire escape, ambulance crew with gurney for the injured priest.

Most of my neighbors on that floor were elderly as well – I was the “kid” on the floor. They would come out in the middle of the night in their bathrobes to defend my honor to the police. They would also call me during the day if the SWAT teams showed up while I was at work. As for myself, if the police came during the night, I always wore my beautiful red satin bathrobe, to impress NY’s Finest.

My downstairs neighbor had also decided that I was really the previous tenant still living in the apartment and started shouting obscenities about what a f**king whore I was, I should be kicked out…on and on. If she was screaming in the bedroom late at night, I would just dial her phone (which was in the living room) and move her there for her screaming, so I could go to sleep.

Once she came up to my apartment at 5 a.m. and pounded on my door. I opened the door with the chain attached and she tried pushing the door in. I closed the door and I called the police, and they responded around 11 a.m., since, being the good citizen that I am, I didn’t call 911, I simply called the local precinct. They all knew me by then.

Also, a memo was distributed to 911 operators that if a call was received to report to my apartment, they should call me first to verify. Of course, understandably, that never happened.

These follies went on for about six months, in spurts. I would get 3 or 4 visits a week, then none for several weeks. Building management was well aware of the issue and wrote her many letters. She finally showed one of the letters to a nephew, who relocated her to a nursing home.

I got about 2 police visits after that, then they took away her phone privileges.

I really felt bad for the guy who bought the apartment below her about a month after this nonsense started. He tried to stay away as much as possible.

Thanks.

Btw... The neighbors to the left of me are a couple with two kids in college (twins, but boy and girl) and the husband works for the UN. Very nice people. The neighbors to the right are a couple where the husband is on wife #2 (wife #1 still lives in the neighborhood and the two kids are hers). Really cool people. The neighbors across the way are a couple (she's a teacher, he's an accountant) and they have one baby... He loves cheeba. (The husband, not the baby... she's a girl... and clearly too young.)

I live in a pretty cool spot.

I live in an older suburb outside of town, where everyone has 1/2 acre lots, so we aren't right on top of each other.

To our left is an older couple. He's retired military, then retired again from accounting, I believe, and she's South Korean that I believe he met overseas. They are very sweet, helpful, but he is getting older and hardly comes out anymore. She piddles in the yard daily and has been a wealth of information about plants.

My neighbors across the street rock. They like to sit out on the front porch, drink beer, and yell at us to come over when we get home late. The later it is, the drunker they are, and the louder they yell. I play golf with the husband on occasion, we cook out, and mostly drink on our or their front porch. What I absolutely love about these neighbors are they are nosy but nonjudgmental. I can't tell how many times the wife has caught one kid or another sneaking out, sneaking in, or doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. She even called us while we were in Vegas recently to let us know, our oldest, who doesn't live with us, had crashed our house. I love these people.

To our right is a quieter couple, our age. He runs a septic tank business, and comes in handy when we have a problem. We've tried to be friends with them, but it just never worked out. The way our houses our set up, we never see each other.

Diagonal to the left, is a rental home and it seems we get the same type young couple move in every year. We usually get to know them through the drinkers across the street. When drunk, they call out to all the neighbors.

Diagonal to the right, is an older couple who are both professors at a local, smaller college. You would think they would be the coolest, but they are a little weird, and very standoffish. After three years, we've exchanged maybe 5 words. He recently bought a brand new corvette that he washes religiously, every Saturday morning.

First off, you need a spanking you little whippersnapper.


Secondly in AZ a lot of the homes are separated by 7 foot cinderblock walls, so getting to know your neighbors is not as easy as it should be. We spoke to I think all of them the first week we were here. After that, nothing more than a nod if we saw each other on the street.

We held a Christmas party to try and get to know them more. Some of them showed up, one works nights, the other sent his kids over. Even with the ones who came over, it is nothing more still than a nod. I hate that actually.

In our old home one of the neighbors lives like 3 houses away and across the street. They are over 85 years old and go to our church. The last day we attended, the husband came up to me and wished us well and said "I regret that we did not get to know you better in the 8 years you were here. May God bless you in your new home."

We need to get to know our current neighbors better.

I'll be honest...I don't want to. It means being pulled into their drama. If I see something suspicious, I will call it in, but I'm happier NOT knowing all the neighborhood gossip.

My neighbors are very cool. One is a single elderly lady who, when we moved in here in '06, introduced herself by bringing us a homemade pie. She now brings over Christmas gifts for our whole family (yes, including our two dogs and our barn cat) each holiday season, and this year even brought gifts over for our daughter's birthday.
We visit occasionally, and basically talk animals and that's about it. She LOVES dogs, so she gets a kick out of our guys. We also snowblow her driveway for her in the winter, and help her with car questions. We see each other at community & political stuff, too.

The other house is owned by another family- wife, husband, 2 boys. The wife is also a stay-at-home mom, so we talk on the phone or visit each other a couple times a week. We're pretty different families (they go to church every Sunday, and are quite conservative... we've never been to church, and are quite liberal), but we don't talk religion and we rarely talk politics. Which is nice, really... the conversation is always light and we laugh a lot.

suebe inherits boyfriend’s neighbor from hell

I hooked up with my current BF about 4 years ago. We were early in our relationship and I was spending most of my time at his place.

One Friday night we were drinking adult beverages, put on a couple of CDs and were dancing.

Door bell rings.

Downstairs neighbor, a woman my age, with a female friend, come up to complain about the noise and that the door to the balcony has been slamming all night (she never uses her balcony).

We show her the door, which was propped open, so it wouldn’t be opening and closing at all.

All is well. She leaves.

The phone calls and letters start to building management and calls to police as well! Supposedly one night around 3am, we were having a knockdown drag out fight. She calls the local police because she can hear us arguing loudly.

The constable stands outside the apartment door, doesn’t hear a thing (we had been sound asleep for hours and never had a fight). She’s all upset now.

We spend the weekend at my place and BF comes back to messages from building management. His downstairs neighbor left 14 messages over the weekend complaining about the noise, door slamming, us screaming and fighting, over the weekend. Hey, we weren’t even there!

Phone calls and letters go back and forth. Finally, BF is fed up since his lease is up for renewal, this woman will not let up. We go to arbitration.

At the hearing, she talks about how we were inebriated when she came up to the apartment, and that he “touched her inappropriately” – he touched her on the shoulder. She had a friend, who was a lawyer, attend the hearing with her, but he could only testify to her character.

Cut the long story short…We get to be the “noise police” with her to report any excessive noise. We get off the hook.

That was 4 years ago. Never had another complaint from her since. She’s always friendly and cordial when we see her.

I’m convinced she had the hots for BF and was pissed when I came upon the scene full time.

mostly my family lives on my street. very much like the godfather compound and we live on staten island, BUT....we are not italian.

Currently, I live in an apartment in a house 45 minutes (train) outside of NYC. The people who own the house are really very nice, and very accommodating Italian family. The husband has his own landscaping/construction business (an Italian in construction? no, really...) and his wife takes care of the three kids. The kiddies are great, and swarm me anytime they see me... and that's cool, cause I love kids, and they're a lot of fun.

I don't really know any of the other neighbors, other than one of them left me a note on my car telling me they didn't like how I was parking. My landlord was less than pleased, and threw away the note for me.

Where I used to live, however, was more interesting.

After I graduated college, and got my first job, I needed to move away from home... but didn't have much money. So I moved into one of those "federally assisted" housing complexes. It really wasn't a bad place, although you did have a minimum and maximum house hold income you could make to live there. I made my place pretty nice, and was happy there... although, I never met a single neighbor.

I did get a lot of funny looks from everyone around there... even while driving through. First off, I'm white, and stood out a bit because of that. Secondly, I have red hair, so if the whiteness didn't cover it, the red hair sure did. Thirdly, I was one of the few people living in a single-bedroom apartment... alone. Most people had other people there with them... I was solo. Lastly, I'm kind of a neat freak, and was making enough money to buy nice things. So anyone who passed my window (when my homemade curtains were open) saw that I wasn't living with the same... let's say... difficulties they were. I got the impression the folks around there didn't love having me in that apartment.

In my two years in that apartment, I think there were 3 different families who lived next to me. The first couple moved out one night after fight... I heard shouting from next door, and then the guy yelling, "You kicked me! You kicked me!" to his girlfriend/wife/sister/other woman in the apartment. The next day they were gone. After that, was an Indian family, who lived there with a baby, and another man (not sure who he was)... it was a one-bedroom apartment, so I'm not sure where they put all those people. They moved out one day while I was at work. After that, some other people moved in, but I never got a good look at them.

I moved out a month after there was a fight in front of my apartment. It was about 2am, I was goofing off on the compute, when I heard a commotion outside. I peered through the blinds, and saw what looked like about 30 people standing around the parking lot. Then I heard, "Alright, this is gonna be a regular one... b***hes on one side, hos on the other." I have no idea what that means, but called the cops anyway. After that, I decided it was time to go.