Things were tough before and during the time when Kyler was born. We were beyond poor. We were two college kids, who didn't have a pot to pee in. We learned that you can make Ramen noodles go a long way. You can make generic mac and cheese with water instead of milk. We learned that if you ordered Little Caesar's on Wednesday ($5 deal), you would have enough pizza for lunch for the rest of the week. We learned lots of things back in those days. Luckily, we haven't had to employ many of those tips lately. . .
When I was pregnant and until Kyler was almost a year old, we lived in a one-bedroom apartment. A one-bedroom apartment that had very thin walls. Did I mention Kyler had colic for the first 3 or 4 months? We were well-loved, I'm sure. I consider it revenge, however, for what happened when I was pregnant.
As is typical of apartment living, we were constantly getting new neighbors. Most of the time, we all kept to ourselves. When I became pregnant, however, we suddenly got the worst neighbor ever. This young man was an EMT or fireman or something that resulted in extremely weird hours. You didn't have to wonder, however if he was home. His music and his friends made sure we were aware of any times when he was in his apartment. 3 am or 3 pm didn't seem to matter. His radio was louder than our tv--you could not watch tv if he was home because you couldn't hear it.
My husband and I complained to each other repeatedly about the noise, the mysterious liquid that would flow from his deck onto ours. . ., and the general rudeness of this guy. My husband also mentioned that EVERY time he pulled up, this man was watching him and giving him an evil look. Weird, I thought.
This kept on for several months during my pregnancy. Neither Kev nor I wanted to cause problems by going to the managment, so we lived with the noise. We kept hoping he would move. Finally, I had enough one night. These guys were sitting on the deck and I asked them ever so politely (ahem) to be quiet. They laughed at me. I was so mad when Kevin finally got home. I told him the same story. By this time, the guy had left.
However, Kevin told me that he saw the guy "watching" him from his window when he pulled in. He was going to put a stop to this nonsense. We left to go speak to the managment. As we did, Kevin (who in his defense, always worked nights and came in at dawn) pointed to our "neighbor," who was indeed looking out his window. . .Our neighbor had a cardboard cutout of. . .(Drumroll, please). . . James Dean. James Dean (as a cardboard cutout) had been stalking my husband for months!
Again, I think we got our revenge with a colicy newborn. The noisy neighbor moved out within a month of Kyler's birth.
Ok, you all have had bad neighbors at some point. Spill. What's the worst you've had?
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Good post idea! And very funny. ;)
Too bad I can't think of any bad neighbors that we had.
I suspect the bad neighbors were usually US.
Right now we have a dog that considers our whole dirt road his "territory." He considers himself friends with all our neighbors. I don't know if they share the sentiment.
When we lived in the apartment, the neighbors above us kept weird hours also... They would start doing their dishes, laundry, vacumming, and what I'm sure was step aerobics in their living room around 11pm and would be loud until about 4am. My kids didn't sleep thru the night the entire time we lived there.
Arrrggghhhh. SOOOOO glad that's over!!!!
I was a young single mom living in an upstairs apartment. My downstairs neighbor would bang on the ceiling with a broom at the hint of noise... and I wasn't really noisy. I could walk from my bedroom to my living room in bare feet and she would banging like mad. Once Matt (1 year old) found my pan cupboard and delightfully banged one on the ground. She freaked out. I moved to a ground level apartment to get away from her insanity. Four months later she murdered the next person who lived in that apartment because of his noise. The thought still gives me heebie jeebies.
Other than that, I had no bad neighbors, but some rotten family members who needed to stay with me a while. I will never do that again!
My Sophomore year of college my upstairs neighbors would run around their halls playing obnoxious music and growling at each other at all hours. It was horrid.
Oh my gosh. I just read Jenn's comment.
WOW
Was that when you lived in my town? Because that sounds just like someone I know!
We have a neighbor now who has a truck that he only drives to work. He is usually pulling a LONG trailer, and he always parks right in front of our house. When I look out my kitchen window all I see is that dumb trailer. They're nice people, so we've never said anything. But it's so annoying.
Had neighbors that smoked illegal substances and it seeped through the walls and "made-up" from their fights at all hours of the night.
no doubt about it--Jenn wins the scary neighbor award!!
We had an adorable alcholic, who loved God, the final straw (believe me there were too many straws to put here) was when he climbed on the roof naked with his guitar and sang songs of praise at full belt... yes we rushed the kids inside...lol
soounds like the coliky babe saved you from James dean...:)
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