Neighbors

[John McClain]

So how do you relate to your neighbors? I live in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood cul-de-sac. I have nice, unobtrusive neighbors. One is an African American Jehovah's Witness and HS football coach; one is a retired Hispanic couple; one is a Morrocan banker; one is a house for sale. But I have one neighbor family that can only be described as dysfunctional white trash. They keep their house in good shape, but they have a couple of junky cars they occasionally park in the front yard. Their kids probably do drugs; one of them has dropped out of school. The parents are emotionally divorced but remain together, so they fight frequently (and we hear them loud and clear). I like them as persons, but have conflicting feelings having them as neighbors. I am working on having more Christian thoughts towards them.

[wuapinmon]

Aside from the meth dealers across the street, I have great neighbors, though they're all retired, and a little racist. A black man bought a house catty corner to us, and I think we're the only ones who've really welcomed him. I've gotten a few, "Who's going to inherit that house when he dies," from them, but I don't have the heart too tell them, "Well, you're not going to be around to worry about that." He's great. We make jam and pickles for each other. They borrow my tools, I help them change lightbulbs, they bring my kids presents during the holidays. Nice stuff.

The only place we've had lousy neighbors was Provo.

[il Padrino Ute]

The neighbors on either side of my house - two to the south and four to the north, the house directly across the street with three to the south and one to the north are all retired couples/widows/widowers. The neighbors directly behind us with both houses on either side are retired.

They all like each other - all but one have been living in these homes for 30 plus years - but they all don't like us in the sense that we have kids who act like kids.

Our relationship is basically we leave them alone and ignore them their complaints about how out of control they think our kids are.

There was one neighbor who was a retired whom I considered a friend, but he passed away a few years ago.

[mUUser]

Seriously awesome neighbors. The whole bunch.

I texted one tonight to ask him how his well repairs were going, and to complain that I was having a problem with "air" in our system tonight. He promptly replied, "finishing dinner, will change clothes and be right over."

Does this all the time. Isn't a busy body, but is Johnny on-the-spot to help.

[Levin]

Our neighbors are a mixed bag.

We have a lesbian couple with two kids, and they're great. We have barbecues, watch each others' kids, chat on the street in the evening as the kids play, just great, relaxed neighbors. Same with two other families on the streete and two aged widowers -- great, easy-going, normal, neighborly, etc.

But there are two neighbors who have forgotten what it's like to be human. Our immediate neighbor is a 40-year old woman lawyer bitch who got married late in life to a secret service agent, and she has lived her life in a controlled office environment and her air-conditioned BMW. Our kids are not allowed to walk on her driveway or grass. Here's a typical anecdote: this past Easter we hosted a neighborhood Easter egg hunt, and had the whole neighborhood over for sweet rolls and orange juice. I invited Diane and Patrick, and they said no. Later that week, Diane told my wife instead of asking if they wanted to join us for sweet rolls and orange juice, what we really should have asked was whether we could walk on their driveway (some of the neighbors, gasp, walked on their driveway to get to our backyard).

I have a speech for her, which I'll never give. But she's the typical older woman who is bitter about the life choices she's made, and she's lost all skills to flexibly navigate the world of social interactions where people are not always controlled or controllable.

[old_gregg]

But she's the typical older woman who is bitter about the life choices she's made, and she's lost all skills to flexibly navigate the world of social interactions where people are not always controlled or controllable.

[falafel]

Our neighbors are a mixed bag.

We have a lesbian couple with two kids, and they're great. We have barbecues, watch each others' kids, chat on the street in the evening as the kids play, just great, relaxed neighbors. Same with two other families on the streete and two aged widowers -- great, easy-going, normal, neighborly, etc.

But there are two neighbors who have forgotten what it's like to be human. Our immediate neighbor is a 40-year old woman lawyer bitch who got married late in life to a secret service agent, and she has lived her life in a controlled office environment and her air-conditioned BMW. Our kids are not allowed to walk on her driveway or grass. Here's a typical anecdote: this past Easter we hosted a neighborhood Easter egg hunt, and had the whole neighborhood over for sweet rolls and orange juice. I invited Diane and Patrick, and they said no. Later that week, Diane told my wife instead of asking if they wanted to join us for sweet rolls and orange juice, what we really should have asked was whether we could walk on their driveway (some of the neighbors, gasp, walked on their driveway to get to our backyard).

I have a speech for her, which I'll never give. But she's the typical older woman who is bitter about the life choices she's made, and she's lost all skills to flexibly navigate the world of social interactions where people are not always controlled or controllable.

Glad to meet another person who uses this term.

[UteStar]

Have awesome neighbors who come over and hang out all the time. Tons of kids next door to us and behind us. Seriously, it is fabulous. I think I also bring a lot of joy to others in the neighborhood as well, maybe even a bit more joy to them than they do to us, but its all good.

[Donuthole]

Glad to meet another person who uses this term.

The questions is, is he using it to mean "cinnamon rolls" the way you do. I'm guessing no (but I could be wrong).

[falafel]

The questions is, is he using it to mean "cinnamon rolls" the way you do. I'm guessing no (but I could be wrong).

What the hell else could he mean? A roll with sugar? Gross.

[creekster]

The questions is, is he using it to mean "cinnamon rolls" the way you do. I'm guessing no (but I could be wrong).

sweet rolls are not cinnamon rolls.

[falafel]

sweet rolls are not cinnamon rolls.

They are, at least 50% of the time.

http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&rlz=&q=sweet%20rolls&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&biw=1114&bih=824

[cowboy]

My nearest neighbor is a quarter mile away. He's an old paratrooper who dropped behind enemy lines on D-Day. He's a crusty old fart, but a pretty good guy. He has another neighbor that he hates, and he's always telling me that the other neighbor is lucky it's not 1945 when he was fresh back from Germany, or he'd cap him like he did the Germans in the Battle of the Bulge.

My only other adjacant neighbor lives about a mile away, and I rent his farm. He's a good guy. A lot of people neighbor our rangeland, and some are idiots, but most a good folks.

[Slim]

I've got a couple of good neighbors with good kids. Then I've got an old man who likes to scowl at me and flick cigarette butts into my yard which happens to be between his house and the mailbox (lucky me). Flicks them into the same spot every time. He does this every day and I get really sick of cleaning them up.

[falafel]

I've got a couple of good neighbors with good kids. Then I've got an old man who likes to scowl at me and flick cigarette butts into my yard which happens to be between his house and the mailbox (lucky me). Flicks them into the same spot every time. He does this every day and I get really sick of cleaning them up.

My neighbor right next to me had this problem with the neighbor on the other side of her (both are women). She finally wrote a somewhat rude note telling the smoker to cut it out. The smoker came over the next day and got a little pissy at her and pushed the non-smoker in the chest with her index finger, so the non-smoker punched the smoker in the face.

You could try that.