A right to celebrations
* Warning...this post was written in anger toward my neighbors. The views expressed herein are a product of being woken up in the first time in months by not babies screaming, but by the idiot neighbors....*
Last night, at 12:01, Lauren and I were awaken by the sound of celebration from our 'lovely' neighbors. It's funny, the neighbors directly north and south of us are perfectly normal, nice people. One lady lives alone, is a young professional, and is always very nice when she is around. The family to our south is also very nice, a young man and woman with two boys about 10 and 12 years old and a young girl around 3 or 4. She's a nurse, and he is a car wash repairman. They were so nice, when we brought the girls home they noticed that we had been gone for a while (when we stayed in the hospital and NICU) and then that there were a lot of extra cars around the house (my parents and Lauren's parents) and they just assumed that the twins had arrived. So one night, around Halloween, we heard a knock on our door and low and behold, there stood the neighbor with a little gift bag for us with diapers and baby wipes, and a card that said "If you ever need help, even just someone to watch the babies while you take a shower, you know where we live." A very nice gesture.
Now, the rest of the neighborhood is crap. I can say with a pretty good amount of certainty that for every person with common sense and decency for their fellow cookie cutter neighborhood dwellers, there are 3 total morons. An idiot who puts up the ugliest Halloween decorations every year, and instead of taking them down, goes ahead and puts up the ugliest Christmas decorations too, and after the holidays goes ahead and leaves all of the mess out in the yard to just rot till spring, when I assume they just mow the whole mess up into little bits of confetti, to scatter around the rest of the neighborhood as trash blowing in the wind.
And there's the people who don't mow their lawns at all. They just go ahead and let the grass grow till it's a foot high...leave it that way till autumn when it starts to die off, and then mow it down... I guess it's not healthy to leave grass tall for the winter. Or something.
But the worst offender of them all...the most annoying and my most hated neighbor would have to be the pyrotechnic neighbors. The neighbors who, for whatever reason, feel that every holiday is a fireworks holiday. The 4th of July is a fireworks holiday...of course. You know...rockets' red glare and such...but what the hell do fireworks have to do with Christmas and New Years? Seriously?
At 12:01 we were awaken by the sound of a few bottle rockets and gunfire...that's standard fare here in hoosier coun'ry. "Hey Paw...it's midnight...git me ma' shotgun and let's go shoot up in the air! Yeeee Hawwww!" I've lived with it all my life, and no matter how many times the news people say "please don't fire guns in the air...the bullets DO come down eventually...morons..." someone always gets hurt by some falling lead.
So, I'm laying in bed listening to the commotion outside...just hoping that soon it would end and the drunk assholes would go back in their shacks and shut up. That's about when the guy 2 houses down...in the house formally known as "Camero Boy's house" started lighting mortars. No, not Maddie and Natalie's kind of mortars...I'm talking about the big mofo mortars you can buy that shoot 150 feet in the air and explode into a million little fireworks. The one's that rattle the windows both on takoff and on exploding.
"Booooooffff..........POW! Booooooooooooooffff............POW!"
The urge to kill was high at around 12:15 when I finally got up to see exactly where the shelling was coming from, so that I could either sneak out and rip his mailbox down and throw it through his window, or egg his house repeatedly for the next 6 months. I haven't decided what revenge I'll have, but it will be sweet.
See, Camero Boy, with his Camero and Pontiac Firebird, both with straight pipes, just moved out, and we were hopefull that this new group moving in was a little more sensible. But last night it was made clear that this was not the case...and that the guy who moved in was in fact just as annoying as the one who left.
Oh...can't wait to leave this neighborhood! Anyone know of a good place to buy rotten eggs?
Oh, by the way...HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Last night, at 12:01, Lauren and I were awaken by the sound of celebration from our 'lovely' neighbors. It's funny, the neighbors directly north and south of us are perfectly normal, nice people. One lady lives alone, is a young professional, and is always very nice when she is around. The family to our south is also very nice, a young man and woman with two boys about 10 and 12 years old and a young girl around 3 or 4. She's a nurse, and he is a car wash repairman. They were so nice, when we brought the girls home they noticed that we had been gone for a while (when we stayed in the hospital and NICU) and then that there were a lot of extra cars around the house (my parents and Lauren's parents) and they just assumed that the twins had arrived. So one night, around Halloween, we heard a knock on our door and low and behold, there stood the neighbor with a little gift bag for us with diapers and baby wipes, and a card that said "If you ever need help, even just someone to watch the babies while you take a shower, you know where we live." A very nice gesture.
Now, the rest of the neighborhood is crap. I can say with a pretty good amount of certainty that for every person with common sense and decency for their fellow cookie cutter neighborhood dwellers, there are 3 total morons. An idiot who puts up the ugliest Halloween decorations every year, and instead of taking them down, goes ahead and puts up the ugliest Christmas decorations too, and after the holidays goes ahead and leaves all of the mess out in the yard to just rot till spring, when I assume they just mow the whole mess up into little bits of confetti, to scatter around the rest of the neighborhood as trash blowing in the wind.
And there's the people who don't mow their lawns at all. They just go ahead and let the grass grow till it's a foot high...leave it that way till autumn when it starts to die off, and then mow it down... I guess it's not healthy to leave grass tall for the winter. Or something.
But the worst offender of them all...the most annoying and my most hated neighbor would have to be the pyrotechnic neighbors. The neighbors who, for whatever reason, feel that every holiday is a fireworks holiday. The 4th of July is a fireworks holiday...of course. You know...rockets' red glare and such...but what the hell do fireworks have to do with Christmas and New Years? Seriously?
At 12:01 we were awaken by the sound of a few bottle rockets and gunfire...that's standard fare here in hoosier coun'ry. "Hey Paw...it's midnight...git me ma' shotgun and let's go shoot up in the air! Yeeee Hawwww!" I've lived with it all my life, and no matter how many times the news people say "please don't fire guns in the air...the bullets DO come down eventually...morons..." someone always gets hurt by some falling lead.
So, I'm laying in bed listening to the commotion outside...just hoping that soon it would end and the drunk assholes would go back in their shacks and shut up. That's about when the guy 2 houses down...in the house formally known as "Camero Boy's house" started lighting mortars. No, not Maddie and Natalie's kind of mortars...I'm talking about the big mofo mortars you can buy that shoot 150 feet in the air and explode into a million little fireworks. The one's that rattle the windows both on takoff and on exploding.
"Booooooffff..........POW! Booooooooooooooffff............POW!"
The urge to kill was high at around 12:15 when I finally got up to see exactly where the shelling was coming from, so that I could either sneak out and rip his mailbox down and throw it through his window, or egg his house repeatedly for the next 6 months. I haven't decided what revenge I'll have, but it will be sweet.
See, Camero Boy, with his Camero and Pontiac Firebird, both with straight pipes, just moved out, and we were hopefull that this new group moving in was a little more sensible. But last night it was made clear that this was not the case...and that the guy who moved in was in fact just as annoying as the one who left.
Oh...can't wait to leave this neighborhood! Anyone know of a good place to buy rotten eggs?
Oh, by the way...HAPPY NEW YEAR!
