You Heard It Here: The Neighbors — 9 Comments

  1. I had great neighbors growing up, but then I moved away from them. I couldn’t even tell you my neighbors names now & I’m lived here for about 12 years. I still consider my “first” neighbors, neighbors & they are like family to me. They have made my life so much brighter.

    • Hi Sassi,
      I think great neighbors are just like family! (Maybe even better depending on the actual family. LOL. Kidding! Mostly!) Sometimes you just don’t know how good you’ve got it until it’s gone. (That’s a song, right?) Anyway… Good neighbors definitely make life better. Thanks for dropping in.

  2. I’ve always been blessed with good neighbors. We live in the country, so even if we had the other variety, they’d be far enough away we wouldn’t have to deal with him. Interesting to think about.

    • Hi Liz,
      You are a lucky gal! I think good neighbors sometimes go unappreciated until it’s too late. Not that I didn’t appreciate mine when I had them, but I didn’t realize how frustrating the other side of that coin is. I can see the upside of living in the country with a lot of space between you and your neighbors. Thanks for coming by!

  3. I’ve had the good, cookies from Nanny down the street, to the bad, “I’ll shoot you if you walk through my yard one more time.” I’ve had screamers live below me. “Really? It couldn’t still be that good. It has to hurt after an hour and a half. Stop faking it.” I’ve had the passive aggressive kind, “Did you know that the parking leads right to my bedroom window? When people start their cars and don’t immediately drive out, my bedroom is filled with carbon monoxide.” Ah, neighbors, I’ve had and been a few.

    • Hi Maria,
      Wow! That does run the gamut. Although you made me LOL with the second one. I went from really quiet neighbors to completely gone neighbors except for the barking dog (and odd parties that end late at night under my window when it takes 20 loud minutes for them say goodnight!). Although now I have their phone number and take much glee in calling them at 11:30 at night – at wherever the hell they are – to tell them their dog has been barking for 2 hours and I’d like to go to sleep now!! Ugh. It’s getting better though. The “fiance” has started to sleep over at night…with the dog. Very interesting.