I was just wondering if anyone else had funny nicknames for their neighbors?
(...that they may or may not know about :lol: )

We have several.
One time a few years ago, the guy across the street and down a few houses had a HUGE load of tree stumps dropped off in his front yard. He was out there with an axe for weeks! My dh was talking with our immediate neighbor and good friend and said ... "What's with Paul Bunyon over there?" :lol: And he has forever been deemed "Paul Bunyon".

Our other neighbor on our right is "numbnuts". He's just different. Has no kids, 2 dogs, and is always doing something to his house. When he first moved in he put up a fence and never had it surveyed and it wound up being on our property by 5 inches. :rolleyes: Then one morning he has his boat out front and starts up the motor at 6:30 AM on a Saturday! :errr: Talk about jumping out of your skin!

The guy immediately across the street was termed "the mailman" at first because A) that's what he does and B) I never remembered his first name.

There are a few others, but I'll leave it at that for now. :lol2:

the guy diagonal from us is 'mailbox mark' because his name is mark and my dh mowed down his mailbox with the u-haul the day we moved in :lol:

In our previous appartment we lived in a tiny 2.5 room apartment on the third floor. In the summer it got extremely hot there since it was the top floor and we had no A/C. Our kitchen window was very big and broad and when it was open it was usuallly much more pleasant in the apt. The neighbors who had their living room window opposite our kitchen (and their kid's playroom opposite our BEDROOM- and that was an illegal room added during a strike!) used to constantly stand near their windows and watch us. They had 7 kids....
We called them the monkeys...

We use to have a neighbor that had a boxer and for some reason DH started calling him 'boxer boy'.

We also use to have a neighbor that we called 'redneck lady'. :lol: She had a mullet and would mow the grass in her bathing suit.

The guy next to us practices some form of martial arts that involves wielding a long metal pole around -- think Star Wars light sabers. We call him Karate Boy.

The guy behind us (his back yard butts up to ours) never comes out of his house. I've NEVER seen him and we've been there THREE years! Paul claims to have seen him once :lol: We just call him 'freak'.

Oh, How did I forget the neighbors behind us!! :doh: Talk about weird. We never see them EXCEPT through their bathroom windows. :eek: They have these 1/2 blinds that only cover the bottom halves of their windows and we live UP on a hill from them. I guess they don't realize that if you're standing at our kitchen sink looking out the window, you can see right down into their bathroom. Hubby has seen this several times... NAKED! UGH and he's not a pretty looking guy. :dead: So whenever we see someone in there we scream "NAKED NEIGHBOR!" :lol: Unfortunately he has 2 teenage daughters that are just as dumb. Hubby accidentally caught a few glimpses of them too. :blush: What can you do?? How could we tell them? Like I said, they're never outside and what exactly would we say? "Hey, we been seeing you naked for years now? Cover up please!" :lol:

Anyway, this guy is also called "Birdman" He only comes out to fill his birdfeeders, which happen to attract a good amount of pigeons that crap on our deck! :rolleyes: We see him sometimes looking out his window with binoculars... supposedly birdwatching. I don't know about them! WEIRD!

The boys call the lady behind us Psycho Lady. It's stuck so much that now our other neighbors and our family all talk about Psycho Lady

Our neighbors, though we love them dearly, are "Mr. and Mrs. Moneybags". They have perfectly normal salaries, just like the rest of us (he works with computers, she's a teacher), but they are FOREVER talking about how poor they are, how they are living paycheck to paycheck, etc. Hmmmmm, maybe if you ate something other than filet mignon (or going out to eat nearly every other day) and didn't buy super-expensive koi fish for your stupid stink-up-the-neighborhood pond, you'd actually have some money!

Our neighbors are kind of normal so they don't have nicknames. But it gets kind of confusing....

This is what I call them

Bryon and Julie across the street
Julie and Jason next door
Cindy and Bryan, Eli's parents (my sister's ILs, Eli is my BIL)

The is a guy a few houses down the street constantly firing up obnoxious boat motors at 10pm or other odd hours, so we started calling him "boat freak." He's always in his garage tinkering with boats. It makes our dog bark his butt off and is just annoying in general. When ever we've tried to wave to him in passing, he just looks at us and doesn't wave back. He's a freak.

The rest of our neighbors are nice and we know them by name, except for the two guys that live right next door. We've never met them, so we call them "the gay guys."

:rotflmao: these are cracking me up!

A neighbor down the street use to walk his dog by our townhouse and let his dog pee and sh*t in our yard all the time. We even called the cops on him once. His nickname was either 'cocker guy' (he had 2 cocker spanials) or 'poopy guy'.

not my neighbor, but my mom's. we have no idea what his name is (and my mom has lived there almost 20yrs) but my dad called him the 'lawn doctor' :lol: because he was overly obsessive about his lawn.

i have more names for people in my office...i think i'll go start a thread...

Brad calls one of our neighbors "the sugar daddy." He's older and his wife is very young and foreign. In talking to her, it's pretty obvious that she was a mail-order bride. She's very nice, but she definitely feels that she's there to serve him. It's slightly creepy.

We grew up next door to "Uncle Vern." This was a sarcastic reference since we had no particular affection for the guy. He would frequently get drunk and work on his roof, often yelling obnoxious remarks at the neighborhood kids. We would hear him come outside and hawk loogies the middle of the night. Interestingly, when Uncle Vern moved out, the neighborhood window-peeper problems came to an end.

Down the block lived a guy we called "The Beav." He somewhat resembled Jerry Mathers and acted like a big kid. Sadly, it was rumored that he abused his young son.

There's a lady across the street we call The Crazy Lady. I watched her beat and scream at her kid right in front of me one day and she didn't even seem to care.

There's another guy my husband has deemed "GQ." You can pretty much guess what he looks like. :lol:

The couple across the street has no children, and they're older, and the guy has bad knees, so he has his nephew come out every weekend to help out around the house, Steve has nicknamed him "The Indentured Servant."

When I was a kid the couple next door looked like Gomer Pyle and Dolly Parton, so even though we knew their real names we always called them Gomer and Dolly.

Right now one of my next door neighbors loves to take in sick squirrels and nurse them back to health - she's the "squirrel freak".

I currently live in an apartment so I have lots of neighbors that I have given some pretty colorful names too. :lol:

The guy directly upstairs from us is the worst. We "affectionately" call him A$$hole, F**K Face, or Jerk Off. :lol: He sounds like a herd of elephants going up and down the stairs, he stomps around his apartment, drops things like furniture at all hours of the night and day, and likes to vacuum at 1AM! :grr:

The old guy next door is "Old Fart, Old Bastard and was once F**king Old Guy. One day after Victoria had a really bad tantrum day we had the cops show up at our place saying DCF told them to come check things out because they got a call. :owow: I was so flipping pissed and I know it was him who called because he doesn't work and he was the only other one home that day.

The girl who lives on the other side of us use to be "Little Miss Thing." When she first moved in she was completely oblivious to the fact that her fellow tenant work and had parties on week nights. She also would take our parking spots, invite friends over who would take up half the spots in the lot, and make a ton of noise. Once she realized we had kids she stopped doing that then I realized she was dating someone I knew. We get along great and she is now a member of the ambulance corps so we talk all the time.

The other neighbors aren't too bad. We did have a Psycho B***h living upstairs and the Pot Heads use to live where we are now but they moved out a while ago.

We use to have a neighbor that had a boxer and for some reason DH started calling him 'boxer boy'.

We also use to have a neighbor that we called 'redneck lady'. :lol: She had a mullet and would mow the grass in her bathing suit.
:spitwater OMG! We had a 50 something year old lady that lived on the corner when you first pulled into our old subdivision that had a mullet & mowed the grass barefoot in her bikini & she wasn't skinny! Ryan called it trash corner because the rest of the family was pretty bad as well & we lived in a nice neighborhood where they were so out of place.

Our neighbors across the street Ryan calls them the Tates because that was thier floorplan & nobody knows who they are, they don't speak to anyone!

Our neighbor a few doors down (well we have 2 empty lots between us) Ryan calls Hans because he is a German guy who transferred him & his family here from Germany with his company & we can't remember his name.

Tina

In our apartment we had in Little Rock, we had an upstairs neighbor, a single young woman who had a psycho boyfriend. One day, he walked up to her door and beat it down.... LITERALLY... it was like 7:30 in the morning on a weekend and I thought we had been bombed or something... we used to call her "Banger B*itch"...

When we first moved to Fort smith, we lived next door to some freaky guy who had a hot tub on his back porch and he used it... frequently.... naked.... we called him "The Streak"....

When we moved to Greenwood, where we live now, our neighbors on the left greeted us with (and keep in mind I was 6 months pregnant and OBVIOUSLY so) a bottle of Jack, a half-full glass of something and a "We have a band, do y'all play anything? We practice at night, but we're usually done by 1!"......... Now, I looked at this guy.... long haired...... wearing a brown felt hillbilly hat (I'm SO NOT JOKING)... and just smiled and walked back to the U-Haul.... about that time, he walked to his buddy, got in his car (with his bottle of Jack and cup of whatever) and drove off.... Odd, I thought.... Soo.... turns out, his teenage son deals dope out of the house. They had a little play-fort thing on the side of their house (and they're pretty close together) and I came home from work one day and there is like 5 teenagers sittin' up in this hut smokin' weed!! :shocked: I just kinda snuck in my house before they got unstoned.... Soiooo.... we call them the "Redneck Reefer People"....

On the other side, we have a woman, an older woman and a 12-13 year old boy.... and like 10 dogs.... there is usually someone moving in or out on a weekly/biweekly basis... I mean, moving, U-haul, refrigerator on the porch, everything...... We call them the "B*tchettes" because of their dogs. As far as i can tell, they're fairly normal.... at least for *MY* neighborhood.....

Then, next door to them, we have Dena..... She has two kids, Daphne and Albert...... Albert is like 11 and weighs AT LEAST 215... he likes to mow the yard with no shirt and no real shorts you can see, although you know they're there... She also has a boyfriend that lives there..... with his race car(s) and race car buddies..... and pit crew... He fires up the race car 24/7 whenever he feels like it... which in turn makes the 500 dogs in the neighborhood all bark at once.... then my inside dog (a lab) barks.... and wakes up the kids/dh/me, who have more than likely JUST gone to sleep... We call her Shirley.

Then, next to them, we have freaky man and his mommy. His mother is like 65'ish looking, has a coca-cola fixation (has a Coca-Cola porch swing... in the middle of her yard...) and he's like 40-ish and still lives with mommy. It's just a freaky situation.... heh.....we call them freaky man and mommy.....

To our left are "The Scots." Nothing to interesting there... he's just from Scotland.

To the right is Rob and "Jungle Julie" becuase she's obsessed with plants in the summer. Their front porch seriously looks like a jungle.

Sarah

My IL's have a neighbor that DH and BIL call Troll Man. He seriously looks like a troll (imagine a 50 year old fat guy with a squished up face) only when they see him, they start singing "Troll Man" to the tune of "Soul Man"

Just remembered another. There's a guy my husband calls Cheese d*ck. I have no idea why he's called that, but for some reason this guy drives DH nuts b/c ther eare always six cars parked in his driveway. :lol:

:rotflmao:

I've had some neigbours with nicknames and I am the one who puts the nickname :blush:

Back in Monterrey we had "The super-neighbours" who were the perfet couple: they were both good-looking, she was like THE perfect 50's-like housewife. She spent most of the day decorating her house and/or doing gardening. Their house looked like taken out from a decoration magazine. They never fought, they were always together with their 4yo daughter, they had a talking parrot and they organized the most perfect barbecues in the neigbourhood.

Now we have "The king & Queen of Spain" who are like the super neighbours but in the Spanish version (They even own a Spanish SEAT car :lol: ) This man een has a loooooooong name that looks like the royalty ones "Señor Ignacio Manuel Gutierrez de los siete santos y de la Barra"... like taken from Pirates of the Caribbean :lol:

The neighbors downstairs moved out Jan 1. The neighbors upstairs moved out Feb 1. I'm pretty content right now! There's a strip shopping mall being built across the street from my apt complex so no one wants to move in.

Years ago, my mother asked my kids, "Do you know what the dogs' names are across the hall?" My kids looked at her and in unison said, "God and Damn". My mother was apalled and I couldn't help but laugh (but was embarassed). She asked, "Why do you think that?" and they said, "Because whenever they bark, mommy always says, 'those god-d*mned dogs across the hall!'"

Every time anyone in our family gets a new pet, my mom brings that up. I immediately stopped using that phrase, too.

These are cracking me up! :rotflmao:

Ours are:

~ "Loser" - a man in his 40's still living with his mother and he looks all scroungy looking! We've had problems with him in the past. :rolleyes:

~ "Dopey" - Because that's just what he looks like. And we've had problems with him too. :rolleyes:

~ "Wig Lady" - This lady, I swear, every day she has a different wig on. It's not even like she sticks to the same color or style either! One day it will be brown...the next orange!! Weird woman too...she has her front yard "decorated" with teddy bear stuffed animals, and her yard has lots of bird feeders in it and cat food for I guess whatever stray cats come. :dunno:
We always see her coming and going on her funky looking bicycle. She sorta looks like the wicked witch from Wizard of Oz...in that scene when she's riding the bicycle peddling fast in the storm saying "i'll get you my little pretty!" :lol:

~ "A$$hole" - the guy across the street who owns a small futon place. We've had problems with him as well in the past. :rolleyes:

~ "Italian wanna-be" - (the people who's yards face ours). He's far from italian and he always wears guinnea tee's and this big ol' thick gold chain. Walks around like he's Mr. Macho. :lol: He is nice though. :)

*sigh* Needless to say we won't miss this place one bit when we move...our neighbors suck!!!!!

We have "Satan and his Wench". They are nice enough, but they listen to death metal and have a bumper sticker on their car that says Cannibal Corpse. He also has two devils tatooed on his upper arms and always stands with his arms crossed in his tank tops. She is always two steps behind him.

We used to have the "Spy Bitch". I caught her going through our trash. Also, one day Sean and I had a heated arguement with some yelling involved. The next day the police where on my door step asking if I was being beaten.

Now we have the "Drunk Welfare Recepitent". She is on disablitly, section 8 housing and other assistance because she is an alcoholic. Go to rehab, get cleaned up, get a job!!

At my parents house they have "Mr & Mrs. White Trash". Right now they have two campers, four cars, two dressers and a box spring and mattress set in their back yard. He started painting the trim on his house but decided to stop, that was about 10 years ago. They also have more junk in their front yard. I haven't been in the house in years and I am scared of what the inside looks like.

I wonder if any of our neighbors have names for us :lol:

OMG...our neighbors are so normal compared to some of these!!

We have one neighbor lady on the corner who DH calls "Cottage Cheese". She's got to be in her late 40's/early 50's, and probably about 160 lbs or so...with mega cottage cheese thighs and belly (hence the name). How do we know? Because she is constantly mowing her grass/taking care of her yard all summer long in these itty bitty short shorts and a bikini top. :eek: SCARY. Even worse, one day last summer we were outside planting flowers and I just happened to glance down the street in time to see her bend over from the waist with her back to us...OMG...DH said he was blinded and would never be able to look that way again. :lol:

Other than her, most of our neighbors we call by name. There is a young couple next door to us (well, they are 25 & 27, but act much younger) who drive us nuts...their kids are 5 & 7, and total heathens...they don't listen and are constantly hanging on our front porch if we're outside. In the fall of 2002 they got this dog who was kinda cute as a puppy, but has grown into a 75 lb beast. Last spring we had TONS of problems with them leaving the dog out all night (he barks non stop) and it was awful. I finally said something to her, and she apologized and promised they would put up a fence when the weather improved. Well, he no longer stays out all night every night, but he's woken us up barking at 11pm and again at 6am. Wednesday DH was in the spare bedroom painting, so the blinds were up, and Sully (the monster dog) could see in...and barked at DH for HOURS. What really pi$$es us off is that they were home at the time!!! I know they can hear him, but what can we do? So DH just calls them 'idiots'.

oh, and the promised fence never appeared either. :rolleyes: He's kept chained on their back steps, literally 6-8 feet from our house...and from the bedroom that is soon to be our daughters'!! First time that dog wakes the kids up barking, I swear I'm going to be tempted to go over and just turn him loose......

These are great! Mine are not as good. One neighbor lives alone with his female dog named Fred. So we call him Fred's dad. Our direct neighbors used to be the Scots - because they are from Scotland and have cool accents. You can never understand them. Now we know their names, so I call them Ali and Robin now. And then there's 'Da Mayor, who is actually our city mayor. He lives two doors down.

We only have nicknames for our neighbors that we like - they live right across the street from us and we are very good friends. We call eachother "the pesky neighbors."

My neighbors are more like Dawns. The one we call either "Fat Bastard" or "The loud obnoxious A$$hole" because he has to be over 300lbs and is just a horrable man. He just has one of those booming voices and he will stand in his kitchen that faces our living room and just scream at his wife and son. One day I heard him yelling becuase his glass wasn't clean and he must have thrown over 20 glasses and plates. He was screaming at his wife (who is very religious) telling her to go F*%k the Pope. He told us one day that his son has a heart condition. I wanted to scream at the a-hole. NO WONDER!

Sorry...the other one I call "stupid skinny b**ch." The block across the street is one mile if you walk it 4 times. Kinda like a track. Anyway...rain, snow, below freezing temps, it doesn't matter, she is out walking. I don't know, maybe she had trouble with her weight when she was young. She is really really skinny though, and I guess I am jealouse, but there is no way that I have that kind of dedication.

Then we have the "Redneck A$$holes" They drive the biggest pieces of crap that you have to rev about 80 times to get them to start. They have a dog that never gets taken in, so it barks constantly. As soon as the weather shows any sign of being remotly nice they are outside with there radio and a big bonfire, hooping it up till the wee hours of the morning. Durring the summer the cops are there probably 3 days a week. We have thought about calling them, but they normally show up before we have to. It wouldn't be so bad, but we live in the middle of town. They live in a duplex, but I think both inhabitants are related. I don't know who else would move in with them there. The place is nasty and I am sure that the inside isn't much better.

These are too funny! I don't know any of my current neighbours, we moved here at the end of October, just in time for everyone to start hibernating. In Victoria we lived next to Crazy Joe (who the gal on the other side called Uncle Buck). I don't know why we called Joe crazy, because it was his wife who was crazy. We lived there for 3 years and she NEVER spoke a word to us until the day the moving truck was there and she wished us a good trip and a nice life. I mean, this woman would go inside her house if she was on her deck and I went out on mine. And she vacuumed her deck. Outside. Then after we had Mason Joe offered her to take pictures of him, because she likes to dabble in photography. I'm sure she would have appreciated that being as she ran inside whenever she saw us. Freaks.

you don't want to know what my DH calls our neighbors :eek: I'll just leave it to the imagination, although the names are very common. We just moved and our closest neighbor is way down the road past a bunch of Pine trees. Thank goodness we no longer have neighbors around us that we can actually see.

We don't have any nicknames for our neighbours yet, but I did at my parents house!

there were the lazy asses.... whose kids would stand in the driveway and scream for rides to school every morning... and their parents would then make a huge fuss and come out in their pajamas and drive them to school...... which was AROUND THE CORNER... I'm not kidding. It is a 2-5minute walk to school.

and then there was crazy gambling lady.... who would walk to the corner store to pick up scratch tickets... and then scratch them while walking back to the house. Once home she would realize that she won something or that she scratched them all, and then walk back! all day long back and forth. It was walk, scratch, win, repeat. :lol:

and then there was just neighbourhood watch lady. She noticed *everything* and then talk to you about it. "John stayed over at the house for a long time last night, didn't he?", "how was the chicken you had for dinner?"... the worst part was that she loves Harlequin books and wanted to exchange books with my mom *all* the time. And she would repeatedly tell her "I like the juicy, raunchy ones... I like to stay up late at night reading them!" She was 80years old and everynight her houselights were on until well past 2am .. shudder.

that's all I can think of for now :)

In our old neighborhood we had quiet a few names for the neighbors.

We have the Fenzels' the drunks. It wasn't very creative just their last name and what state they were in 24/7.

The crazy bitch~ She kept putting nails in our tires because DH parked our boat outside of her house and it was "blocking her view" (it was there for 2 days total). Which during that time she called the cops and leaned a nail up against the tire so when you pulled forward the nail went into the tire. Needless to say we retailiated (sp) by calling the cops on her because she parked too close to a fire hydren :devil: . So she has a ton of tickets thanks to us.

Uh, I don't want to offend anybody!

We live on a corner, and the side street that runs next to our house is a dead end with very little traffic.

The people who lives across this side street are about the only neighbors we ever see.

They are The Mullet, Mrs Mullet, and Kenny Bob.

The Mullet is dad, his hair is almost down to his waist and sometimes he lets Mrs Mullet braid if for him. He's a real winner - last summer he was out doing something and got sunburned so bad he looked like he was glowing in the dark - and the next day he was out with no sunscreen again. They have 5 lawnmowers in their yard, and 6 cars. (I have no problems with many cars, as we have several - but they don't run, are in the front yard, and block me from seeing if there are any other cars coming!)

Mrs Mullet looks like she's lived VERY hard. She's a heavy girl - but wears a bikini while she mows barefoot. Kenny Bob said she had cancer and a heart attack, yet she smokes like a chimney. The ambulance has been over there at least a dozen times since we moved in 2 years ago.

Kenny Bob - well we think that's his name. The Mullet calls him Bob. (As in, G*dammit Bob - don't you set those fireworks off in the lawn - and NOT ON THE MUSTANG EITHER!) But when he came around selling stuff from school, the paperwork said Kenny. So now he's Kenny Bob.

Kenny Bob has 4 scooters - that are very loud and obnoxious. And during the summer he starts riding them up and down the sidestreet at about 7am. Usually until about 10pm. The Mullet even brought another one home last fall. We were out grilling and watched them tear it apart, put that muffler on the old scooter (Making it MUCH louder) and then set the new one out for trash pick-up.

We live in a pretty okay neighborhood - we just got some real winners for neighbors, I guess!

Well, Here I haven't come up with a name for my neighbor yet..but at our old house The man next door (cause we were the corner lot) I called him "nosey old man". When we first moved into our house he was walking around our house staring into our windows:eek: . I was inside unpacking and my hubby and his boss were unloading the entertainment center..And I caught glimpse of the man looking in the window and I screamed out "NOSEY OLD MAN " !!!!!!! So now when my hubby's boss sees me he yells "nosey, nosey old man " :spit: ! LOL
I am glad to say we moved from there ! Angel

Well, to our right, we have the Brady Bunch, or conveniently called the "Brady's." They have 4 children and seem to keep their property immaculate, they go to church every Sunday, they recycle and are so freakin' happy all the time that it makes me sick. Then again, I can't complain. They mow my yard sometimes. :blush:

To the left of us, we have the Hillbillies. They moved in and turned their backyard into an RV parking space. Literally, they dug up the whole backyard, put concrete down and put a gate in their fence. That's where their RV sits, and their company sleeps there occasionally. Not only that, but they have a shrine to NASCAR in the backyard. Just the other day, they brought a beat up blazer home and it's been sitting in front of their house since. They go out and tinker with it and rev the engine up occasionally.

I'm soooo ready to move.

There was one little lady who I never knew personally but saw her often in her garden. We called her Sonic the Hedgehog as she was up at the crack of dawn pottering around in her bushes.

Another lady, who was a witch when we were young is called the Merry Widow. She used to come back from the pub in the afternoon slightly worse for wear, she did this not long after her husband died and she was once seen being given a firemans lift into her house by an elderly gentleman not fit to be carrying a shopping bag never mind a tanked up old lady :lol:

Im almost too shy to post what we call our neighbor! :blush: Well yall can have some.

We have:
The brothers: upstairs from us since we live in an apartment. They are the BEST neighbors we have ever had.

The gay guy. He really is! and I dont know his name.

The idiots - I *hate hate hate* these neighbors! They are so noisy. The people they hang around with arent too bright either. Anywhere from 7am-12am someone WILL be blowing their horn for these people. Cant you just get out of the car and knock on the door like a human being?!? Not only that they stay in the middle of the road. Geez :slap:

Then theres Amber and the jerk. Amber is really sweet. She comes to visit and play with Madison. I guess shes about 24 or so. Her husband just seems like a jerk and she covers for him. Its always hes just not doing this or hes just aggrivated because of this.

We have the 'Griswalds' across the street named because they moved in right before Christmas and decorated their house with a million Christmas light's. No kidding, I've never seen anything like it except on the Griswald's Christmas movie :disbelief . We also can't understand how they have money, as they both don't seem to go to work. We never see the wife, she very rarely leaves the house. The husband spends all his time landscaping and tending their garden, which is the nicest garden in the street. They even have their groceries delivered every Friday night by an online grocery-store.

Deb

At our old house we had:

The Bajoran: This lady was so wierd, quirky at best.......we dubbed her "The Bajoran" (like Kira from Star Trek....although this lady was much heavier) because she wore the Bajoran earing like the one below. Oh yes, their dog's name was "Barskie" of which we called "Barky" b/c they let him out at 11 PM and he barked for 2 hours straight! GRRRRRR.

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Oh yes...........across the street in our old house we had:

Loco lady: An old lady who completely lost all her marbles. She borrowed money from us and then swore she didn't when we asked her about repaying us. GRRR. Then, she had her derelict Grandson living with her, who we called, loco lady's loser grandson (he was in his 30's). After we moved, I got called to Jury duty, guess who was on trial? loco lady's loser grandson for larceny! :lol:

We call our whole apt. complex "The United Nations" because we have people of many different nationalities living here. :lol: It's unusal for this city to have such a variety of cultures in such a small neighborhood, but we find it interesting to see so many different family types and lifestyles. In fact, when we stand on our balcony, we can watch other residents (many of whom are dressed in ethnic clothing) walking to the mailbox, laundry room, etc.

As for the people whom we actually share walls with-we generally call them :moon1:holes because they're loud and inconsiderate. :mad:

Well across the street we have the Sweet People (He is a Baptist
Minister that has his own Baptist Church down the road) and his
wife is just as sweet as can be!

Next to us on one side we have The Troll and her psycho family...
My God they are just awful!! Ever since day one..when we moved
here they have not spoken 2 words to us, haven't waved...smiled
or anything. (Well her husband did ONCE) but Troll Lady and Troll
Lady's daughter and Troll Lady's son never EVER smile. They
are so weird. We waved at them and smiled ever since we bought
the place and they just scowl and walk away.
They are the weirdest family EVER. Our other neighbors on the other
side said that they even have a restraining order against Troll Lady because
once she went on to their property and let loose some stray cats that
had been prowling around the neighborhood. (that my neighbor was
going to hand over to the pound). Well..... she let them loose and
then proceeded to see his (at the time) 3 year old daughter and
babysitter in the store and tell his daughter "Your daddy is a
ANIMAL KILLER" and was just screaming at them. Kash n Karry
threw them out and even called the police. They are just absurd!!

:lol:

We have "The Doctor and his ...wife". The wife is about 25 years older than the "doctor" and they live in a rental townhouse and she manages a run down laundrymat and looks as though she has lived a very rough life. They both drive old beater cars and live like rednecks - but yet he is studying to be a doctor? The closest medical school to us is well over 90 minutes away AND its not like her great job kept them here...she told us he was studying to become a doctor but we have our doubts.

We call neighbors on one side of us Dumb and Dumber. They are two losers that are extremely loud at night after the bard have closed. They are always smoking cigarettes outside and if there is any type of wind, the smoke comes into our windows. We call our other neighbors Dirtbags - and what can I say they totally are - wet mop hanging over their balcony, liquor bottles lining the window sills. Yes, they are just wonderful.

We had this large neighbor that would sit out on her front porch in her night gown smoking and talking on the phone. We called her Scary Naked Lady. :supergrin