Neighbors... You can write their whole story without even knowing them. I don't really talk much to my neighbors, just maybe the old lady next door, and the nosey man next door to her. This nosey man knows EVERYTHING about the neighborhood. He knows everyone's business. We actually make up names for these people.

Grandpa across the street. He seems like a great guy. He plays with his grandkids all the time. They used to live 2 doors down from us, and the kids used to be over there all the time. He loved playing catch with his grandson. He smokes. And the nosey neighbor said he drinks. I never noticed until he said something, but he does bring home a "40" in a brown paper bag every day. But I still like him. His wife is strange. We call her booby knocker, hahaha. I swear to God, several times a month, she feels the need to walk that last bit of garbage to the front before the garbage men come IN HER NIGHTGOWN... in her thin night gown, with no bra... with huge boobs hanging down to her belly button, and sometimes no underware. She has a hip problem, so she waddles.... and the boobs are flying everywhere, thus her nickname booby knockers. It is a hideous sight to see. I almost died the first time I witnessed it, and it's a reoccuring event. Hello, lady... put a housecoat on at least, or how about some CLOTHES! Gross. I'm not sure what happened to the grandkids. I never saw their house up for sale, but they were moving last week. And he didn't help out at all. He baby's his truck, but I'm sure he could have helped them carry something where ever they are going. And the daughter that we heard got married in the summer, still came over every day, and we never saw the husband. Just recently do we think that a guy she comes with is her hubby, before this he never was with her, did he not like his inlaws.

The old lady that used to live across the street. We thought she was cool. She used to have to wear a mask when she cut grass or shoveled snow, maybe she has asthma or something. She was a tough woman, probably in her upper 70's, still working part time, still doing all the outside work, drove a DODGE RAM. She was trying to sell her house, she wanted to live with her brother, take care of him. She practically gave it away. Now these people who live there, they are strange. We still haven't figured it out. We have not seen any moving trucks. We thought a couple in their 50's bought the house. Then we saw a young couple with tweens there. Sometimes we see a bunch of different people. They leave the porch light on, kitchen light on, and side light on 24/7, which is no added protection, because when it's on during the day, it's obvious they aren't home. I don't think anyone spends the night, they all go home before bedtime. We seen them bring in a bunch of groceries, but no furniture. And who exactly is living there? Is it a renters place, who is all these people. I can't wait for summer to find out from the nosey neighbor.

Our next door neighbor. The old lady. She's nice, I talk to her every now and then in the summer. She's near 80. Her husband died about 25 years ago. I think she has 2-3 kids. I've never seen any of them. The nosey neighbor puts all his crap in her garage in exchange he does her grass and snow, fair trade, since she don't drive, she don't really have much use for the garage. She used to get a package everyday from UPS... I have no idea what it was... sometimes I saw QVC stuff, maybe she's a pack rat. I think she won the lotto, or is finally spending all her money. The past few months, she's gotten new windows, all new furniture, painted, had carpenters there, building what I'm not sure, kitchen cabinets, I'm not sure. But I'm sure her insides look awesome now with all the new stuff. Either her kids are saying spend your money, enjoy it, she won the lotto, inherited money, or her kids are thinking about when she kicks the bucket, the house will be easier to sell updated....... who knows.....

The nosey neighbor that lives next to her. We call him the lawnmower man. He cuts lawns for a living and repairs them. I think his name is Jim. He's about 50 years old or so, is married, his wife and kid all live in his mother's house, I think his parents are still living, but have never seen them. I don't think he can hold a job, he's always getting laid off. He is the source of gossip, he's lived here all his life and knows about everyone. Every time Jeff takes out the trash, Jim runs up to him and shoots the shit, and we find out about all kinds of stuff about the neighborhood. He's nice, but nosey.

The white trash that used to live next door to us. That's what we affectionately called them. They do not take care of their property, weeds everywhere, rarely cut grass or shovel snow, tons of toys left outside all the time. He used to argue with his girlfriend all the time. I think they did drugs. They weren't loud and annoying, because who knows what we'll get next. But they could have kept up with their property more. They foreclosed. They had their house up for sale, and then one weekend, had to be a snowstorm, they moved out. I'm sure that's what happened to their neighbor Grandpa's kids..... they just up and left too.

One more neighbor I'll mention. The gay guys next to Grandpa's house. They are nice, they take lots of pride in their place, there are more flowers than I've ever seen, they are always out there doing something to them, rearranging and what not. They used to go all out for xmas, but didn't this year for some reason. Last I heard one of their mother's was dying. She must have died, because I've never seen so much home improvement in such a short time frame. They got tons of new furniture, new appliances, new counters, new toilet, new windows, he even got a new truck. They have a hot tub in their backyard. Grandpa complained enough and they had to put up a privacy fence, they were screwing in the hot tub, Grandpa was so mad, he said what if my grandkids see this crap, hahaha.

So it's funny... to make up stories about these people, we don't know all the behind the scenes, and it's not like I'm sitting staring out the window, but when I walk buy I witness all kinds of things. I wonder what people say our story is, or what nicknames they have for us, ahhaha....