Bit of a background:
I had a thread a good ways back about sucky Realtor that complained that my yard was not groomed well enough for them. Sucky Realtor found a sucky neighbor, it seems. This is their story... bum bum.
I live in a cul de sac. Sucky neighbor purchased sucktastic property to my right, if you were facing out my house and looking at the street. The fireworks began as there was some property marking issues with OK neighbor to the immediate right of sucky new neighbor (otherwise known as SN).
Turns out, the family that owns the lots (or did, rather) royally balled up building the lots to the actual property boundaries. The OK neighbor, upon seeing the survey done for SN prior to the sale of the home has permanent fixtures that cross the property boundary. Like, a slab of concrete amongst other things. OK neighbor (OKN henceforce) contacts the lot owner, and the lot owner wants her to sign off on an easement agreement so the sale of the property can go through. OKN tells the lot owner she'll have to think on that, as she wants to see what it will do to her property values.
Well, turns out, our lot owner isn't willing to wait. The sale of the property goes through and SN moves in. But then the fun begins! SN brings along ducks and chickens... a HUGE no no that's specifically forbidden in our covenants, what few we actually have. Thou shalt have no farm animals. Thus begins the war of the SN and OKN. The problems really surround the rooster and it's proclivity to call at all hours of the day and night, which is keeping for OKN up. There's promises made that the rooster will be made to go buh bye, and as an act of kindness, we give them a copy of the covenants they claim to never have been given. Rooster is still there four months later.
And then the fight with US began. They decided to put up an 8 foot privacy fence. That, I have no problem with. My problem is that I'm 90% certain it's mostly on MY property. I saw the dude digging the line of posts and went out to tell him I could be wrong, but my understanding was the berm separating our properties was soley on my property. And he was placing the fence smack center of said berm. Queue the she beast to come out swinging "WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU?!" comes out of her mouth like a pound of crushed glass mixed with kerosene. And then "WELL SOMEONE MOVED OUR FLAGS, BUT IT'S ON OUR SIDE OF THE PROPERTY!". I let it go, as it was my spawn that moved the flags... and I didn't want to spring for the $300 to get it surveyed. I'm still pretty sure that dumb fence is on my property, but I'll take sweet pleasure in having them move it the day it's proven .
At any rate, there's been other dust ups with them. The boyfriend is... well, not overly friendly. At one point all the other kids in the neighborhood were banned from his property for one kid running a bike into his garage door. But that seems to have been relaxed for now.
But then... today. I'm in the kitchen cleaning up when my dogs go batshit nuts. I've had enough of them today and start to scream at them when I realize one of my neighbors from up the street asks, quite panicked, if we're OK and why is there a firetruck outside?? See, we live in the country. Everyone burns. The neighbor to my left burns. The guy across the street burns. OKN burned down half her bloody lot to clear it. But today, we burnt some boxes. And it seems that some ash got on the roof of SN's home, and dear god, that is just not acceptable! Call the fire department!
So I learned something new today. I cannot burn boxes, or trash, or anything else except something that originally grew out of the ground (which, being pedantic, cardboard kinda is). It also has to be less than 6 inches in diameter. And even though the fire was OUT when they got here they still wanted to play with their hoses and spray down the ashes.
I don't get it. It's like they're going out of their ways to start fights with us. And if I wanted to be a real dick, I'd call them out on the farm animals thing. But last time I checked, we had all graduated high school. Why in the fuck, if it was bothering them, would they not think to maybe grow a pair and come over and actually say something? My kids want to go out and swim in our pool, but knowing that neighbor is outside at present has got me staying inside so I don't say something I may just regret.
I had a thread a good ways back about sucky Realtor that complained that my yard was not groomed well enough for them. Sucky Realtor found a sucky neighbor, it seems. This is their story... bum bum.
I live in a cul de sac. Sucky neighbor purchased sucktastic property to my right, if you were facing out my house and looking at the street. The fireworks began as there was some property marking issues with OK neighbor to the immediate right of sucky new neighbor (otherwise known as SN).
Turns out, the family that owns the lots (or did, rather) royally balled up building the lots to the actual property boundaries. The OK neighbor, upon seeing the survey done for SN prior to the sale of the home has permanent fixtures that cross the property boundary. Like, a slab of concrete amongst other things. OK neighbor (OKN henceforce) contacts the lot owner, and the lot owner wants her to sign off on an easement agreement so the sale of the property can go through. OKN tells the lot owner she'll have to think on that, as she wants to see what it will do to her property values.
Well, turns out, our lot owner isn't willing to wait. The sale of the property goes through and SN moves in. But then the fun begins! SN brings along ducks and chickens... a HUGE no no that's specifically forbidden in our covenants, what few we actually have. Thou shalt have no farm animals. Thus begins the war of the SN and OKN. The problems really surround the rooster and it's proclivity to call at all hours of the day and night, which is keeping for OKN up. There's promises made that the rooster will be made to go buh bye, and as an act of kindness, we give them a copy of the covenants they claim to never have been given. Rooster is still there four months later.
And then the fight with US began. They decided to put up an 8 foot privacy fence. That, I have no problem with. My problem is that I'm 90% certain it's mostly on MY property. I saw the dude digging the line of posts and went out to tell him I could be wrong, but my understanding was the berm separating our properties was soley on my property. And he was placing the fence smack center of said berm. Queue the she beast to come out swinging "WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU?!" comes out of her mouth like a pound of crushed glass mixed with kerosene. And then "WELL SOMEONE MOVED OUR FLAGS, BUT IT'S ON OUR SIDE OF THE PROPERTY!". I let it go, as it was my spawn that moved the flags... and I didn't want to spring for the $300 to get it surveyed. I'm still pretty sure that dumb fence is on my property, but I'll take sweet pleasure in having them move it the day it's proven .
At any rate, there's been other dust ups with them. The boyfriend is... well, not overly friendly. At one point all the other kids in the neighborhood were banned from his property for one kid running a bike into his garage door. But that seems to have been relaxed for now.
But then... today. I'm in the kitchen cleaning up when my dogs go batshit nuts. I've had enough of them today and start to scream at them when I realize one of my neighbors from up the street asks, quite panicked, if we're OK and why is there a firetruck outside?? See, we live in the country. Everyone burns. The neighbor to my left burns. The guy across the street burns. OKN burned down half her bloody lot to clear it. But today, we burnt some boxes. And it seems that some ash got on the roof of SN's home, and dear god, that is just not acceptable! Call the fire department!
So I learned something new today. I cannot burn boxes, or trash, or anything else except something that originally grew out of the ground (which, being pedantic, cardboard kinda is). It also has to be less than 6 inches in diameter. And even though the fire was OUT when they got here they still wanted to play with their hoses and spray down the ashes.
I don't get it. It's like they're going out of their ways to start fights with us. And if I wanted to be a real dick, I'd call them out on the farm animals thing. But last time I checked, we had all graduated high school. Why in the fuck, if it was bothering them, would they not think to maybe grow a pair and come over and actually say something? My kids want to go out and swim in our pool, but knowing that neighbor is outside at present has got me staying inside so I don't say something I may just regret.
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