My Neighbors - an Introduction

I have some pretty crazy neighbors. Well, maybe not CRAZY but they are....interesting. This is the house across the street from me that I am talking about. There has to be about 20 people that live there, seriously. The 'OWNER' of the house is, I think, an older guy that seems pretty nice. I wears scrubs everyday so I assume he works at a hospital.

There's also some other people that live there, 2 of them I *think* are sisters. One of them seems to be single and has just recently had a baby. She doesn't appear to stay there everynight though, so not really sure what's going on there.

The other sister has a young boy, and her boyfriend/husband also lives there. The bf/hubby used to have a home-arrest anke bracelet. I haven't seen it on him recently but it used to be there until about 2 weeks ago. I have no idea why he had to wear it. Could be for parking tickets or assault...no idea.

Then there's any manner of kids, between about 2 and 15. I can't really tell them apart, except that some are boys and some are girls.

Now here's where it gets interesting. These people do everything in their front yard. EVERYTHING. One day I glanced out my window and saw that they had inflated a large plastic pool in their yard and were swimming in it. And not just a standard round platic pool, oh no....this was WAY over the top. It had a slide, palm trees, a spray-nozzle. it was huge AND it was in the...front...yard.

They were all swimming in it, in all manner of obesity and low slung bathing suits. Believe me when I tell you I had to sheild my eyes.

When the bf/hubby had to stay home with his home arrest situation, he would have visitors. They would sit in the GARAGE and drink beer. They would sit out there even if it was 100 degrees outside. Just sitting there all night long drinking beer. Fortunately since the anklet came off the beer-bashes have ended.

One side effect from this was that on trash day, the trash guys would come by and empty the cans in front of our houses. The house across the street from me had an extra can, used entirely for beer bottles. When the trash guy would empty this thing (early in the morning) you'd just hear this extended CRRRRAAAASSSSHHHHH noise from all of those bottles - you'd swear the world was gonna end.

I wonder why they didn't recycle.......oh well. that's it for now. ta....