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Wow. Your street sucks worse than mine. My apologies.

Your street sounds exactly like mine. Except if it were my street, the neighbors would have turned up the stereo louder when B. walked over (my hubby is a "B." too :-)), and then upon request that it be turned down, flung insults at B. to which B. would have threatened to call the police. That would be the only time that the stereo got turned down.

Fortunately we WILL be moving in less than a year! YEAH!!!

My condolences though towards your situation with your shitty neighbors. I feel yer pain.

I hate neighbors like that. I once lived in an apartment where the downstairs as*!#@&$_*!&@ would turn up their rap as loud as it would go. We called the cops. They didn't get the hint, so I then put on some of *my* music. Wagner shuffled with Brecht, Berg's Wozzek and, for good measure, Johnny Cash and the Replacements. They called the cops (a trick we had tried many a time). Said cops showed up and started laughing themselves to death when they realized we were playing opera too loud.

Duuuude. This makes me feel slightly bitchy for complaining about my neighbors leaving kids' toys in the front yard and parking their cars in their driveway where I have to look at them instead of in their garage, all nice and put-away like.

But I do know your pain. There was a murder at my old apartment complex in New Orleans, and the woman who lived next door to me used to have really loud New-Madrid-Earthquake-simulating intercourse.

I hope you get out of there soon. Come on over to Franklin.

Daughter # 1 and I always threaten to carry bumper stickers that say "Great big truck; little tiny penis." We should send you some in bulk.

Chivalry is dead in my house too. I am proud of B going outside, I don't think Bert would. Wait he would be more scared of me than of the people on the street.

Egad. You definitely need to move.

I'd love to move too but there's little chance of that. Only more chances of me being awakened at 4:30am by my neighbor screaming as he takes a crap.

I hope you get to move soon. My husband, son and daughter all have Minor Entry/Exit Memory Retardation, although it is less pronounced in my daughter. I'm glad to have a diagnosis. :)

Your neighbors sound like our downstairs neighbors when we lived in KS -- they used to smoke pot and it came up through the vents into my son's room -- and they played their music so loud that it woke me up (this is truly a feat -- once I actually get to sleep it's really hard to wake me up.) And they got really mad when we called the cops because they woke me up at 2:00am. D and the guy almost got in a fight -- would have if I hadn't stepped between them and closed the door.

I live in Mexico...er....I mean San Diego. As houses daily go up for sale around us, they almost always sold to 2-3 Mexicans, which mean over 20 per house! (+ cars) The first thing they do is cement over their yards, paint their houses neon, and build huge cement prison walls complete with bars. Then they send their kids over to our lawn to play. Are rental neighbors behind us always have their TV turned up full blast 24/7. They never turn it off for some reason.) Their kids jump over our fence to retreive a lost toy (no big deal) but they intensionally jump onto our bushes and stomp on them. Our kitty-corner neighbors always play their music too loud(especially while doing their drugs outside). Nest to them are neighbors whose fiestas don't even begin until 9 PM, complete with either live bands or DJ. My other nighbors are illegal aliens who are running an automotive repair shop out of their garage and up and down the street. My next door neighbors never work but always have tens of thousands of dollars to spend as he travel to and from Mexico several times a week (you use your imagination on that one.) My nest door neighbors on my other side are a very nice elderly couple who kids can't wait for them to die so that they can devide up their money (One of the kids actually told us that once.) And the Mexicans across the street have no fewer than 10 revolving illegals coming and going daily.

These are just my immediate nighbors. the ones down the street in either direction are by far worse. So we consider ourselves lucky.

And I live in a NICE nighborshood in San Diego!!!!!
Anyone know of a quiet city left in America???

That should read......2-3 FAMILY Mexicans.