tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post116164361028470573..comments2023-11-03T08:11:27.120-04:00Comments on Sassy Sundry Thoughts: Rant: On the Neighbors from HELL!Sassy Sundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-38040031010825946182006-11-01T09:40:00.000-05:002006-11-01T09:40:00.000-05:00At the prom I went to (my boyfriend's---my parents...At the prom I went to (my boyfriend's---my parents sent me to a school that didn't believe in holding dances---I'm still in therapy), we sang "Walk Like a Chicken" to that little ditty. You are a better woman than I. I think I would have pulled over and gone a little batty with the little ones.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-15360431957535886192006-11-01T08:11:00.000-05:002006-11-01T08:11:00.000-05:00ahhh, you took the high road and I'm here plotting...ahhh, you took the high road and I'm here plotting which song would inflict the most audible discomfort to them.<br /><br />whenever our church takes the jr. or sr. high on a road trip, one adult is chosen to make a cd for the bus. the kids all assume it is a mixed tape, but alas -- it is simply the same song about 20 times. the cd is set to repeat. every now and then we'll give them a reprieve, but usually the music is blaring the entire time. ha ha.<br /><br />selections used in the past:<br />Walk Like An Egyptian - The Bangles<br />Yellow Submarine - The Beatles<br />Wake Up Sleep Jean -- The Monkeys<br />Macarenaadairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08912409618929660858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-41652375433230574472006-11-01T07:30:00.000-05:002006-11-01T07:30:00.000-05:00Confession time: I did do that---once. About a mon...Confession time: I did do that---once. About a month ago, they were doing this in the middle of the day, and so I cranked "Eric's Trip," by Sonic Youth (in my opinion, one of the louder songs recorded). I jumped around my living room without using my dancer's grace (tucked knees and landed as hard as I could). I then turned it off and enjoyed the sound of silence. The problem is, they persisted after that, and I just couldn't keep doing that. I love Sonic Youth, but I don't want to hear them in the wee hours of the morning. I decided to take the high road.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-52691706425892826252006-10-31T22:20:00.000-05:002006-10-31T22:20:00.000-05:00sassy -- you are being too sweet. using your words...sassy -- you are being too sweet. using your words is fine and dandy, but now it is clearly time (for a short time, at least) to fight. <br /><br />get a set of kickass speakers and direct them into the floor. THEN select ONE (and only one) song to play continuously for at least a full weekend. (you might want to get a pair of noise-blocking headphones, but I promise you'll tune it out eventually). when they try to complain, post a sign on your door that says:<br /><br />exercising my right to live my life!<br /><br />it'll be the same method exterminators use to flush cockroaches out. :)adairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08912409618929660858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161791574060237862006-10-25T11:52:00.000-04:002006-10-25T11:52:00.000-04:00Welcome to America!!! This is all too typical thes...Welcome to America!!! This is all too typical these days. <BR/><BR/>I have a neighbor who is renting the house next to mine and the first night he moved in he cranked up his chain saw at 10 PM and starts cutting wood in the dark.. that was nice!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161705006248275472006-10-24T11:50:00.000-04:002006-10-24T11:50:00.000-04:00You know me, Super C. Never one to hold back.You know me, Super C. Never one to hold back.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161704260089834562006-10-24T11:37:00.000-04:002006-10-24T11:37:00.000-04:00Wow. Those are some colorful words....why don't y...Wow. Those are some colorful words....why don't you tell us how you <I>really</I> feel about them. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161699439615567792006-10-24T10:17:00.000-04:002006-10-24T10:17:00.000-04:00I could enlist a biker gang. Unfortuantely, I thin...I could enlist a biker gang. Unfortuantely, I think that the husband might be a former member of one.<BR/><BR/>My landlord was insane to rent to them.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161695424524488582006-10-24T09:10:00.000-04:002006-10-24T09:10:00.000-04:00Never mind decibel meters, I've always found biker...Never mind decibel meters, I've always found biker gangs helpful in such situations (Norfolk's Outcast Hells Angels chapter used to roady for/look after my band until they defected to sissy Marillion. We never had a hint of trouble).<BR/><BR/>And whatever your landlord says, make sure the local police are aware of how threatened you feel, so you get a quick response should you need it. They obviously know about the family already.<BR/><BR/>It's been a while since I've sat up all night, worrying about a woman, but I for one will be really glad to see you post tomorrow …<BR/>Good luck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161691779329973222006-10-24T08:09:00.000-04:002006-10-24T08:09:00.000-04:00UPDATE: This morning, they waited for me to flush ...UPDATE: This morning, they waited for me to flush the toilet before cranking the bass at 7:35 this morning. I've called my landlord again and told him that I'd really rather that he handle this than the police. He hates her, and he's going to stop by her place this afternoon. The guy's always been very kind to me, but I've heard that he can be a real bastard when he wants to be.<BR/><BR/>The decibel meters sound great. Perhaps I should get one.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161682768718085152006-10-24T05:39:00.000-04:002006-10-24T05:39:00.000-04:00Oh poor Sassy. Kick your stupid landlord's butt to...Oh poor Sassy. Kick your stupid landlord's butt to get them out.<BR/><BR/>Don't you have anything in the States like out "environmental health officers"?<BR/>They come out and put decibel monitors in your rooms and if the neighbours are too loud after receiving a warning, they take the buggers to court and even evict them.<BR/><BR/>My spare bedroom's nice and quiet. I'd send it to you only it's a bit big to wrap.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161648589779167412006-10-23T20:09:00.000-04:002006-10-23T20:09:00.000-04:00The line about the bed from the Exorcist is excell...The line about the bed from the Exorcist is excellent! Isn't it a shame? I wish I had advise for you--using your words doesn't always work. Moving may be the only answer, but you shouldn't have to, should you.<BR/><BR/>Keep us updated so we know you're OK and not stuffed in the dumpster beside the pizza box.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com