It means they don’t know how to use their clutch right and the trucks grinds and jumps. They are getting better. I know that the problem is that they are kids learning how to drive in a big pick up truck with a manual transmission. Backing into things until they get the hang of it just happens.
I am so in agreement with you. Our lots are all an acre each. She had the opportunity to buy the lad around her home a long time ago.
The kids are nice, the teens are a little louder when they have truck problems, but I can’t hear them when I’m inside. Until I hear the crunch of the teens finding my culvert. It doesn’t bother me. I go out and check to see if they are OK, wave off the OMG, I"M SOOOOO SORRY!! shouts.
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Har! I don’t think being able to run and play and shout or learn to drive comes under the heading of “special rights.” I think it would fall under the umbrella of “the pursuit of happiness.” Being a cranky old lady doesn’t give you any special right to silence, either.
BTW, I was the crazy neighbor in a situation sort of like this once, though it was in a suburban neighborhood. I worked nights, had insomnia, and was dealing with a serious illness. The neighbor kids from one end of the block were not allowed to go further than our fence, and their best friends lived on the other end of the block, so they would come down to our fence and scream for their friends multiple times every blasted day, and always in that sing-song cadence calculated to drive adults mad. I finally lost it one day and started shrieking at them like a fishwife. I felt kind of bad about it and later apologized to them and their parents.
Could be your neighbor has some sort of issue like that and an attempt to find out what it is might pay off. Otherwise all of you less crazy neighbors will just have to either wait for her to go to the home or move yourselves to a different neighborhood, I’m afraid.
Thank you. I compliment the parents on their child raising skills often. I will have to start telling the kids that as well. The teenagers panic, but that’s what teenagers do when they have backed their truck into a ditch.
I think I’ll go over and visit their parents right now. The kids are off at a prayer meeting or something. I really didn’t pay that much attention about where they were going.
There are laws against excessive noise and there’s also a concept called common courtesy which it sounds like the kids with their “whooping it up” have probably already broke, so they have no right to complain about the neighbor screaming. Maybe that’s just her way of “whooping it up.” I like loud rock and roll, particularly Sektor Gaza, but I don’t have them blaring out of CD player on my backporch where it would disturb everyone else. I go to a club or a cover band show or I put on a pair of earbuds.
Have you tried the Sally Sunshine approach? Take her some freshly baked muffins or something and see what happens. I know she’s a bitch and a bit of a loon but you might be able to shame her into at least shutting up for a while.
Do you seriously think that kids shouldn’t be allowed to play outside IN THE COUNTRY??
Neighbors are less likely to hear other people around them in a rural area than in the suburbs. Should everyone under 18 be confined to some kind of ghetto? It doesn’t sound like any of these kids or teenagers are doing anything out of the ordinary.
My neighbour used to call the Police every time we had people around and they could hear our voices over the back fence. They seemed to believe that they were entitled to perfect silence (this in an inner-city suburb of a major city - and under a flight path!) because they’d lived there for decades and we hadn’t.
Eventually they took it too far and the Police, having seen that we were having a civilised dinner party and not a wild orgy, went into their place and in essence told them to lay off or they’d be charged.
Everyone talks about the right to not be bothered by excessive noise, but no-one talks about the right to make - some - noise.
Generally speaking, when a known-asshole calls the cops because some kids are playing and making some noise, it’s *not *because they hate the noise. It is because they hate the fact that others are happy and having a good time. The asshole neighbor will not have a problem when someone is cutting their grass, or when someone is busting up their old sidewalk with a jackhammer. But loud kids? Time to call the cops!
Neighbors are more likely to hear other people in a rural area because there is far less day to day noise out there than in the city or suburbs, as well as no tall buildings to block sound travel. Particularly if the area is flat and/or has few trees, tho when I lived on acreage among trees and hills I could still hear my neighbors’ dogs’ barking and none were closer than 20 acres away.
I trust that flatlined has reported what the kids are doing honestly, and they are not actually screaming blue murder like they tend to here. However, I can sympathize a little with Crazy Lady - we once had a family move into a house on a hill above us that saw no problem with letting their three kids and two dogs run amok, including on my property. When I complained about their dogs fence fighting with mine, and damaged corn from both dogs and kids, the wife said they’d moved to the country so their kids and dogs could run free and so they were going to! Why they couldn’t stay on their own acreage… :smack: So I was forced to put up electric fences to keep them away from my dogs and birds, and kind of gave up on the plants.
Really? I mean really? A couple of kids pre school kids running around in their front yard is exessive noise? Some shouting and laughter would make you want to do speaker wars?
I’d like to ask where you live that this sort of noise would not be normal. Do you live in one of those age restricted communities? I"m totally flabergasted that you are blaming the nice, polite kids instead of the crazy neighbor.
Are you my neighbor? If so, I will start giving the kids messy ice cream bars while they are playing.
How such delicate people manage to survive I’ll never know. flatlined didn’t say that these kids were starting a band. (“Hey Andy, how about we put on a show in the barn?”) They’re just doing normal kid things like laughing, shouting, riding their bikes, or driving their cars (badly, apparently). In the daytime, FCOL. If that level of noise is enough to switch on the wacky, it sounds like Crazy Neighbor and her ilk need to find a nice padded room to live in.
I live in what sounds like an even more countrified area than flatlined, and we get a lot of noise that would drown out anything described in the OP. Sometimes we get a motorcycle club riding through, hundreds of rumbling Harleys passing our house in a continuous stream. The grader goes by on the gravel road several times a summer. Our neighbor’s boys whip through on their ATVs on their way from their dad’s place to their uncle’s farm. Tractors towing assorted mysterious contraptions rattle and clang past several times a day. Sometimes the noise interrupts a phone call or even distracts me from my work, but I’m not about to march outside and demand they stop farming (riding, grading, whatever). I just smile and wave, and sometimes they bring me sweet corn :).
I had a crazy neighbour who wanted everyone else to be quiet at 9PM, becuase that’s when he went to bed. Fun times in the summer on a friday night with the pool and BBQ’s the guys was a lunatic. He got so pissed one night he slammed his window so hard it shattered.
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Czarcasm, would you please move this thread to the pit?
Curlcat, I would have been bothered about that as well. I used to have a neighbor who laughed when her dogs snarled and tried to jump over the fence to bite me. Animal control is pretty worthless out here, so I bought one of those hand held sonic noise things. The dogs stopped rushing at me when I walked outside. A couple of months after I moved out, I learned that she was making meth.
This situation is very different.
I just walked outside and the only noise I heard was Crazy Neighbor’s TV, and her shouting at it. I don’t know what she was watching, I don’t care. I can’t hear it when I’m inside and outside noise is just that. Noise that I hear outside.
We had a crazy lady living next door when I was in high school - there was nothing we could do about her. We called the police on her occasionally when she went too far, but they didn’t do anything about her (maybe because she was an older woman - I don’t know). We eventually moved away; that’s about all you can do, in my opinion. Crazy people always win, because they’re so much more willing to amp up the crazy.
The only way is to out-crazy the crazy. You’ll need a Holocaust Cloak and a smoke bomb. Sneak into her house one night and stand at the foot of her bed until she awakens. Set the Holocaust Cloak aflame then scream bloody murder saying “Leave your fucking neighbors alone you horrid bitch!”. Then throw the smoke bomb and flee.
I’ve got a crazy neighbor too! Mine likes to leave 5 minute + rambling messages on my and the other neighbors answering machines. This last time, she was fretting because someone was stealing the gravel out of her driveway and replacing it with cement dust. This was a problem because she has asthma and cannot dust every day, and its destroying her electronics. I found it interesting that it was clearly cement dust, and not dust from the remodeling project she had going on. I also found it interesting that someone is stealing her gravel, not that the limestone is breaking down into dust, as a result of her and family/friends driving in and out of her driveway at least 10 times a day.
Everything that happens to her is a result of it being someone’s fault.
Edit: She isn’t willing to actually talk with people, so when she’s really pissed, she stands in her driveway and screams obscenities that echo beautifully around the area.
