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The trouble with neighbors (redux)

By M Davies   /     Oct 26, 2012  /     I hate my neighbors  /     2 Comments

I’m sure for my usual readers, this won’t be a shock, but my some of neighbors have been annoying me fierce lately.  What will be a shock is that it’s not the usual suspects, Drunken Redneck Volleyball.  This post has been floating around in my head for a few days, but it came to a head when the neighbor did something that pissed me off to the highest level of pissosity.




Became This:



We have a big field adjacent to our house.  We do not own the property, it belongs to the guy who owns the trailer park across the street.  There are 2 acres of land in this field, it borders our house and the neighbor behind us.  The whole thing was plowed and mowed down out of the blue on Wednesday, for seemingly no reason whatsoever.  The field has been a thorn in my side for a while because it becomes overgrown with ragweed and drives all of our allergies berzerk around August each year.  Also, it becomes a yard waste dumping ground for every person that lives on our road.  I don’t mind that so much, it just looks ugly.  Sometimes, trash ends up in the field as well.  That does annoy me to death.  I’ve made it a yearly habit to remove all of the trash in the spring otherwise it looks like we live next to a trash heap.


I guess he’s entitled to mow down the field…it’s his land.  But why now?  Wouldn’t common courtesy be to come over and let us know he’s doing it?  All of the sudden it sounded like a huge tank was driving through our yard, and we look outside to find half of the field gone.  I wish he would have attempted to do this sometime in the summer, you know…when the ragweed was growing.  Now it will be another year before the field grows back, and suddenly I have a direct unwanted view into the trailer park.



Speaking of the trailer park, I blogged about a car accident that happened on Mooretown Road.  It happened right in front of the trailer park, and a tree had to be cut down.  Now the area has become one of those makeshift memorials for the victim, because he passed away.  It was a tragic situation.  However, the memorial looks trashy and they spray painted on the road.  I’m all for memorials, but I think defacing roads, barriers, and whatever else by spray painting for the purpose of remembering someone looks juvenile.


As I mentioned above, the trailer behind the memorial, had the tree cut down directly in front of it because it was mangled by the car wreck.  Now I can see that trailer every time I go to the bus stop or drive up and down the road or get my mail.  Let me say this:  These people are always, always, ALWAYS on their porch.  And they just stare at you.  It’s beyond creepy.  I feel like I’m living in a real life Deliverance.  It could be 2am, when I’m leaving for work, and I guarantee one of them is sitting there waiting to stare me down.


The neighbors that live across the street from us and behind us never cut their grass.  To be fair, the neighbor on the other side of the street is moving, but you still do have to maintain the property.  The neighbor behind us has a broken tractor.  I’ve seen more snakes this year at my house than I have ever seen in my entire lifetime.  Yuck!


The neighbor next to us (with the horses) are usually decent, but we had a situation a few weeks ago where the dog had diarrhead all over the floor one morning.  He was put outside until the mess could be cleaned up.  We did put his water dish out there as well.  For whatever reason, the neighbor I guess decided that we didn’t give him enough water or something, and brought a bowl of water over as if to hint that we were treating our animal cruelly.  No.  We weren’t.  He had water.  He was outside until his bowel situation was under control and brought back inside.   My dog mainly stays in the house, only goes outside to do his business and comes back in.  If he’s outside for an extended time, it’s due to an extreme circumstance.  I don’t walk over and randomly provide water to their horses because I trust that they are in good health.  Mind your own business, please.  Thank you.


Which brings me to the odd smell in the air….when I arrived home last Wednesday, there was a stench in the air that I could only describe as someone burning about 100 different Mia Bella candles all of different scents.  It was horrible.  I walked inside and told Rich about it, and he walked outside and smelled it as well.  It smelled “chemically”.  We’ve noticed some unusual activity down the road lately, and are wondering if there is a meth lab.  I wouldn’t be surprised.  Some of the neighbors further down the road are shady.  Again:  Deliverance.


So there’s that.


Still in all, living out here beats living in the city any day of the week.  I guess we will just have to pony up and buy some trees and border the edge of our property.

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Staying with the theme….

By M Davies   /     Mar 26, 2012  /     I hate my neighbors, NEPA, The WTF File  /     0 Comment

2 3 4 5 Many Many new crimes in Hanover Township — 

From the TL:  A home invasion/shooting/robbery/mugging – http://www.timesleader.com/stories/Shots-fired-in-pursuit-of-stolen-vehicle-,129279

From the CV:  A robbery at the Game Station (video game store) – http://citizensvoice.com/news/courts-police/police-blotter-3-26-12-1.1290444?localLinksEnabled=false#axzz1qEXsFJmB

Also, from the CV:  Where’s my schmoopy?  No you are my schmoopy.  Ahhhh schmoopy schmoopy.  Obviously, not at Schmoopy’s Bar and Grill, because it was burglarized.  http://citizensvoice.com/news/courts-police/police-blotter-3-27-12-1.1290774?localLinksEnabled=false#axzz1qKwLOnFg

From the CV:  And now, there are 5 storm grates missing.  http://citizensvoice.com/news/thieves-yank-grates-from-hanover-township-roads-1.1294052?localLinksEnabled=false#axzz1r047IlOV

Update 04/30/12  From the TL:  Attempted abduction in Hanover Township.  http://www.timesleader.com/stories/Attempted-abduction-in-Hanover-Township-,145199

Update 08/27/12 From the TL:  Someone stabbed on the street I used to live onhttp://www.timesleader.com/stories/Man-jailed-on-assault-charges-,197422

I’m literally thinking of starting up the Wilkes-Barre crime map again…only for Hanover Township this time around.

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It Never Fails

By M Davies   /     Mar 11, 2012  /     Annoyances, I hate my neighbors, NEPA  /     1 Comment

Many people text, put on makeup, channel surf and jam out to the radio while they drive. Not me. I write blog posts. In my head.

It dawned on my on my drive home on Friday that the three year anniversary of the move from Hanover Township to Sweet Valley is coming up. We made the move in March of 2008, after an extensive and exhausting search for a new home. Why did we move? We outgrew the house in Hanover Township. I planned to blog about how happy I am to call this northern corner of Luzerne County my home. That is, until I arrived home.

The first thing my husband said to me when I walked in the door was not "Hi" or "Welcome home". It was "We have a major electrical problem." AGAIN?! What the…?

We've been having issues with various electrical things in the house since last summer.  It started with the power going out for 5 days during Hurricane Irene, continued on with the Washer & Dryer conspiring to stop working at the same time, and in December the baseboard heat decided it should just stop working in the Living Room upstairs.  I pretty much had my fill with stupid house problems last year.  I REEAAAALLLLYYY don't want to start the year with another plethora of crap that needs to be fixed around here.  Anyway, back to the story….

We don't really know what happened, or why it happened, but there is now 0 watts of power going to the master bedroom.  Zero.  Zilch.  Zippo.  Like nothing will turn on.  At all.  When I'm annoyed. I. put. a. period. after. every. word.  The power was working fine in there on Friday morning.  Rich turned off everything before starting to work (he usually works from his computer room in the basement).  He went back upstairs sometime in the afternoon and nothing would turn on.  He thought, "Uh oh, I bet a fuse is blown."  He went over to the fuse panel and proceeded to throw every switch.  Nothing turned back on.  He went back into the basement where we have a second fuse panel and threw every switch there.  Still nothing turned back on in the bedroom.  What the….?!?!?!?!

It's now Sunday and still the entire bedroom remains powerless.  We have no idea what's wrong, but it's more than likely going to require a professional electrician to come out and look at the wiring.  I'm really nervous about what that may end up costing us.  Also, I'm even more nervous about what he may find.  When the baseboard heat stopped working in the living room….Rich came to the conclusion that the thermostat was bad.  He turned off the power and took it off of the wall to find something majorly wrong inside of the wall.  Basically the wiring got hot enough to melt through the plastic shielding that surrounded it and the wires were bare and exposed.  We are seriously lucky that the entire house did not burn down.  I'm not really sure how hot it would have needed to be to melt wires, but it kind of freaks me out thinking about it. 

Here's the thing about this house, it's a divorce house.  The people that lived here before us got divorced, and the wife ended up with it.  The husband was some kind of masterful electrician.  If you toured the house, you'd know what I mean.  There are about 8000 light switches (I still have no idea what half of them are supposed to control), 2 fuse panels (as previously mentioned), an external garage completely wired up, a timer, and a million and one weird configurations of lights and etc.  I'm really wondering two things.  1) Was he really a good electrician or one of those hacks that says they know a lot about electricity?  2)  Did he purposely wire crap up to fail after the divorce papers were served?  I'm not one for conspiracy theories…but…..

All things considered, I do really love Sweet Valley.  I'm very happy to call it my home.  I may have some odd neighbors, but nothing like the lunatics I lived next door to in Lee Park.  I would take the lunacy any day over the week over the scumbags, murderers, thieves, more thieves and megan's law violators.  By the look of things, not much has changed in Hanover Township.  Just this week, 3 major crimes happened within a 24 hour timefame.

1.  Marion Terrace Slashing

2.  A Drug Bust

3.  Shooting Near the American Legion

I think we made the right decision by moving out when we did.  The city is starting to get more and more dangerous each day. 

Now *ahem* about that electrical problem…..anyone know a good reliable yet affordable electrician? 

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The Stiff

By M Davies   /     Nov 01, 2011  /     Annoyances, I hate my neighbors, The WTF File  /     2 Comments

[Sidenote:  This is a extremely abbreviated version of the story.]

3 years ago we moved from Hanover Township to Sweet Valley.  We had simply outgrown the house that we lived in.  After months and months of searching, we finally came across the listing for the house that we live in now and put a bid on it.  There was much back and forth between the sellers and ourselves, but we worked through all of the issues and the offer was accepted.  We moved in March of 2008. 

After the move, the house in Hanover Township was left vacant.  We tried to do a "For Sale by Owner" and also listed the property with a real estate agent with no luck.  Our move came in the middle of the housing bubble burst, and not many people were buying or being approved for loans.  The burden of maintaining two properties and two mortgage payments was becoming out of control.  You don't realize how much yard work there is until you are doing it once a week for 2 houses that are 20 miles apart.  Not to mention, shoveling of sidewalks, watching for burglars, carting of garbage/recycling, maintaining utility payments, and, and and……

We were approached by my sister-in-law about people that she knew that were looking for a place to rent.  She mentioned our house.  The people came and looked at it and agreed to rent it from us which covered the mortgage payment and they also took care of the yard work….for the most part.  One of my neighbors in Hanover Township is a royal asshat and causes issues all of the time for me.  We had the Hanover Township code enforcement officer out a few times because the narc'd about the grass being too high or the dog poop wasn't being cleaned up fast enough.  It was the middle of winter, in the city, and there was a 6ft high privacy fence.  Someone has too much time on their hands….


They stayed for about a year which was excellent because it did not mean having to come up with 2 mortgage payments every month.  I was actually starting to get caught up on bills.  Then we received the bad news that they were leaving.  I had to find another renter, or be faced with coming up with 2 mortgage payments again around the holidays.  Things were not looking good.

Enter Jeff and Nicole.  In a rare moment, I'm actually going to use these people's real names because they do not deserve the privilege of anonymity after what they've put me through.  Both were friends of a mutual friend of mine and they were looking to move back to PA from Virginia Beach as the cost of living is more reasonable in this area.  We signed a rental agreement that stated they were to pay 600 dollars every month (just as the previous renters were).  The terms of the lease were a month-to-month contract.  I believe there was also to be a security deposit, but I do not have my court papers in front of me.  I received 1/2 month of rent the entire 3 months that they lived in my house.  300 dollars.  That's it.  Well wait a minute….now that I think about it, I did get a check for 250 which bounced in my checking account right before Christmas, and was also given a $500 check that I was unable to cash from M&T.  I went there every week with that check in the hopes that there would be funds available.  The check expired before THAT HAPPENED.  They owed me $1500.00 and it was starting to put a financial burden on my life. 

After consulting with SEVERAL friends, who are all godsends I might add, it was determined that it was time to take action.  After researching the Pennsylvania Landlord-Tennant law of 1959, I found out that I did in fact, have the legal right to get them evicted.  There was a certain protocol that needed to be followed.  I checked with my local Magistrate's office, and I needed to give a 10 day notification of the eviction in writing.  I did that.  Taped the notice right to the door with a witness.  Then I filed a Landlord Tenant Complaint with the Magistrate's office and was scheduled a hearing.  Check.  I would have filed the paperwork sooner, but I was broke and had to borrow the cost of the fees from my Mother.  How sad is that?  I was 29, borrowing money from my mother.

I showed up to the hearing nervous as shit.  My hands could not stop shaking.  I knew that if they did not show up to the hearing that chances are I would have been granted the Order of Possession, but they did end up showing up (albeit late).  When I was finally called back into the courtroom of the Magistrate's office, I presented all of my evidence including profane text messages that were sent to me by these scumbags, as well as ones that clearly stated that they would not pay and that "my money would be used for a lawyer".  That's funny, because there wasn't one present.  Nicole, as smart as she thought she was, told the judge that she didn't feel like she should need to leave because she needed to save up money for another place (….while living in mine scott free….).  The Magistrate then explained to her how landlords are still responsible for mortgage payments even when their tenants do not pay.  Then the Magistrate questioned why it took so long for me to file suit, and I told him that it was because I had to borrow the money from my Mom.  That seemed to seal their fate.  Possession was granted and they needed to vacate the premises within 10 days.  I was also granted a judgement for the back rent $1500 dollars plus court fees. 

You might be thinking, YAY, She won!!  No, not yay.  I have yet to receive a dime of any of that money.  These scumbag deadbeats left town without paying me a dime and have not tried to establish contact with me since.  Technically, I can go and have the paperwork filed with the Luzerne County Courthouse to have a lien put in their names, but there's little that can be done for it to be enforced unless they reside in Pennsylvania.  From my understanding, the lien basically entitles me to get what is owed to me should they ever come into a large sum of money.  However, every Tom, Dick & Harry debt collector (including banks) are after them as well.  My name would be added to this list somewhere, probably toward the bottom.  I could see some of the money or no money.  I told the story to a Leadership Wilkes-Barre classmate who was also in my project group, and a lawyer.  He was rather impressed that I was able to get a judgement all by myself sans legal representation.  He helped to draft a letter to the jerkoff's in an attempt to make a payment arrangement to collect my judgement.  They ignored two letters from him and then disappeared.  To where, I don't know….

Until today, when I heard from the mutual friend that Jeff & Nicole are living in Michigan.  Apparently, they've fallen on bad times because he had lost his job.  They face the prospect of being homeless I guess.  And rightfully so, they skip from town to town and do not pay anyone….landlords, utilities, banks or money they borrow from people.  There's only so long that you can live a lifestyle of lies and deceit before it catches up with you.  I feel no remorse.  You took food directly out of my children's mouth. 

Karma.  She is a bitch, heyna?

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Love Letters v2.0

By M Davies   /     Jun 13, 2009  /     Annoyances, I hate my neighbors, NEPA, The Squirrel Bastard  /     1 Comment

Dear Walmart in W-Barre,

What the hell? Seriously. Isn't it enough I already conceded to going to your store vs. Target or Kmart or anywhere else where I'd have an ounce of dignity left? Now I have to deal with your crappy remodeling? Dog food where the diapers used to be? WTF! Not cool. Not cool at all.

Dear scumbag neighbors in Lee Park,

Fuck you. That is all. I am aware that YOU are the ones that are calling the Hanover Township Code Enforcement Officers on us. Have fun trying to collect that payoff you were expecting on the "Cash for Kids scam lawsuit". I'm sure your welfare check will cover your lawyer expenses until you get your payoff. If you kept your legs together this wouldn't have been an issue.


Dear tourists camping in Ricketts Glen,

Stop getting into accidents on 415 and 118.


Dear Detroit Red Wings Fans,

Booing? Really? You all suck. Pittsburgh was the better team and you know it. Its too bad none of your fans will be able to afford tickets to games next year as half of your fans work for GM or Chrysler.

Dear Squirrel.

STOP EATING THE BIRD FOOD OUT OF THE FEEDER.  The next purchase I make will be for a bb gun and bb's.  YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!!!


I'll try being nicer, if you try being smarter.

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Early Saturday

By M Davies   /     May 16, 2009  /     I hate my neighbors, Mommyhood  /     3 Comments

I was woken up 3 separate times so far this morning.  I kept hearing drums all night or possibly bass music from someone’s car.  I decided to get up and investigate what the hell was going on.  We live admist a bunch of trailers.  We do not live in a trailer – its a modular, but anyway there are a bunch of trailers including a trailer park around us.  These guys that live across from us caddy corner (in a trailer) always have these drunken nights/days where they are playing horseshoes, or volleyball, or…  tonight they were all gathered around a fire, playing fucking bongo drums….at 4 o’ fucking clock in the morning.  Can you tell I’m not a morning person?

Whatever.  At least I identified where the sound was coming from and could go back to bed.  Or so I thought.

I was in mid REM cycle when Gabby comes out of her room asking me if she could watch Nick Jr. play date because its on.  I mumbled something to her, to go put it on in her room.  She took this as permission to put on her TV and blare it at full volume.  Then she comes out of her room again telling me that she needed a bucket to puke in, I told her to just go into the bathroom and throw up into the toilet.  So I heard her in there doing that.  At that point Rich wakes up and flips out on her for having the TV turned up so loud. 

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  At any rate, I’m up. There’s no going back to bed now.

What is up with Nick-at-Nite anymore?  I remember vividly when I was maybe 7 or 8 watching Mr. Ed, the Donna Reed show, Car 54 Where are you?, Get Smart and such shows with my grandfather.  To me those shows are classic TV and will forever be mortalized in Nick-at-Nite status for that very reason.  I was flipping through the TV this morning and now Nick-at-Nite has The Nanny on?  What the hell?  Home Improvement?  Family Matters?  Have I woke up in a parallel universe? 

Speaking of Mr. Ed…

Our neighbors directly next door got horses!  Two honest-to-god real, live horses.  I have rode on horses before, but never in my life have I experienced living next to them and getting to see them all of the time.  They are so NEAT!  Here are some pics: 



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