[Ms Grumpy]

David and I moved into our home 14 years ago when I was almost 8 months pregnant. We pulled up with the big moving truck and our 3 teenagers, and proceeded to start unloading the truck. All of a sudden a young man walked up and introduced himself as Warren and said he was our neighbor and asked if we needed any help. Before we could say anything, Warren started carrying stuff into the house. For the next 3 hours he helped us unload the truck and put together bunk beds and whatever we needed. It was a sad day, 8 years ago, when Warren and his wife Karyn told us they were moving. To this day we are still friends.

The young couple that moved into Warrens house are nice, but not the same relationship we had with Warren and his wife.

The house next door to us is our nightmare. About 10 years ago it became a rental house. We have called the police many times on the tenants that have lived there. One of the past tenants almost got into a physical confrontation with David, and the police were called numerous times. We have had crazy people in the house, people that don't take care of the house. The last lady was a little older and we had the kids shovel her driveway and sidewalk, then when she left she told the landlord that our kids were mean to her. Currently we have a family that we don't see a lot, but we hear their little "yapping" dog all the time, they tie him to the rail on the front porch late at night. Then one of them likes to pull up in the driveway and play his "thumping" music at 11:30pm at night, right near my sons bedroom. I am sure that they love me starting my car early in the morning. Especially when I rev the engine to warm it up.