#Vice grip garage moving how to

Anyhow, he went camping in the desert with a little worker-buddy-kid who woke up in the night freezing cold and solved the problem by moving the bbq into the toy-hauler trailer they were sleeping in, and by morning that was the end of both of them. He dumped fantastic amounts of tree refuse on the lot, covered it over and called it fill. Next owner, a tree trimmer who moved a dozen workers onto the property in trailers, dumping sewage where? Rap music which I hate mostly due to typical lyrics, mariachi which I don't mind but don't need to hear every day in my own space. They next tried to close the (dirt) road in front of their property so no one could drive past, I went to battle with them on that, and won, awhile later their marriage or whatever broke up and they moved on. These gals went to the town council for approval to move in even more animals claiming we were in agreement, when we got wind we showed up at the meeting and their faces went white. Male goats pee on themselves and in summertime the stench was so bad we couldn't leave the house. Then we got a pair of gals who brought 30 animals in, with a pig pen 25 feet from our bedroom window and male goats. He eventually moved to Utah to 'have more space', why he would need that when his life was just focused on the property line, I don't know. We couldn't be out in the yard without his eyes through the gaps or face over the top having something to say or expertise to offer. But I'm not a neighborhood problem, everybody else is (my opinion).Īlong the back fence, while we've lived here, we started with a spy-neighbor.always peering through/over the fence, we were warned by the people we bought from who liked to skinny-dip in the pool at night but couldn't because of him. I keep 'way too many dead vehicles here, cars, trucks, boats. To me the bloodhound sounds more like vengeance than horror because I'm not the one running barefoot through the swamp trying to get away. So rent a Chihuahua and tie it to a tree and ask your neighbor which she'd rather hear - a Chihuahua or a bloodhound.

After an ugly confrontation at her front door I learned that she'd tied the Chihuahua outside because it was infested with fleas and she didn't want it in the house. Ohhh wait, I DO know - the single mom had a Chihuahua tied to a tree in the back yard and it screamed every breath for hours, particularly while I was trying to go to sleep.

#Vice grip garage moving how to

I don't know how to break in neighbors because I was always the one getting broke in. I've got worser stories because the house next door on the garage side was a rental when we moved in and it was a single mom with two inbred kids but we won't go there. I went out there giggling and she said, 'Well, this is a heck of a way to meet the neighbors.' That's my best 'meet the neighbors' story. If the tree hadn't been there the Tahoe would have gone a good ways through our garage and mashed all the boxes we had not yet unpacked. Superman had left her Tahoe in neutral while she ran back in the house for a few seconds and the Tahoe rolled out of their driveway into our yard and hit the oak tree that was in front of the garage (we hadn't had time yet to have the tree cut down).

I looked out the window and yep, that was a wreck. We'd lived here about a couple weeks and one afternoon we were sitting in the living room watching the local 6:00 news when there was a big loud deep WHUMP outside.