Can I get a drug bust?

Yes folks, it is true. There was a drug bust in the neighborhood last week. I stopped home to let the dog out and there were men with guns searching and seizing. I can't make this stuff up!

Toilet Paper and Maxi-pads, Oh MY!

Sometime Sunday evening the toilet paper and maxi-pad caper attacked a neighbor's house. I told you this neighborhood was interesting!

Time Warp to June 2005

This is the story of a girl, we will call her Little Bear, and her neighbor, who we will call Crazy Bear. This story takes place during the summer of 2005. Little Bear and Crazy Bear had both just moved into their homes about seven months prior to this incident. Things had always been cordial between Little Bear and Crazy Bear, but things changed drastically the day Little Bear got herself a dog, who we will call Little Pup.

Here is Little Bear's take on Crazy Bear.

From the time I moved in it has been an adventure, to say the least. I should have known there was trouble ahead when she was knocking on my back sliding-glass door the morning I started moving in, but I was naive. Argh! There have been a long series of events that have lead me to believe she is completely insane. Examples- 1. when my little brother answered my door and she exclaimed, "I didn't know you had an inter-racial brother! I'm inter-racial!" and proceeded to push her way into my house. 2. when she saw my mom get out of the car with me and she exclaimed, "You look just like my momma!" (and if you are reading this wondering why I say she "exclaims" everything, it's cause she does. She either exclaims or yells.) 3. When I got Little Pup, my dog, and she said, "you gonna keep it?" 4. When she came outside in her "nightie" at 6am in the middle winter to yell at me about having to see my dog poop. Yes, this all happened; I can't make this stuff up! 5. Her writing me a note apologizing for her behavior...and that brings us to last night, the kicker!

I got home from work, put Little Pup on her tie-out, and ran to get my mail. From the mail box, which is not directly in front of my house, but not far away, I hear her yelling my name. (You have to hear the way she says my name, it is horrible!) I came around the corner of my house and I see her going INTO my garage, while she continues to yell my name. Little Pup is barking at her, so I say very dryly and uninterested, "What?" And this is when the craziness is unleashed. I can't remember all of what was said, but to summarize:
She should not have to listen to my dog bark, she hates the fact that my dog poops and she has to see her do it out her back door, it is ridiculous that my lawn has brown spots in it....i can't even remember it all, cause i tuned her out at this point.

My responses ranged from, 1. you're crazy 2. don't talk to me as if I'm 12, I am an adult and I will not talk to you until you treat me like one. 3. you make no sense, one day you're putting notes on my door apologizing, and the next you're yelling at me about stupid stuff. 4. do not talk to me EVER again, you don't exist. 5. if you EVER yell at me again I'm going to call the police.

This woman is beyond INSANE! She's so insane that I can't even give you a comparison. She's nuttier than squirrel shit!

Lucky for us, we do not have Crazy Bear's take on the situation. Let's be honest - it would just be crazy, so we don't care to hear it anyway!

Sadly, Crazy Bear abandoned her home in December of 2005. Little Bear threw a party in celebration of her departure.

Lots O Noise

Welcome neighbor, it is a great day in the neighborhood today. The police have been out to the naked neighbors house. Today it is for noise. The noise was so loud it could be heard over television and with the doors closed. The police did show up and turned off his radio of course when he started talking with the police officer he made sure to play it all inocent. See video.

Welcome to the neighborhood, for real

Welcome, welcome, welcome. This blog is devoted to the non-sense that happens within the development of the Village of Shannon Green, located in Canal Winchester, Ohio. You may wonder why I think a neighborhood is worthy of a blog, and that is a good question, indeed. This question will be answered in time, as Mulder and Scully (the names of residents have been changed to protect privacy) add to this blog, it will soon become clear to everyone what it is that makes VSG so special.

Can I get a Spanking?

Is it a sick fantasy or is it truth? You be the judge.