Cursed

I'm sure, like we did, you thought our neighbor problems were gone. We had a couple living next door. He was a little weird but she was super friendly and very nice. We've helped each other out with car problems, gave friendly waves and were generally nice with each other. Then Sunday happened.

We've decided that the apartment next to us is most definitely cursed. Let's recap, I've told you horror stories of the druggy baby mama with the abusive boyfriend, the one who tried to "borrow" our internet and phones forever, and the heroin dealers that we got arrested. I long for our first neighbors who we could hear snoring all night and smoked outside our front door constantly.

Back to Sunday, they have been packing and getting ready to move out for the past couple weeks when apparently as our neighbor girl was cleaning up the apartment to move she found a bunch of weird drug stuff, discovered her boyfriend was doing heroin and also selling meth. That apartment is cursed. No one leaves without a drug addiction or jail sentence, it's craziness. At least this time we lived next to a courteous druggie. I'd like to think we are moving in the right direction.

Needless to say I'm less than hopeful as to what kind of crazy we're going to be dealing with next.

Another one bites the dust

  

2:30 am Tuesday we both woke up. Not from the yelling and screaming coming from next door, but more from the doors slamming and our entire house shaking like crazy. The force with which our neighbors slam doors is as impressive as it is infuriating.

Granted, this is really nothing new. The neighbors love to slam doors and bang on walls and generally just try to shake our house until it falls down, usually between the hours of 2am and 6am. Thanks guys. So Tuesday morning we had had enough. Chad called the police. We figured they would show up, tell them to calm the freak down and shut up and all would be well.

As usual when it comes to any of the neighbors we have ever had here, things got a little crazy.

After the police showed up it took Paul 20 minutes to answer the flippin door. 20 minutes. Police are not known for their quiet knocking/banging either. Needless to say we were awake and waiting to see what would happen. The officer finally called Chad to see what was going on and that's when Paul decided to answer the door. And that's when the horrible lying began.

Here is when we learn one of our first lessons of the night: If your going to lie, learn to do it well. Because if your going to lie to the police, it better be believable.

Paul had asked who was knocking at the door after the very first knock, but opened it 20 minutes later because... he had gotten in the shower. Breanna couldn't come to the door because she was.... naked. He didn't have his ID with him at his home because.... his Grandma has it. He doesn't know the last names of any of his roommates because.... he has ADHD. What?

After a while the police manage to get themselves in their house. And here's our second lesson of the night: Don't invite police into your home when you have drug paraphernalia all over the place.

Breanna tried unsuccessfully to hide a needle cap that was sitting on the couch by sitting on it. At one point she explained that sometimes she smokes weed, but only when someone else is smoking it and offers some to her. But she's never shot up a day in her life. Literally, that's what she said.

Some time later they got a warrant to search the entire house. Because, let's be real honest, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on here. I've been saying it since they moved it. And if we are still being honest, I'm actually just a tad bit pleased that I was right, although again, didn't take a genius.

Chad heard them rustling around in the bedroom where he over heard them find marijuana plants and a rolling machine. Due to the fact that there were needle caps in the living room, I'm assuming that there were probably some other things found as well. At this point in the morning, it was now 5:30 am. I was long asleep and Chad finally went back to sleep as well.

Other lessons we learn from this evening: Maybe just don't do drugs. Maybe don't sell drugs. Especially out of your apartment. Your neighbors all know what's happening. Or if you're going to, at least attempt to be less obvious about it. Maybe try to be a bit more sneaky about your illegalness.  Maybe answer your door when the police show and just apologize for whatever they are there for and leave it at that instead of acting like a lying drug addict. Just some of my thoughts.

Obviously we were more than curious as to how the evening ended so we googled it. Thanks to our watchdog neighbor (whom we love) we know that St. George posts all of the arrests that are made online. You already know how it ended due to the lovely pictures above. We really didn't mean for it to play out like this. We just wanted some quiet, and for the doors to stop slamming. Unfortunately for them it ended in arrests, a count of drug possession and paraphernalia possession for each of them, and two bonds of $12,000 each.

Last lesson: Go hug your neighbors and be grateful that you don't have ours.

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

First, I would just like to clarify that we are not in the habit of letting random strangers into our house. And when we do, we call the police on them :) Secondly, we really do keep our house locked up well, we have a very loud dog that barks at anyone or anything that passes by the front/back/side of our apartment, and we don't regularly leave everything of value within 5 feet of our front door. In fact we never do unless we are home and using it.

To top it all of we have all kinds of people going in and out of the apartment next door all day long. Seriously, I feel like I never see the same people twice. We've decided they either teach piano lessons or sell drugs. And I've never heard any kind of music coming out of their apartment so I'll just let you come to the same conclusions that I've come to. I have decided that the constant flow of people will deter any potential robbers from breaking into my house. It's just too hard when the neighbors are this busy... and getting the police called on them. I'm just a glass half full type of gal this morning :) Aaaaand, to top it all off they have never asked once to borrow anything. Love my drug dealing neighbors.

Awkward:

• Almost running over a chicken in the road. What the....
• Dumping hot enchilada sauce all over the kitchen (ok, and me and Chad). Then trying to re-correct and spilling even more.
• Trying to chase down one of our neighbors small dogs at 3am. She left over the weekend and the stupid thing was just wandering around barking ALL. NIGHT. LONG.  
• Trying to lay out in the sun and get some color (hiding in your house from the heat means you stay as white as you are when it's the dead of winter) only to give up less than a half hour in because you are drenched and dying from heat stroke. Ok, not really, but holy smokes it was too hot.

Awesome:

• Chad's homemade chimichangas.
• Have I mentioned that we turned our guest bedroom into a giant closet? I can't remember, but it's awesome for when you don't want to fold clean laundry.
• SnapChat with Taylor
• Getting Rukia to play on the play structure at the park. She wasn't about to go down the slide though.

Happy Thursday!