Loving your neighbor and all that ...

Pictured Above: A neighbor who moved recently.

We love our neighbors. All of them. Even the ones we don't know. We love that right across the street is a little church and that said church is packed come Sunday morning, evening and Wednesday nights. It's nice to wave at people you don't know. It's nice that the youth like to sell hotdogs on Saturdays and that the Bloodmobile pulls up bright & early one Sunday each quarter.

But what we don't like is that the parking lot of the church has become the place to be if you're going to fight or threaten to kill someone. Yep, you read that right. A couple of weeks ago, in the middle of a phone conversation with another neighbor, I said, "Do you hear something outside?" "Yep," she said. Being that I'm the nosiest neighbor ever, I opened the front door and walked out on the front porch to hear more of this *ahem* conversation. It was after 10 p.m. Most people were abed, so not disturbed. But not me or Amanda. We were witness to a down-right ugly, worthy of an episode of Cops fight - right across the street, in the church parking lot. There was hitting, kicking, name-calling, police calling (by Amanda, thank you very much!), arm-breaking, and the coup de grace, running form the police by Leroy.

And that my friends, is why we don't have cable, Direct TV or DishNetwork. We have Cops episodes being filmed in our own front yard at least monthly. What more could a girl want?

A pool. Of course. And so good neighbor Amanda (who does not fight with her husband in the front yard, scream at him, punch him or hit him, kick his car door in, etc.) and her sweet, kind, husband Larry obliged. Right now the pool is filling up. I can see it from my kitchen window (refer to above note about my nosiness).

Wouldn't you like to be my neighbor too?