Pointless calls

Monday was a typical day I thought. Did the usual morning chores and had my coffee, sent Goof off to work. As we were getting Stinky ready, he mentioned that the kids were outside and they were talking and pointing at our house. I didn't think much of it. Why bother with it all. So we head out to the car, and I open the garage door, and had Stinky pull the garbage can. I saw a white American sedan parked in front of Babymama's house. Again, not my concern. But when I pulled out of the garage I saw Babymama and the woman standing on the lawn looking at my house and pointing at it. Then I saw the logo on the side of the sedan. The water company. I dropped Stinky off, went to the library, and post office and came back to the sedan being gone. While we have no idea what that was about, if she was calling the water company on me for having a green lawn, then she got shot down. The water restrictions are pretty clear. Watering from 6am to 10am on certain days, only for 25 min and using a hand held sprayer. Now it gets better. Later that day I learn that water restrictions have loosened. I can water with sprinklers from midnight to 10am on the same days, same with power washing the house, or washing my car. Ha ha! I did that today too. I watered the backyard while washing my car this morning. In my bikini.

Yesterday was a crazy day. It was quiet for me, the usual noise from her children playing in the cul de sac. Then about 3pm I heard barking and shrieking. I was sewing so I looked out the window and saw 5 boys running as fast as they could. There was a dog chasing them. Rather funny watching them run back and forth from Babymama's house to Enabler's house. I watched for a few minutes, then felt it was necessary to call AC. I saw the boys run into Babymama's house, while she stood on her front steps and tried to call the dog to her. Why would you call a dog to your front door? Your garage is open, try leading it there. She had no leash in hand either. As she planted her fat ass on the step and tried to call the dog over, her younger boys tried to come outside. The loose dog ran towards them. She yelled at them to get back in, and her dog tried to charge out. At this point I grabbed a spare leash and headed out. I called out that I called AC. She then proceeded to yell at me. I didn't know anything, it was the neighbor's dog, and I should go back into the house. Now how did I know it was the neighbor's dog? I didn't see another adult outside besides her. I relayed this to AC when I called them too. So obviously she decided she was in charge. At this point Stinky had come outside. Fred yelled at us to go back inside our house. So he's feeling brave with Babymama standing there. Stinky gave him the finger, and Fred called back that they were not afraid of Stinky. Stinky told them to 'Shut the hell up Fatasses' Which Babymama, yelled at me, because my son swears and hers don't. I responded back, you keep telling yourself that. Okay, the answer for me should have been not to call, and watch her boys get bit. Or stood on my porch and watched the show, and yelled out to the boys to MAN UP as Kioskman says. I was pretty pissed as I was truly concerned that the boys would get bit the way they were running around screeching.

When I went back in the house I saw the dog had run to the side of her house and the boys went back out, then the dog came charging again. They all ran back into the house including Babymama. I saw they had left a bat on my grass. These last few weeks I've been picking up their refuse off my lawn. Very irritating as they were told by the police to avoid us, and we were to do the same. Obviously that means, don't harass us, and we don't harass them, including trashing up anyone's property. I went back outside checked my mailbox, picked up a newspaper, and the bat. The boys were watching from her front door and hollered at her that I was taking their bat. She yelled at me to put it back. I responded, I'm not putting it back on my grass, I don't want trash on my lawn, I'm throwing it away. She threatened to call the police on me, and I responded go ahead, I'm cleaning up my yard. So the police came. Three cars for a bat. They came over and asked for the bat back. I told them it was in my trash. The cop was really slow. He asked if it was in the house. I said the trash can on the side of the house. You put it on the curb trashcan? No, I don't have a trashcan on the curb, I have the can on the side of the house per city ordinances. So another cop went to get it. This guy took my name and birthdate, asked me why I did it. I said I pick up trash from my yard daily. Cups, plates, popsicle wrappers, whatever they throw on my grass. He suggested, I next time go over and ask them to pick it up. I told him, I would not as the woman had made racists remarks to me, and her vitriol against me has escalated. He then saw the bat and asked me if I rubbed dog shit on it. I told him no. I put it in the trash can. But there is dog shit on it. I cleaned my dog kennel this morning, and I put the feces out in the trash. Did you use it to clean the dog shit? Excuse me? I picked up my dog waste and put it in the outside trash. Did you use the bat? I picked up the feces this morning, and put it in the outside trash can, how does someone use a bat to pick up dog feces? So they took the bat back to them, and left. Of course this point AC shows up. I spoke to the woman and I told her, that the dog has gone away, and I don't know where. It was chasing the boys back and forth. I gave her a description of the dog and the color of it's collar.

Goof told me as soon as I text him about AC, that she would blame me. Sure enough he was correct. Would it have been my fault if her children had been bitten? I'm sure of it. I could have called AC. Whatever. It just proves the phrase, 'No good deed is rewarded' with these people.

I'm pissed off at her telling me to go back in my house. I have every right to be outside. It certainly is in her rights to tell me to go back in. Just as it's my right to stand outside and watch her fat ass jiggle. She's called the police on us 4 times in a little over a month. All for incidents that are on my property. At this point who the hell is harassing who? Goof was pissed off at the police for what they told me. He called them up and got one of the responding officers. He bitched them out. How could they tell me to go over and knock on their door to pick their garbage up? If they toss garbage on my lawn and I toss it back, they would call the police on me. If I go over and tell them to pick it up, I would be attacked verbally and possibly physically, so the only option the cop said I could do was what I did, pick it up and put it in my trash. Oh, I'm supposed to be able to tell the difference between trash and a bat. Well now, am I now to give them a time frame on when to pick up their trash? What constitutes trash? A newspaper? Teletubby plate? Cups? Popsicle wrappers? Fruit roll wrappers? Bat? I am suppose to sort their trash for them? Simple answer, don't leave anything on my grass. Yes it was on my property. Three feet away from the power box, two feet away from the curb. No easement right of ways there.