The early signs of spring

Today was a gorgeous day. Actually the weekend was fantastic too. Warm 70*F days, the early signs of spring. Also I found a dandelion in the front lawn. Stinky had a good weekend. He was able to play outside Sat, saw Watchmen with Big Red and spend the night at his house. Sunday was another great day for him. He got to spend the day hanging out with the new neighbor girl, and got me to chauffeur them around on the cart. He also didn't have to mow the lawn yesterday. I had to carefully get him to mow the front lawn today after school. That was a tricky situation. Oh no, I've got a teen who doesn't want to do chores, especially since he got the prize first. I gave him money to see the movie and spend at the store.

Now I'm curious is it cicada season? Tonight the bugs are noisy! Something is outside buzzing and shrilling loudly. That's what I don't like about spring and summer, the bugs. I already got a minor bug bite on my leg, so I had to pull out the bug spray.

Something that Goof noticed on Saturday. We decided to run errands and took the cart. As we drove through the Walmart parking lot, he passed Babymama and her brood. As I was the passenger, I didn't notice anything on the left side. Both he and Stinky saw them, and the looks they gave us. Dramaqueen had a look on his face, that to both of them, seem to interpret as part yearning and resigned. The boy has lost Fred, which has led him to stay quiet and not cause Stinky trouble. They said Babymama, looked at us and laughed. I'm sure she tried to make light of the fun we could be having on the cart, or perhaps something to the tune, of "Their cars are probably in need of repair hence the cart usage." We don't think highly of her, now do we?

Goof also saw her go out and talk to the new neighbors. I'm sure she'll be friendly for a short period, then ignore and hate them too. What is there to like about these new people? They have been married before the conception of their oldest child. They have bought a nice home, they have cars and cart. Husband makes a decent living. Wife just took a trip to visit family. Gee, they are horrible people aren't they?

Of course Goof still gets a chuckle over the snowman and Christmas wreath hanging by her door. She finally took down the Santa Claus door hanger. There are 11 more days until spring. So we are joking to see if the winter decorations go down or hang around until Easter.

Argh, head cold!

I came down with a head cold, or perhaps mild case of the flu on Tuesday. I just felt really crappy, and Goof noticed that I had a fever that night. So Wednesday I curled up and slept most of the day, same with yesterday. I'm feeling human today.
I'm still freezing, and we might get some flurries on Tuesday. Snow! While it's all lovely when you have very little, it's pretty bad up North. Glad I'm not there. I'm not happy with cold weather for long periods of time.

Goof made a request for dinner tonight. Meatloaf it will be. Glad to know that he likes my meatloaf. It's nice to know that the family likes certain things, and willing to eat it often enough. It's not chicken, but ground beef. It's hard enough trying to figure out what to make for the family without putting them off with constant repeats. Especially as most of the populace is also on a budget. Food costs are still high, unemployment is scary enough as it is.

Interesting note. It seems Fred and Barney have moved out. Stinky informed me on Monday that Fred has left the school. One of his friends told Stinky that he's moved to another county. Where we aren't sure. What this means is that dramaqueen doesn't have anyone to draw his courage from. We've noticed that he's leaving Stinky alone, not harassing him on the bus, or making eye contact. This has been going on even before Fred moved away. Which is a nice relief. Goof still wants Kiosk man to lose his job. It's hard to have feelings of human decency, when your neighbor wishes bad things to happen to your child. So we don't bear grudges against their kids, but we certainly hope something bad happens to the adults. Goof had thought kiosk man lost his job as he was home all of last week, and we heard that his company laid off 8,0000 employees. I tend to think that he's got another part time job. Or his hours were cut down tremendously. Goof has been making fun of Babymama's Christmas decorations. They are still up. He doesn't believe she will come out of her house for public viewing anytime soon. The emails he sent did their job cutting down her self esteem. That maybe true, I personally don't care.

It's on bitch!

The war has begun. Emails have been sent that tore down her fragile ego, and proved Fattianne, and Kioskman wrong on so many points. Video feed has been saved of their temper and violence. Now she's trying to spread her brand of hate and violence to Fred and his brother. We have evidence, and will turn that over to the police.

OMG and the week has just begun

Yesterday I was sitting on the screen porch and I heard noises, it seems Dramaqueen was sent to the backyard to pull the tree limb off the fence. Well he and his half brothers were milling around he managed to yank the limb off and he dropped it on my side. It's not like he didn't know I was out there. Lulu was barking and growling at him. So I went in an hour later, and I mentioned it. Well, I guess he was in a not taking it mood, and he found the feed and made a cd. Called the police and wanted them cited or at least an apology. Well, we know that the apology wasn't coming. Funny thing is that Babymama admitted that she told Dramaqueen to yank the branch and just drop it. The police shrugged his shoulders when she admitted she just leaves the branches and whatnot where ever they may land. That is really lazy.

Funny thing, their lawn looked somewhat decent when the police came. Why? Well Saturday I had Stinky mow all the lawns. I gather that the swarm of bastards saw it all, and they must have felt inclined to do some yard work. Babymama had to start the mower for Dramaqueen. Of course Babymama clipped her hedges and left the debris where it may. The fallen limb on the side of her house is still there. As Stinky says, their lawn takes less time to mow than ours because it's half dead.

I warned everyone that they would go looking for things to harass us. Well they did. Today we ran a little late leaving the school, and when Stinky and I got back to the subdivision, we saw the bus drop the kids off. So we proceed with caution, and as we pass by Dramaqueen, the bastard has the gall to yell profanities at us. I was still driving slowly and Stinky got mad. He told me to stop the car, as he took off his seatbelt and opened the door. Oh yea I stopped. Stinky in socks no less, stalked over to Dramaqueen, and asked him what he said. Dramaqueen, replied, "You heard me. What are you going to do about it?" Well I had yelled at Stinky to get back in the car, but as it was, he threw a punch instead. It looked like he missed Dramaqueen, as that little bitch turned and ducked. Stinky stood there for a moment, and Dramaqueen got back up and tried to puff up and stare Stinky down. He backed down, and turned away. Stinky started to walk back towards me, and again Dramaqueen puffed up and came at Stinky. Again Stinky turned around and finally the kid realized he's too much of a coward.

I didn't think Stinky got the kid, and he said he didn't to me when he got back in the car. I told him, Babymama would call the police and sure enough she did. She stood outside and waited to see my kid being hauled off by the cops. Didn't happen as we've made a case against the harassment her kids have given my son for the last 18 months. Of course there was taunting out the windows about her weight, and her son not 'Manning up'. The police officer told her that this had to end, her children could not taunt my son. We took away any means for them to harass him in person. He doesn't ride the bus, and he does not go out to play in the front. Her swarm of bastards play in front of my house. Like I wanna look at them.

Last week there was a bookfair at the school. I helped out on Friday, and I saw Dramaqueen. He wouldn't meet my eyes. Well, we know what a coward he is. So anyways, we will have to see the Juvenile court about Stinky hitting Dramaqueen. It seems that he got a clip on him, and he's got a goose egg on the back of his head. What a little bitch. All those weeks of him calling out profanities at us while we are in a car, staring me down, telling me to go back in my house, taunting other children to mess with my lawn. It all came back on him. Stinky had enough harassment. They deserved it. The police told the cow to knock the shit off. My kid was provoked, he deserved it.

A year in food, but....

I'm still following a lot of food blogs. I would love to try something similar to Carol of French Laundry at Home, but I deal with two males, who aren't so understanding or experimental.

By the way I still hate Babymama and her brood. The other day I was looking out my front window, thinking about the loose screen, and how I had so much difficulty the last time putting it back in. I saw Fred outside picking at the dead tree that was mutilated by Babymama's brother. He saw me, and I watched him for a bit. He ran into Babymama's garage. I walked away from the window and did my thing. When I came back downstairs and stood by the banister putting on my shoes I looked out my windows and found Dramaqueen watching me! Lately we've noticed that Dramaqueen is blatantly staring at us. No shameful embarassed 'you caught me being rude' expressions. Full on confrontational stares. So I watched him. He went into his garage and came back out with Babymama. She stared at me, and he in her presence gave me both barrels! Way to go Babymama. Double standards strike again. Peeping into my home, and flagrant rude behavior from your bastard spawn. After I walked away, Asshole noticed that Babymama walked over to her mailbox, and tried to hide behind her neglected bushes and stare into the house again. He laughed as if she believed we would assume she was a friggin huge as coral flower in the midst of that bush. Only the main body of her SUV would cover that bulk. Oh hell if she was wearing my outfit of matching white sweatsuit, she would have passed as the Stay-Puft marshmallow man from Ghostbuster. I told Neville's mom about this incident yesterday. She asked if I gave them a showing. Good lord, I don't have much to flash. Then again it would be well within my rights. From what we know about Babymama, she would have called the police on me. Then it would be funny, what was the reason behind the call? She flashed my son. Was it outside the home? No. Was it in public view of the street? No, she was 20 ft away from the window standing by her banister. And you and your son were standing where? By my open garage behind my babydaddy's truck. Well ma'am, you are committing an act of illegal voyeurism. Your neighbor could file a complaint against you and your son for being a 'peeping tom' Please refrain from looking in her front windows.

Yea, I still think my husband's name should be changed legally to Asshole. He's getting on my last nerves. I think I need more sleep, and to glue his mouth shut.

Googly-eyed freaks

I'm ready to find business cards for ophthalmologists and stick them in Babymama's mailbox. Tired of that dramaqueen staring at us. I mowed the front lawn today, and it looks good of course. We went out to run some errands and when we came back that bastard was staring at us. Seriously, as we pulled up the street and into our drive, while we parked the car and clicked the garage door down. He was staring at us, even while our door was down and we were unloading Der Panzervagon. So someone tell me, how is that being raised properly to stare at people? Isn't that rude? Tell me Babymama, how well you raise your children. False words and inconsistent actions.

The hillbillies are gone. Thank goodness, I've seen an older man come to the house and clear it out of trash. Took two large truck beds full of garbage. He was there today with a vacuum, and steam cleaner. I may have a talk with him the next time I see him. If he's the owner, or someone associated with the property manager, I want their number.

Interesting enough we saw the hillbillies last weekend. We had seen the guy's car at the house almost every night, and wondered about that. But Saturday night we had taken the cart to get ice cream and we saw the man and woman walking down the street. Of course the dog was loose, it ran up to the cart. Again we told them, there was a leash law. The woman replied, it's on voice command. Hello! Voice command only on your property. Bitch you got no property. Also we've seen how well that damned voice command of yours works. You call the dog, it runs towards the wheels of my car. Really great voice command there. Thank goodness that trash is gone.

Time to move.

I'm not sure who won the bet

Babymama got Pown'd by her kid. Bug was out there after school the day the tree went down. He was using a toy hand saw trying to cut it down. This occurred for several days. On Saturday I had gone to the quilting class, and Asshole noticed that she was out with her brood, like a swarm of locusts. Her pendulous brother was helping her. They cut the tree and it's limbs to a more manageable size, placed them on a blanket and dragged the wood into the green belt. Way to go! Luckily it will only take 100 years to decompose, but it's natural materials. Bring on the vermin! Funny thing, her brother managed to haphazardly chop at the other dead tree on her yard. It's still standing, just looking f'd up as all can be. The dead limb is still against her house, and the other fallen branches are still hanging around in her backyard. Kioskman did nothing to help. Yea, great homeowners huh? Oh wait, Babymama is a property manager too! Well she must manage ghettos if this is how she maintains her home too.

Hmm what else is new?

Lately, we've had a few more issues with the hillbilly neighbors. It seems they don't understand what property lines are. Well their dog doesn't, and they don't care if it wanders all around the cul de sac, or chase car or cart tires. Hillbilly man, spoke to me a few weeks ago when I was cleaning up the front yard. Supposedly he moved out, but you can't tell, since his POS is in the driveway all the time, or that you can hear his drunk laughter in the backyard. I got upset the other day when I happened to look outside and see the dog on the lawn. I went outside to shoo it away, and wouldn't you know it. The damned dog gave me this out of it's mind expression while it was defecating on the grass. I went over to their house walked around to the backyard, damned dog was following me all cheerful. I told them the dog defecated on my lawn, and he replied, "You don't have to worry about the dog anymore, it's going away in 3 weeks." I just looked at him. Do I care if it's going away? It's not gone yet, and I have a soft shit on my lawn. Hillbilly man asked where the shit was and he would clean it up. Obviously he didn't as it started to storm heavily soon after I left. A week later the dog was chasing Goof and me as we drove past their backyard on the cart. Goof slammed on the brakes and yelled at the dog and the woman. She was halfheartedly calling the dog's name. It finally turned around and walked away. Goof got back in the cart, and not even a moment later, it turned around and started barking and chasing us again. Again the brake slamming, and Goof getting out of the cart to stand menacingly in front of the dog, woman weakly calling the dog back, and Goof yelling at her, that there are leash laws in this city. He would even go and buy her a leash if she would use it. The dog finally turned away without any physical restraint from the woman. We try to take off, and again the dog comes barking and charging at the tires. Goof yells at the woman, "Is this acceptable? Is this acceptable? Answer me!" Wow, what a way to talk down to a person. The woman replied no, and finally came and grabbed the dog by it's collar. Is that ridiculous or what? I had my cell phone and was ready to call non emergency police and make a report. Two days later, we notice that the woman is trying to go somewhere in her brother's Mercedes. She almost hit her dog! What did she do? Turn around, go back to the driveway, park the car, get out and get something, and take off again. No care about the damned dog. Seriously, these people should have been spayed or neutered at puberty, and not allowed to have pets. WTF?

On the neighborhood kids front, we've not had too many interactions with them. Stinky tried to back out of the driveway in the cart one day, and he stepped on the gas too hard so he swerved and clipped the mailbox. Of course dramaqueen and Fred were outside and they snickered at him. When we came back from our drive we noticed Babymama outside. I gather that dramaqueen went running in, and said Sticky tried to run them over. Of course we have more proof of the actions than they do.

Funny thing, the other day, Big Red came over and we took the cart to get some ice cream. Dramaqueen and Fred were going back and forth between houses after we left. Goof was working from home and caught them making faces and blowing rasberries at our camera. They have been reined in by the cameras so this is all they can do. At one point Goof saw Dramaqueen flip off Stinky as he walked by. Obviously Stinky didn't see this as his back was turned. Funny how Babymama says her boys are angels. Yea, well illegitimate bastard angels sure. Why is it, that I am a horrible person for saying 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree'? I shouldn't say that, because he's just a kid. Yet, she has no problems calling my son a 'bad seed' and it's her right as she's a mother. These people make no sense.

I know that everyone has their pride and vanity, but honestly look at yourself lady. You shut yourself in at home, all you have is dirty diapers and a dog you can't stand. Get over this opinion that you are better than me. I'm not waiting for my step daddy to die to get his big house. I also don't have to work for step daddy only, because I'm afraid of what people may say when they look at me. I couldn't care less. Again, education plays a big part. I'm not hindered by a lack of higher education. Nor am I afraid to try something new.

And another step in juvenile delinquency

Friday I went out with some friends into Atlanta for a movie. As I pulled out of the garage, I noticed Eldest and Fred were out and watching me leave. They made no gestures nor did I hear them call anything out. Most likely because Goof was watching them from the front door. Soon after Goof and Stinky ran an errand. As they left the cul de sac, they took notice of the boys at the street corner. When they came back there was a huge rock wedged into the small pot hole in the center of the opening onto our street. Goof had to stop quickly and swerve around it, or risk his undercarriage and tires. The boys were laughing uproariously over this. He called the police. By the time the police came 10 minutes later, they had run out and moved the rock. Goof had the video feed queued up to show the police. They declined to look at the video, but spoke to the boys and I am assuming Babymama. As far as I can tell neither boys have come out to play in the street since. Now Babymama has called the police on us several times. Each time it was regarding something on our property and well within our rights as home owners. This call we made against them, had to do with malicious intent off property. From what Goof said, the rock would not have hurt my undercarriage as my car has more clearance from the ground. I may have damaged a tire or the suspension if I rolled over it in the dark. Enabler's car could have been damaged or her adult children's cars as they don't have high ground clearance. Again, this is escalated violence from Fred in direct correlation to Babymama's actions and words against me.
Was Babymama really upset that Stinky said 'hell' or was it because he used the term 'fatass'? Now swearing is unacceptable, but I tend to also think that her self esteem is pretty low, and hearing a child say that does not make her feel better. Of course it's pretty darn disrespectful for a child to yell at me to go back in my home also. Fred is just parroting Babymama. He's a bright boy, but he needs to find some positive role model, and urge within himself to change and move towards the positive, not sink in despair and anger towards others for what he does not have. I don't know if he's heading towards a dangerous, and illegal life, but for certain his actions are encouraged by Babymama's attitude and choice of actions and words. I certainly feel bad for his grandparents as they are trying to be a positive influence, but again it's up to him to chose the correct path.

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.

Another backfire

Today was a gorgeous sunny day. We went to Home Depot and I was able to find some dahlias and petunias for the front planter boxes. Goof helped me pick out a pair of 18 inch clay pots, and several bags of soil. I had quite a bit of fun digging around in the dirt. I ran over to Pike's Nursery also, as Home Depot did not have lavender plants. I did find them at Pike's but they are little plants. I found gallon plants, but it was the jagged edged leaf plants, and I don't really care for the flower heads. The Provence lavender was the little pots, so it was just fragrant leaves. Hopefully they will bloom in the fall. I stuck two in each pot. Kinda funny looking as I've got these monster pots on the porch and itty bitty green leaves in them. I was also able to get hanging wires from Pikes. I was planning on hanging the Queen of the Night, but I'm not sure how I will do it yet.

So this evening we had just finished dinner, and doing a bit of clean up, Stinky started yelling, if someone needed help. Goof went to look while I was finishing up what I was doing. It was Babymama, her brood and Fred. We had no idea what was going on. They came to the corner of their backyard and were pointing at our house. Goof and I looked over the video feed, and next thing you know, the police show up and are in their backyard. Someone finally figured out when we said 'CameraS' we meant more than one. They called the cops to complain that we were spying at them. The officers saw our feed on my laptop and they just blew them off. The views from the cameras really are not pointed at them, and at our property. In fact the cops were pretty impressed with the system. After the cops left, they had to round up the family and play football in the street to show what a normal family they are. Babymama was so mad at us. She had to head out to Enabler's house to complain, but she wasn't home. Babymama even threw the football around to show what a united family they were. So they spent about an hour outside. I think it's the most exercise they have all gotten in a long time.

Geez, news flash. The police just came back. They accused us of setting off fireworks. We didn't. I had just gotten out of the shower. So we have a cop car in the street still. This is harassment. They are looking for anything to call the police on us. I guess to get an arrest or citation. Something in the police blotter. These people are really sad.

There will be a showdown tomorrow

There was a butting of the heads yesterday afternoon. I was not watching the security cams on my laptop yesterday as Stinky and I worked on his homework. When Goof came home, he asked who left a newspaper on our lawn. I had no idea. He quickly ate dinner and rushed up to check the dvr playback. We heard a roar, "I got him!" We ran up and he showed us the playback of Fred picking up the paper off Babymama's driveway, sidle over to our property and drop the paper behind his back. Goof threw open the window in the guest room and yelled, "***** I saw you drop that paper on my yard! Pick it up!" So what happened next? They all scattered. He went running back home, and Goof threw on his jeans and dashed around for his sandals. He strides over to the house and starts knocking on the door. Babymama, takes off with her kids. Soon after she must have called Kioskman. He comes out and starts yelling at Goof to layoff. Pounding on the door for 10 min. Goof says no, not ten minutes, and disagrees with the pounding, it's all semantics. Pounding, or knocking to each their interpretation. So Kioskman gets involved and Goof talks to him for over an hour. During that time, the fool is talking in circles. No definitive answers from this guy. He takes umbrage over Goof making a comment about how we need to maintain our property as our money is invested in it. How dare we accuse him of renting! Oh? He also takes issue that Goof calls Babymama his girlfriend, but does not correct him. It was a lot of placing the blame on my child, but yes he admits his children aren't perfect, what can they do to help my child. No, we don't want your help. We want Fred to leave our son alone. I want my son to be able to ride his bike or play in the front yard without being teased, or threatened.

We had gotten upset a few weeks ago with Fred and Dramaqueen. They had been chanting at the house calling my son a 'fag' Goof took exception to the verbal harassment. So he did what he felt needed to be done. He printed a page from the local paper. The page listed arrests made by the city police dept. Fred's mother was highlighted with the crimes she was arrested for. Kioskman took offense to that. 'He's just a boy!' Well this boy has systematically harassed and bullied my son. Your boys went along with it also.

The reasoning he gave why Dramaqueen has been rude and avoiding my son, was that Dramaqueen felt duped by Stinky into hating Fred. I think not, the reasoning why Stinky did not want to play with Fred are valid, and at the time, I had heard Dramaqueen voice those same reasons himself.

They believe they have a moral high ground for their actions. What they fail to realize is that they don't and we have proof. The fact that the children did not believe us when we told them we saw all of our property on camera, led them to continue in their harassment. When Kioskman questioned what the camera saw, Goof was ready to come back into the house and grab my laptop to show him. Don't push us you bastards.

Goof has video of their actions ready to show these people. In fact they say they want to meet with us tomorrow. The timing is rather interesting. I say this because it's at 4:30. Obviously Fred and Enabler won't show up. Since I pick up Stinky, we will be here ready and waiting.

Somehow these people think they are better than us. Or trying to believe that the life they lead is a good one. If that's what they need that's fine. Realistically, there is always something to look forward to, or change to make life better. Not just a case of plenty of money. At one point Goof got tired of this man arguing in circles and not making progress. So he changed the subject. Asked Kioskman what he does for a living. Kiosk replied ,'Sales' Goof asked him, if he knew what his job was. 'Sanitation' No dearie, he was not a garbageman driver. Goof explained what his position was, and now what he does. He runs facilities dealing transportation and storage of waste. A couple of steps higher than that. Though the garbage men in CA made a lot of money compared to what the managers made. Hey it's a dirty job and it pays well. So Kiosk asks what point Goof was trying to make. Goof said none, he wanted to change the discussion to something that he was interested in. Kioskman tried to say all he knew was that we had a newer truck for a few months and it went away. Not that it was any of their business, but since he was nosey, it was a company truck that he didn't need, and it was a waste of resources, so he sent it to another facility. For a guy that says he stays out of it, he certainly thought he knew a lot about us. Everything was perceived knowledge without clarification. Not that it was any of their business.

Funny how they tried to make themselves more important. Babymama was studying to acquire a real estate license. Good luck, I doubt she would garner many clients in her capris and orange tank top. Also it will take years before the housing market regains equilibrium. She's going to take over her stepfather's business. Yes, we see that happening. Good luck to you.

We talked about this all through the evening and late into the night. Actually this afternoon I was amazed that Kioskman came to the door and notified us the meeting would be tomorrow. We didn't believe they had the wither all to show up. It's going to be very hard for me to keep my mouth shut. I want to jump down someone's throat and tear them a new one. Goof is ready to make a point. Leave us alone, or just wait and see how angry he gets.