Since I've been gone...

…I’ve felt every emotion known to mankind.  Cray-cray as I’ve demonstrated in my first sentence.  Happy, sad, frustrated, afraid, paranoid, anxious…you get the drift.

It’s not surprising that I went MIA once again so I’m not even going to bother saying I’m sorry.  I did miss you though.  I have a lot of catching up to do since I’ve been computer-less since the middle of August.  That’s not completely true-I had it, I just never had the time to stop and think.  And breathe.

Anyway, since I’ve been gone…

…we’ve moved to the other side of the island!  Ahhh, Home Sweet Home. 

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…the Starbuck addict has resumed her addiction.  No bueno.

…Radical #1 started Kindergarten.  And of course mom of the year didn’t get a picture because it just happened so fast.

…I pulled off my SIL’s baby shower amongst all the moving chaos.  It turned out great even though some details were missing.  I’ll be honest, I silently freaked out.

…I did my SIL’s maternity shoot.  Not too shabby for someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

…my SIL gave birth.

…the neighbor’s shenanigans have gotten worse.  In a nutshell, he’s filed harassment and assault charges against me.  The crazy old bat maced the Mister.  He’s filed other ridiculous charges against me including remotely tapping his phone lines.  We moved to the other side of the island to get away from them and they still find a way to harass us.  They must love me.

…we celebrated my nephew’s 1^st birthday.

…we celebrated Radical #2’s 4^th birthday with bowling and the arcade.  He had a blast!  And of course, mom of the year has no pictures.

…we celebrated his birthday again on the Atlantis Submarine.  I survived.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be for claustrophobic me.

…we had a surprise party for my dad’s 67^th birthday.  Haha!  Just kidding, although he didn’t find the whole 67 thing funny.

…oh, and I can’t forget about the Mister receiving his Captain’s license!  I’m so proud of him.  And it’s his fault that we don’t have pictures.  He thought I was making a big deal by bringing my camera so he made me leave it in the car.  Party-pooper.

Life has been busy and it’s been quite the adjustment but in the end we’re all happy. 

Now, if I could just finish unpacking and organizing my house…

Jenn.

When you live next to crazies...

You, yourself become a crazie!

Forgive my crappy white-out skills.

You see this?  This is what’s been consuming me this week and I can’t even begin to describe my emotions.  This eyesore is all the court documents from the neighbors’ shenanigans.  I’ve been sifting through them so I can attach it to my response to their latest drama.

I haven’t done an update on them because every time I sit down to write, I become very bitter.  And there it will stay until I'm ready.  I just wanted to let y'all know why I've been MIA this week and this was just too ridiculous not to share.

We had a court hearing last Monday to present evidence as to why the judge should grant the restraining order.  After two hours of waiting, maybe 45 minutes of talking, the judge granted the restraining order for three years. 

Done deal. 

Or so we thought.

Thursday, three days after the order was granted, the neighbors’ filed for a motion to dismiss the restraining order because they are claiming I lied under oath.  I will spare you all the looney details of said motion but I will give you a rundown of what’s in the motion:

` I lied under oath because I supposedly stated he yelled at me and the Radicals on Saturday, 11/24.

` He writes in his statement on another page “continued from Sun, 11/25, as she stated…”

So which is it?  The 24^th or the 25^th?  I said Sun, 11/25.

` He writes a novel on how they went to the grocery and then on a picnic with their puppy on the 24^th. 

` He attaches a copy of the grocery receipt for the 24^th.

Again, I said Sun the 25^th!

` He states that because I lied to all authorities and everyone’s-mama’s-nephew’s-cousin’s-teacher (okay, so maybe not that last part) he feels that his rights were abused and violated.

` He is requesting the continuation of the CPS investigation and that I receive psych evaluations from time to time as needed or required (whichever comes first).  Then he states my name and an address that doesn’t exist.

Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you’re my therapist.  And yes, I will soon need a psych evaluation because you are driving me crazy!

` I’m “served” this looney motion from a tweaker who tells me that he’s not a real legal document server and that the neighbor approached him at the beach and paid him $50 to deliver the looney motion.

Okay, please exit my property now or else…

Is this really happening?  I’ve been to the courthouse three times this week and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to go tomorrow for whatever reason then again on Monday for a hearing.  The Radicals have seen the inside of a courthouse more than they should and I think that’s what works me up.  The fact that I have to drag (not literally) the Radicals through this is just ridiculous.  I’m pretty sure any parent would be just as agitated as I am.

I keep asking myself when will this be over but deep down I know this will never end until we finally move.  Until then, it’ll always be something.  My patience is the size of a grain of rice so I can’t guarantee anything.  I’m a human with feelings and let’s just add the pregnant hormones to the mix. 

Oy.  Guard your loins.

Jenn.