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.

Oh, hey there!

We’re in July!?!  Gosh, when did that happen?  That means the year is now going to fly past us and by the time you know it, we will be celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a New Year.  Did I just get a little too ahead of myself?

I was supposed to post this on Monday but I’ve been….tired and uneasy and emotional.  This past week has been a whacko one.  From last Friday’s episode to spending 3 hours back and forth from the courthouse to the police station to living like hermits because I’m trying to avoid another confrontation from the neighbor.  Speaking of the neighbor…

I want to apologize for Friday’s negativity.  I realize now that I could have handled it in a different, more civilized manner but man does that guy know how to get me to my boiling point.  I realize that by me blowing up, did not help the situation.  I let him get to me and I let my emotions bring out my ugly side; a side that I am not proud of.  I let him win by showing him that I let his shenanigans get to me.  I also re-learned to not write a post (or anything) when I’m angry.  Or if I do, I should let it sit for maybe a day and then come back to it when I’m calm.  Okay, moving on…

I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for one year!  Does that mean it’s my blogiversary?  Does that mean I get to eat cake?  As I was going through my past posts, I realized that most times I sounded like a complete nut-job.  I know I could have posted more but they ain’t lying when they say blogging is time consuming.  And besides, I was a baby fish just learning to swim in Blogland.  Baby steps.  During the past year I learned a lot, grew as a person, been part of an awesome community, met stalked some fantastic people, and met some new friends.  Okay, maybe to me they are “friends” but they may have a different opinion…haha!  So thank you thank you Blogland for keeping me sane, making me laugh out loud, and slowly yanking me out of my comfort zone.  Thank you to all my Lovelies and for you others who read my ramblings.  And to those who get a kick out of reading.

And lastly, a baby bump update with zero pictures.  Oh come on, I feel very awkward taking pictures of myself.  Give me some time…

`I’m at 11 weeks. 

`Baby is the size of a fig.

`I’m glad to welcome back home cooking.  It no longer “tastes like chemicals.”  Did I forget to mention the chemical thing last week?

`I’ve been having some really bizarre dreams.

`I’m really tired.  Lazy.  Exhausted.

`Very sensitive and emotional.  You can’t say anything to me without me picking it apart and over-analyzing.

`You can now trust me with your Cookies & Cream.  I’ve moved on to fudge bars.

`Intimacy has taken a turn for the better.  TMI?  Sorry.  But that is how I got to growing a human.

That’s all for now, Lovelies!  I’m slowly getting out of this funk so I’ll be back next week!

Oh wait one more thing!  What’s up with this ugly, rainy, windy weather?  I thought it was supposed to be summer?!?  Okay, that is all.  Promise.

Jenn.

It's on like Donkey Kong

Be positive, Jenn.

Look at the whole picture and find the positive, Jenn.

Find a positive way to deal with situations, Jenn.

Love they neighbor, Jenn.

The first three statements?  Okay, I can do that and I’ve been actually trying my hardest to practice them.  

That last statement?  Um.  NO.

He has pushed me to my breaking point.  I am beyond livid.  I’m tired of calling the police and I’m pretty sure they are tired of responding to these shenanigans.

911: "911 operator, what’s your emergency?"

Me: "My neighbor is harassing me so can you send an officer?"

911: "What’s your address?"

Me: "123 Happy Street."

911: "Oh, it’s you guys again…."

Okay, so that’s not what they said but I’m sure that when they hear my address they think that! 

The last time I called 911, I told them they needed to send someone like now or else they will find my neighbor in a body bag.  Yes, I was that angry and you would be too if your neighbor was crazy and blocked you in your driveway all because he thought you were prank calling him the night before.  


Seriously, buddy?  I don’t even know your name let alone your number and I have better things to do besides call you.  If I knew your number and your name.  


The first time he yelled at me I started to cry.  It was horomones; I was pregnant with Radical #1.  And then he offered me a piece of candy.  To make me feel better I guess?

So back to this morning…at 5:30am.  I wake up to him yelling and my first thought was oh gosh, what now?  I go outside and the Mister is standing at the fence calm as can be while the neighbor is yelling.  I just have to say that I’m very proud of the Mister for keeping his cool because man, he has a temper.  


So anyway, I asked what all the yelling was about and why are we yelling at 5:30 in the morning?  The Mister tells me the neighbor is mad because Radical #1 makes his dog bark.  He’s mad because we let the Radicals play in our yard or ride their Gator around our property and it causes his dog to bark.  He’s convinced that Radical #1 is taunting his dog on purpose and we need to discipline him.

 *side note: There was one time when Radical #1 was trying to talk to his dog, the dog started barking, and the neighbor yelled at Radical #1. 

Then, the neighbor yells at me to stay out of it and it’s all about disciplining my child and having respect for them.  What the what?  Then his wife or mom or whoever she is starts in with the yelling about disciplining my child.  Oh hell no they did not just go there.  


So what does Jenn do?  She loses her temper and starts screaming too.  Basically telling screaming to them to not tell me what to do/where my kids can play on my property and how to raise my kids.  But here’s the real kicker and when I really see red.  The “wifemom” tells the Mister “ shut your phony bi**h up!”  


Oh man, I lost it.  


Lost it to the point where I was about to walk over there and beat her.  Lost it to the point where the Mister had to grab me and hold me back.  She’s lucky there was a fence standing between us.  The Mister calls the police, they come and tell us the same thing they told us the times before.  Basically they can’t do anything but give him a warning.  They told us to get a TRO today and the next time he says anything, they will come and arrest him.  Whoopdeedo....

It’s always something with him.  First, we’re too loud and we purposely shined our garage light into his wifemom’s room into her eyeballs (he was serious, LOL!).  Mind you, we live on an acre so it's not like our houses are super close together.  Second, I supposedly prank called him and that gave him the right to block me in my driveway.  And now, my 4 year old purposely taunts his dog to bark and they ride their Gator around the yard on purpose just to irritate his dog.

I realize that I’m being stubborn and far from positive but sorry, this is the third strike and he is out.  


No more Miss Nice Jenn.  No more brushing off their multiple personalities.  I’ve had enough.  And why should I have to always feel like I’m walking on eggshells?  Why should I have to limit the Radicals to a certain area of our yard?  Why should I have to live my life paranoid because I don’t know what will set him off?  I should have ran his ass him over the second time he got stupid with me.

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So now that some hours have passed and I had the chance to think about what the heck just happened, I came to this conclusion…

I won’t get mad anymore, I’ll just get even.

Happy Friday!

Jenn.