...and part 3

Yesterday I was in a happy little world when I was bothered, yet again, by my brainiac neighbor.
I walked outside the front door to take some garbage out to the trash, which was sitting on the curb ready for the morning pickup today. As I walked out, I looked around and noticed that the neighbor, who has a suspended license, was in the driver's seat of her boyfriend's Camaro. I kept to my business. As I walked to the curb, she backed out, which I watched out of the corner of my eye, as to not "fuel the fire". After she backs up, she kicks it into 1st gear and peels out in front of her house. She gets up to about 40 MPH, before stopping in front of my house. I was already walking up to my front door, but since she has some type of loud exhaust system on her car, I could hear what was happening. As she was stopped, she started revving her engine. I walked in the house, mad as hell, but resisted the temptation to go over to her car and rip her out of the driver's seat by her nasty hair. After shutting the door, I stood in my entryway listening. She continued to rev her engine and make a spectacle of herself. I was amazingly surprised at my self control, not to pat myself on the back or anything.
I was expecting something to happen last night while I was school, but luckily nothing happened.
Today, I walk outside to find that Fresno Animal Control was at her house. Great! I am sure that I will be blamed for reporting her for whatever it is that they're over there for. I looked back at our security tape and saw that she was either not home or didn't answer the door for them. Hopefully my parents will be safe here without me when she comes charging over here, hog wild, calling me out to beat her up again. This is lame.
By the way, this is not only for everyone's pleasure to know the truth about northeast Fresno, but also an account of what happens in case I have to take this through the court system. My brain can only hold so much useless information at once.

Sudz results

Sudz in the city didn't let us down. Our friends did though. I got home from school at 2:00 because I left early. After hanging out with the family for a little bit, I got ready. David had just got home from Visalia so he was tired, but it's amazing how one person can energize another just by their actions and excitement.
By 4:10 my parents had picked up the boys and we were on our way. Oops, forgot the tickets, had to go home and get them. By 4:40 we were there. All of David's co-workers flaked and my friends also did, but I had invited my friends Cindi and Sonja from Visalia and they actually showed up. We all got into the park and started to drink some beer. We tried beer that we drink at home and beer we would never try on our own. Some we liked, some we didn't.
Nothing else exciting happened. David got hit on by some girl while I was standing in line. He was noticeably uncomfortable. So uncomfortable in fact that he didn't even talk back to her and Cindi felt it necessary to intervene as to not make the girl feel...oh, who cares how she felt, she was hitting on my husband. I thought it was funny because David is awkward with girls.
We stayed at Sudz until it started getting really crowded, then we were off to Samba where we enjoyed all you can eat seafood, meats and all the other goodies. It was really good and I left there looking pregnant, just like I always do. It was very good and Cindi and Sonja enjoyed it also.
It was a great night. I had a lot of fun. The beer and all the food made my stomach a little upset, but I expected that. I can't wait for next year....

The crazy drama.....part 2

It's been weeks since my last neighborhood incident. I thought we had moved on and the issues were resolved. That was until last night.
It all started at about 10:45, when I went into the garage to get some stuff out of the car. I hear really loud music. I went into the front yard to check and of course it was the crazy neighbor lady. It was so loud, I could make out the words from the music. Just to give you an idea as to how loud it was...I am across the street and three or four houses down from her. It was LOUD!
I went inside and placed a call to good ol' Fresno PD and then I went to sleep.
At 4:00 am David gets home and tells me that the neighbor lady had really loud music. I explained to him that I had already called and complained about it, but wasn't sure the cops had come out. He called the police department and told the dispatcher that he just got home and blah. blah, blah. They advise him that the crazy broad has filed several complaints on officers that have responded to her house, some of which have gone to internal affairs investigations. She went on to say that the notes under the address were not of a positive nature. David decided to stay in the house and let the cops do their job.
David gets in the shower to wash off his funkiness, when all of a sudden I hear screaming in the front of my house. I went into the bathroom and told David that I heard yelling. He gets out, gets dressed and by this time the yelling has escalated.
Th lady is in our front yard screaming bloody murder, calling me a B-word, telling me to come outside and tell her myself to turn her music down and so forth and so on. She even took my American flag decoration out of my planter and threw it. She did this for about 10 minutes.
David went outside and I called 911. I was shaking and sounded like a freak talking to the dispatcher. I tried to explain that the neighbor lady was in my driveway acting crazy and causing a disturbance. I don't think I got my point across very well and David took the phone from me and explained what was happening from his perspective.
By the time the cops go to her house, it was 5:30. They were there for about 45 minutes, leaving without making contact with us. David the whole time standing at the front door with his police radio in his hand and gun in his pocket. I stood with him, with my hot cup of coffee all the while figuring out what I am gonna do when he is at work tonight, leaving me home with this situation. It should be noted that she doesn't work her "magic" during daylight hours and I don't have enough energy to stay up to watch the house after only getting 4 hours of sleep last night.
Anyway, we are probably going to have to install cameras to the front of our house. I will definitely be parking the cars in the garage and keeping my children inside. I still can't believe that all this drama is seriously happening to us. I may have to kick out my renters in Visalia and move back to a quieter neighborhood.

Argh-is that how it's spelled?

I sometimes wonder how things will turn out. Like, life wise. I know first hand that things can change in a blink of an eye and what you think is long term, isn't necassarily so.
All my life I have had an "ideal" of what and how I wanted my life to turn out. I did want to be married to an amazing man and have children, so those things are accounted for. I never, in a million years, thought I would be changing my carrer at 33 years old. I remember going to city college and looking around the classroom. There were people of all walks of life and ages continuing their education, whether that was to get a pay raise or to do what I am doing. I always thought to myself that I would pick a career I loved and I wouldn't have to go to school again. Yeah, right! Sad thing is I loved my career, but my career didn't love me.
So, here I am, the oldest person in the freshman, part-time evening class at Federico's. Let's just put this in perspective, I am older than my instructor.
On top of feeling old, my family has been in a funk. David is so tired that he gets up to eat breakfast at noon and then proceeds to go back to sleep until he has to get ready to go to work. Gavin is toying with his individuality and has taken to the wonderful land of arguing. Quinten follows what older brother does, but when he is about to get in trouble, he professes his love to whoever is doing the disciplining. I am tired, irritated and short tempered.
I do have soemthing to look forward to this week. David and I are going to Sudz in the City and drinking beer together on Saturday. I am even getting my first spray tan on Friday. I don't know how happy I am gonna be standing virtually naked in front of a stranger, but that's how it works and beggars can't be choosers. Maybe a date is all I need, you know some quality time with my #1. We haven't had a date since October.

Bugs

Last night, the boys were in the tub, when Quinten announced that he had to go number two. So I get him out of the tub and sit him on the toilet. In order to stay warm, I placed a towel over his shoulders. The towel had just come in off the line in the backyard. So I walk out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen to clean up. All of a sudden I hear this ear piercing scream. Quinten is freaking out. I ran in the bathroom and there is a bug on his towel and he is screaming at the top of his lungs. I flick it off the towel and step on it. Quinten is crying and carrying on. I put him back in the tub so he can finish his bath.
When it is time to get out, I tried to use the same towel on Quinten. He cried again and told me that he didn't want that towel. I tried to show him that there were no more bugs and he screamed, "No, it has bugs on it! Get me the other one!". Yikes!
So when it is time for bed, I tried putting them to sleep. Gavin goes right to bed, but Quinten tells me that there are bugs in his bed and that he isn't gonna sleep there. He marches to my bed, where he falls asleep.
When I came to bed, I put him back in his bed so I could have a comfortable sleep without any limbs jammed in my back. In the middle of the night Gavin called for me for some water. While I was there, I checked on Quinten, who wasn't in his bed. I looked in the living room for him with no luck and finally noticed that he was in bed with me and I didn't notice. That kid wouldn't even sleep in his bed he was so freaked out about the bug. Just for the record, it wasn't a dangerous bug. I hope he forgets by tonight.

A toe? Really?

Yesturday I needed some "me" time, so around 12:30, I told David he was on kid duty with Quinten while I ran some errands.
I left and hit Macy's (to return shoes!), Cosmo Prof (to get a new rattail comb), and to JoAnne's to make a sign for our door that reads "Need help? Call the Police. We had another enighbor come over for advise. So muh for having time away from work, but that's another blog.
When I get home, Quinten is sitting with his babysitter-the T.V. and the lazy old man is asleep on the couch. Mind you I had only been gone for an hour. That was a really quick shopping trip!
David gets up about 2:30 so he can get ready for work. As he is getting ready, he tells me that he stubbed his tow outside on the metal chair, which has been in the same location since we moved here. He said his toe hurt but it wasn't anything serious.
So he gets ready and leaves and I go pick up Gavin. When he is almost to work he calls and tells me that his toe is really sore. He said that he couldn't put any weight on it, or it throbbed in pain. I told him to take his boot off and take a look. He did and found it was bruised and swollen. He let his Sergeant know that he couldn't work and came home to go to the Doctor.
I was a mess. First off David hasn't seen a Dr for awhile and we didn't have one in Fresno yet. Finally, I called the boys Pediatrican and asked for a referral. So he gets home and we head out to the Doctor's office. David tells me that I need to relax and I agree, making a quick joke about how it's good he wasn't giving birth-which now that I think about it, may not have been a bad idea.
We waited about 2 hours, but in between we got X-rays and the actual visit. The Doctor, who turns out to be a washed out hippie, who looks like he grows mrijuana in his backyard, tells David that he sees three lines in his toe, but refuses to tell him it's fractured. Why is it such a big deal? He tells him to ice it, tape it and elevate it. He gives David three days on light duty-which is taking telephonic reports in an office for three days and okay's him to go back to patrol by Sunday.
We get home and after a couple hours, David's toe gets more swollen and turns a beautifl shade of purple. It hurts really bad by then and David is mad. I understand because in this pain, he won't be able to wear shoes.
I am hoping that David calls the Doctor's office back to let them know of the result. I think he needs to stay off of it for the rest of the week and give it a little rest.

My Lack of Estrogen

If anyone knows me, you know that I am really not big on drama or caddy girls. In fact, that was why I choose a "manly" profession in the first place.
So at beauty school on Saturday there was an incident. One of the other students decided to get her hair colored. She was obviously having a bad day and was outside the classroom crying about her boyfriend for a majority of the day. So, I guess she wanted a change and decided to go with n new hair color since you can't change weight or any other major part of your body that quickly.
So another girl pulls her hair through a cap, which is typically done to short hair but this girl had an A-line cut that was shoulder length. The girl already had highlights throughout her hair, including peek-a-boos colored purple.
As I did a weave on one of my friends, I watched as this girl sit under the drier for about 20 minutes. Then, all of a sudden, a lot of commotion started. Instructors started coming to the back classroom and I heard someone say that the girls hair was falling out. I looked over and saw one of the instructors holding a wad of bleach blonde hair. The girl was laying in the chair, with her head still in the sink sobbing. Chunks of her hair were coming off her head, all the parts that had been bleached.
As the drama carried on, more and more people came back to give the girl their condolences and this girl cried, for 3 hours!!
As all of this goes down, I am getting more and more irritated. The girl ended up with a haircut similar to me, which I don't think is that unfortunate, but whatever. She acted like it was the end of the world.
For the next couple hours, maybe it was a half hour, but regardless it felt like hours, the girl sobbed. Seriously? Had she not read in the books we have to buy for $3500, that if you overly process your hair, it fries and in turn can strip it-completely off?! Any person that has colored their hair, knows not to overdo it. The fact that students, that study hair color, didn't know this is beyond me.
All the students gathered around this girl and tried comforting her, while I stood back and (I hate to say it) rolled my eyes. All this estrogen. I felt claustrophobic from it all.
So I left, as quickly as I could. I wanted to get away from all the tears and sorrow, for tomorrow was Mother's Day and I would be pampered, for about 10 minutes, but it's more then normal.
I love learning all about hair and nails and facials and everything else, but the drama....oh the drama. That is what is going to kill me in the end.

Neighborhood drama

After a long day of planting flowers in the backyard, I looked forward to showering and relaxing with my boys. David was at work and I was tired and lazy. We made dinner, got cleaned up, the boys were showered and I had read them a story. Just then the front doorbell rings. What? At 8:30 at night? I opened the door and my firefighter neighbor was standing there. He told me that he was having trouble with one of the neighbors and asked if David was home. I replied "No" and told him to wait so I could get a robe.
I went outside on the front porch to talk to him and noticed the highly intoxicated neighbor arguing with one of the other neighbors on my front lawn. Great! The firefighter, Nick, went on to tell me that this lady is crazy and was drinking and that he had already called the cops. I went up to her and told her to go away and stay inside her house. She told me to mind my own business. As she was talking, all I could see was the beer bottle in her hand. I would take her one second to hit someone in the head with that. I asked her to give my the bottle and she refused. I then grabbed her arm and told her to give me the bottle. She tells me to let go of her. I told her no and that she needed to give me the bottle. She looked at me and asked me, "What if I don't give it to you?" I replied something to the effect of, "I would have to knock your ass out". Let me tell you something. I have experienced a lot of drunk people and everything that that is said to a drunk person, goes in one ear and out the other. The drunk lady gave me the bottle and told me that she would just go home and get another. I replied, "Please do that".
The argument started to escalate between Nick and the drunk and eventually moved to his front yard. Thank goodness. I stood back and talked to the other neighbor Taryn who laughed with me about the neighborhood drama and other problems in the area.
So this morning I get up and walk over to Nick's house to see how it all went after I locked myself in my house. Apparently the tires on both of his vehicles "mysteriously" were slashed sometime during the night. He said that the damage to the one car alone was over $600. Poor guy, but it reminds me to stay I the house and not make that crazy broad come over here. The older I get the less excited I am about any drama. I am hating this move worse and worse by the day. I hope something changes for the better or else we're gonne move to a safer area, like the Tower District.

Caca day

I got up this morning, feeling good. I did my normal routine and then it was time to get the boys ready for church. Normally they are okay with getting dressed, but since this morning they needed a shower, they fought me. The shower itself only took 5 minutes so I don't know what the big deal was. So after the shower, they got dressed, got in the car and we went to church.
Gavin talked the entire way there. He asked questions ranging from dinosaurs to the dog. Finally I told him that I needed to concentrate and drive, although we were parked at a red light.
When we got to church, the boys started getting out of the car and found money in the car door and started to fight over it. I was already feeling fat and didn't like my outfit, which was a little too short for my liking these days, so I over reacted. I grabbed Gavin's arm and pushed him out of the way of the car door so I could shut it so we could start walking. This of course becomes a big deal and Gavin got hit in the eye. The drama is just beginning.
Then we get inside church and they didn't have any of the kids bulletins. We sat down and church began. Soon it was time for children's church, which I escorted the kids to. Quinten had a mental breakdown, but instead of taking him with me like I did last week, I made him stay there and cry while I went to church alone.
So these things for some reason put me in the sourest mood ever. I was grouchy all day and had the worse attitude. It made me feel better to watch the Grey's Anatomy from two weeks ago, which was terribly sad and I cried the whole time. For some reason, crying over a show makes my spirits a little less gloomy. If I understood this, I would explain it to you, but it is unexplainable.
So we ate an early dinner and the boys are in the tub. Hopefully they will be exhausted after this and go to bed so I can lay on the couch and read my latest Us Weekly magazine and have ice cream.