Running out the Neighbor!

OK so this is a bit complex, hurtful, and funny at the same time.

I must start this story by saying that when my hubby and I moved back from out East, we mad a conscience choice to be as close to the kid's dad as we could. Well, when you are in a sleepy town that has NO stoplights...the options are limited.

The kid's dad and I had a VERY nice home. DH and I found a really nince home as well.. It was one neighborhood over a few streets

 It was the TOTAL package,.Elite neighborhood in the town...same bus stop as the kids's dad...

(Pre-divorce)There were times, when  the kid's dad and  I would go for a walk, and had a dream of living there.(HERE) Now I did live there.

We did have good times, not all bad. I need every divorced parent, and child to know it was not all just bad...There were many good times.

My move was not to live in THAT neighborhood, but  it was the only option.  To be quite honest the ONLY reason I lived so close WAS only for the kids.
 At the  end of the day it was a choice I made about my children. The main reason was so the kids would be close enough to share a bus stop, and go back n foutth between houses...

Well, I had to tell you that story, to tell ya the next one.

Ok so there is a neighbor...that thinks we don't belong here...we don't drive the right cars(no BMW or Merceeses). The woman was subdivision President for years.

I had been away for a girls weekend. a few years ago....He(DH) went to the subdivision meeting. I SD don't bother...He went and became the subdiviosion..Secterery.I sd he would be sorry. Neighborrhood politics, crap that is worse that running for Senate. So DH was sectery for a couple years. 

They asked him to be Pres".I sd u did what?"   I also sd I will not field any calls, and not deal with ANY of the  neighbors' phone calls"...You chose it, u deal..... He did not.listen...he accepted. OMG.  The bitch that was the former Pres...( frist house built) When on to say what a," looser his wife he had...ya know being a dunk and all."(it was worse than that) that was about 2 weeks after he had signed up.

Thank GOD I married somene that had a clue....That is all I will say about that.

She accused me of being the "town drunk", So stupid (more on that in a bit) My hubby Immedatietly resigned.

Well the neighboor hood wanted to know WHY?....DH sent a letter explaining that NO ONE wouold  talk about his wife/family that way....


Now... our next door neighbor is Pres.( also kind of our adoptive parents)'.  The same woman would bitch about out dogs running loose. AND they Don't! I must say on occasion,...when I am taking them for a swim or, to  run in the woods they have escaped. But I am RIGHT there and ALWAYS respective all and, am right behind them.
No one else has an issue...


I will also say that there are many dogs in the neighborhood. And that my DH goes once a week and cleans up poop on the general grounds that is so not our dog's...He just does.  It doesen't  matter who's poop.

So BITCH called the police on me....now this happened to be a day that I was having to deal with my dad's VERY advanced Altz.... I will fully admit to being in bed crying.

That same day she called the cops in Waterford, and gave them a poop in a bag...I guess from her yard. ,and told them to come to my home. Sadly my son knew why I was upset.

My boy answerd the door....to be met by "the neighbor, and police" Before she called the police my DS had been at home...and KNEW no one was off the leash or "running around the neighborhood." She had already SCREAMED at DS..


This woman proceeded to tell my son what a LOOSER I was, and to further lamblast me. Oh, and I was the "Town Drunk"... the fact of the mater is I never have drank in town since my ex husband.(around 2000) .It is frustrating that she continues to bitch to my neighbors.

She is right I am a drunk, but  am constantly addressing the issue and have been sober for almost a year now. And for a couple years, prior to the dreadful day I fell off the wagon.

This woman went on a blitz, bitching to EVERYONE(in the neighboorhood) that I was a drunk, and I had served jail time. AGAIN I live in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in town...not by choice, but by convience.

GREAT! I know I am a drunk, as well , do  my children.


I was VERY pissed...I slept on it for days. I finally told my hubby, and son I need to confront her....It was the march of  WTF. I walked up rang her bell, her hubby cane to the door. I asked for HER, I had my hubby , and son behind me like hench men.

I asked her if she sd what she did to my son....She never denied it...she told me I was crazy and to "get off of her property."

long story longer...in this VERY exclusive neighboorhood where I live...with DS, and Hubby behind me, I yelled at the top of my lungs...on a very nice spring/summer day when everyone was outside....," Let me save you the trouble...I AM A DRUNK, I AM A FUCKING DRUNK!....ok so now that we are clear...I think we are done".

She again INSISTED I get of her property.

Oh so the reason was she called the cops...was there was poop in her yard....

We live in a neighborrhood of dogs but she called the police on me.


NOW,I have  made SURE my dogs NEVER walk that way...we leash them...we DO let them swim on our pier, WE do not let them run loose, EXCEPT fo Ginger who is  18 in "real" years. We live on a culdasac. At times I let her out, but watch her out the window...she goes out like 50 times a day...which AGAIN I take full responsibility for.

EVERYONE love us...well we give them veggies, and whatever I make canning.

OK so now the funny part...we are so not white trash, but what happens next is too funny to me. OK so remember last week when I was making jam, and canning...I had left some fruit on for a bit too long, and trashed a pot....

OK so DH sd take it out of the trash..."I could try to powerwash it." I fished it out of the trash...it soaked in the garage for about a week.

As DH was powerwashing the birdcage (blue/gold macwaw). I sd, "oh the pan."...so DH the GREAT,at at time when the really cool neighbors accross the street have company, grabs the pan.

So  now we are in a u hold it...no u hold it battle. So he finally holds the pan, as I BLAST him...it was soo funny. Just as DD was pulling in from work, we traded. Ok so just imagine this photo....in one of the most "exclusive" neighborhoods in the "throbing metropolis" of Waterford....My DH is holding the pan that I burned fruit onto....while I have the power washer in hand...in the street...as that happens...the ppl that think we are so low-brow" happen to pass by.

The neighbor that hate us also so happened to put their house up for sale last week.

My response..."No Wonder why They are Moving?"

All I have to say is EVERYONE else got jam, and picklels...."NO JAM 4 YOU!