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*To protect the names of the Psycho's and me (the innocent) I'm changing names of all parties involed.. except me and my fam. of course*

So, I have really loved getting to know my neighbors.  I have met some really sweet people.  I know I have posted about my neighbors before, and yes, they are "quirky" but all and all nice.  We have *Lacy and *OJ who live across the street, they have two BIG dogs *Hefty and *Zefrom.  The dogs are extremely protective of my kids.  If a car comes over to my house they come over and make sure they are not a threat to my kids.  Love it.  Then we have our next-door neighbors.  *Mr. and Mrs.  Can'tthinkofafakename.  We have bonded SLOWLY over the last five years.  I went from terrified, to concerned, to indifferent, to acqaintence, to actually having conversations and liking the people.  Mrs. Can'thinkofafakename absolutely loves my "watermelon" (not really a watermelon plant, but I don't want my "real" plant to be unprotected, so we will just call it a "watermelon" plant) plant.  She talks about it constantly.  How she loves to eat "watermelon" and she buys "watermelon" everyday.  She would LOVE to have a "watermelon" plant one day.  seriously.  all. the. time.  So the kids and I went to Lowe's and decided to be nice and buy her a freakin' "watermelon" plant.  The kids took it to her and she loved it.  All is nice in the world of  *saneblizzard st* (again, street name is changed to protect the innocent of the psychos..).  

This afternoon, I was sitting on my rocker on the front porch enjoying the nice weather and watching the guy across the street from me smoke his pot (I swear we are NOT in the ghetto), and enjoying watching my kids play. away from the potsmoker.   I was thinking how blessed I was to have some sweet neighbors to watch over our little family.  Then *Lacy from across the street comes over to visit me.  She asked for our cell numbers because she is getting everything ready for hurricane season.  Fair enough, she is freakin' organized!!  THEN she goes on to tell me what Mrs. Cantthinkofafakename has been doing to them lately.  Monday, Mrs. Cantthinkofafakename walks across the street and tells OJ that she can "read lips and knows the he is talking about [her]"  then she goes on to tell him she is going to "cut him, cut him, CUUUUUT HIM" until sweet OJ gets in the car and drives off.  THEN Mrs. Can'tthinkofafakename, calls the police on Lacy and OJ and files a report on THEM!!  uh. o.k.  that sounds fair.. IN PSYCHO WORLD.  Mrs. Can'tthinkofafakename's daughter goes on to explain to Lacy that her mom is "off her meds." so we will have to "excuse her".  yes, let's excuse her freakin' cutting behavior.  sure.  lets do that.  Then Lacy's BIG dogs walks in her yard b/c they were coming over to see my kids.  So, freakin' mrs. cantthinkofafakename calls the dog catchers on Hefty and Zefrom, and proceeds to tell Lacy that if the dogs put one more paw on her yard, she won't have dogs anymore.  That would be like telling Me you are killing *syrup (of course.. name change)  my dog.  I. DON'T. THINK. SO.  Lacy, being sweet, knows she is off her meds. so decides to not call the police.  The dog catchers come and Lacy explains what is going on.  So they let Hefty and Zefrom go with a nice "warning".  THEN today, for some PSYCHO reason, the police are on our street staring at OJ's and Lacys house.  I swear I hear Psycho music playing everytime I turn on my street.

What makes this true story all the funnier is what happened this afternoon BEFORE I knew all this.  My mom came over to pick something up, and Noah wanted to show her our "watermelon" plant.  So, we go out there and the door freakin' locks behind us.  Mimi, myself, Noah and Kate are locked out..  Kara is INSIDE.  We are OUTSIDE.  Not good.  That's o.k... we will go out the gate, except THERE IS A BIG BOULDER IN FRONT OF IT SO *SYRUP won't get out.  Great, so we are stuck in the back yard.  My mom, not wanting to be stuck at MY house forever, (I wonder why) climbs the fence and jumps in to Mrs. Cantthinkofafakename's yard!  I tell her to go Bang on the window because she can't hear.  So she bangs, bangs, bangs on the window in their backyard, because their gate won't open.  Praise God they aren't home, or else with the way things were going.. she would have been freakin' SHOT!!  Or hauled off in handcuffs.. which would have made ME pee in my pants from laughing.. and then I would have looked MR.  Anyways, the potsmoker walked across the street to let us out.  shew, that was a close one.

You know, I'm pretty much an idiot.  I just reread this and I changed everyones name, including my FREAKIN' dog, except my INNOCENT kids, and besides that, my blog address pretty much says who is writing this..  WHO'S THE IDIOT NOW????  oh well... Did I mention she had one of those ear pieces where she can hear people talking 100ft. away??  PARANOID!!  ee-ee-ee (Psycho music..)

 off to make mac-n-cheese for the kids last day of MDO party!