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Tree Lady…

Oceanside Witch

She can’t handle anything by herself, and must always be chatting to someone about her problems. She has lots of them. She’s that “Damsel in Distress” that needs those beefy guys to come to her rescue.

She showed her true colors by the unneighborly way she conducted herself when I told her I had a problem with her trees she planted, blocking my ocean view. I approached her with all the caution and respect you could imagine, knowing she was in charge of my view. I offered to pay her, help her in any way, but she chose to attack my son about the trees instead of us handling our problem like adults.

So you want to handle our problem like a child, well, I can play, too!

Her daughter, Coffee Date, after hearing about the argument her mother and my son had over the trees, called my son, and used the worst language, and further told him that her mother was a REAL WITCH and we’d better “Watch Out”.

It proved to be absolutely true that she’s a witch. She conjures up her evil by gossiping. She mesmerizes her mush-brained minions by hanging her stuff out to cast a spell they cannot resist!

Coffee Date…

Hot Head Coffee Date

Foul-mouthed , with a hot head. and not a very bright bulb. She says anything in front of her child, including that her mother is a witch. Wouldn’t any grandma love for their grandchild to believe they’re a REAL WITCH? That’s just great.

When her mother, Tree Lady, came over to tell me that Mr. Crystal had murdered her dog, by hanging it in the tree in her backyard, she told me to not dare mention it to Coffee Date as she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

I suggested that she should call the police if she really believed Mr. Crystal killed her dog! Wouldn’t that be the correct thing to do instead of spreading her speculation?

When Coffee Date called my son, after Tree Lady, created her argument with him over the trees, she was shrieking so loud, he held the phone away from his ear, and I heard every word of her foul tirade.

Well, what can you expect from offspring of that union …Tree Lady and Mr. Remodel? It’s scary to think of genetics like this, but… …what do you get when you mingle an idiot with a witch?…Coffee Date and Peep Show…disrespectful, low class, idiot witches in training.

Mr. Remodel…

Cheater,ex-husband to tree Lady (she said), who moved back in with her, into her basement, when she ran into financial problems.

He supposedly split up their marriage over a girlfriend.

Tree Lady is a controlling BITCH in her house, as I can hear her shrieking often.

It appears to me that this cigarette smoking fiend, Mr. Remodel, is a complete idiot from the stupid and childish acts I’ve seen him doing, such as spraying our car with his hose for parking on the public street.

Tree Lady filled me in on what a BIG spender and braggart, he always was, needing to buy the best, even though he doesn’t have the budget for it, a real show-off.

He works for a construction company and you’d think he’d know better than to remodel without a permit. Something tells me that he does know better, but City of Oceanside doesn’t care, and he knows that, too!

Anyway… ONCE A CHEATER, ALWAYS A CHEATER, isn’t that what they say? He’s sure proved he’s a BIG OLD CHEATER to me!

My Cute Dog…

Hates Mr. Crystal…

Mr. Crystal

Mr.Crystal…

From what I personally know about him, he is deranged and needs to be watched carefully.

The first time he came into my yard to introduce himself, he picked up his foot and smashed a snail crawling on my house. I told him to please never do anything like that on my property.

When I got a puppy, she took an instant dislike to Mr. Crystal. Always barked at him, however many times a day he would drop by. I should have listened to my dog. The dog still hates him; she’s old, blind and deaf now, but just a little whiff of him sends her over the edge.

He has the rarest forms of plant life, his knowledge, which is of everything, is unsurpassed by anyone. He is an encyclopedia walking on legs; this is the special aura he paints around himself!

In my humble opinion, he has fried his brain on crystal meth.

When I moved here, some neighbors indulged in that drug, and gossip has it that several of them went to jail for manufacturing the stuff; they disappeared.

Mr. Crystal used to have a steady stream of all night visitors, people talking crazy and loud, clomping up and down the street. I’d give him hell about it and threaten him with the police. Didn’t take me too long to figure out what the deal was, they were smoking crystal meth; it stinks; smells something like plastic on fire.

He has thinned out all the crystal strays, and I’m glad for that; only a visitor once in a while in the middle of the night.

I could see the drastic effects that drug had on him; he was as skinny as a rail, would flail his arms and talk wildly, until I finally uninvited him, asked him to stop coming to my home. He was on the hate then, no more of my home cooking, I would often invite him for dinner whenever I had extra. No more spaghetti, gumbo, and all the other southern foods I fix.

You can tell when he’s off crystal meth, as he packs the pounds on and beer is his best friend.

I was warned by Big Jack Ass, when I moved here that Mr. Crystal killed his mother about 13 years ago. Just friendly chitchat by Big Jack Ass, to warn a new neighbor that she’s moved next door to a murderer!

Duly Noted

Big Jack Ass…

Big Jack Ass

For the thirteen years we’ve lived next door to him, we never had a cross word, until he decided one day to attack my son. “Game On”, he ranted , trying to start a fight, because my son had parked his truck on the city street in front of Tree Lady’s house. I could tell that he felt very passionately about the problem.

He even threatened me saying, “people get shot over stuff like this! His behavior was unacceptable, and stupid. The man is coming unhinged over something that is not his business.

Where we choose to park, if it’s not illegal, concerns only us.

This Big Jack Ass likes to mind our business, dish out orders, and is teetering on becoming violent on our property. He made threats and thinks he can bully us.

We put in Mr. Snoopy, our trusty cam to document any and all lunacy. The police suggested it. Now I’ve become compulsive about minding their business.

I don’t do well with threats, and kick into war mode when someone threatens me.

I live here for the view and the climate, not for a social life with this group of idiot people.

I definitely won’t be going anywhere, and in case they haven’t noticed, I’m not missing their visits. I can’t think of a reason I need, or would want to ever have a conversation with a one of these loony neighbors again.

I don’t respect how they’ve acted and when I have neighbors I’ve never met, scowling at me as I drive up my street, it is due to Tree Lady and her gossip. She cast her spell (letting it all hang out) and has effectively turned, what’s left of them, Big Jack Ass’s , Mr. Crystal’s, Mr. Remodel’s, and Mr. Felon’s brains into jello, and possibly others!

Peep Show…

I can see into her bedroom at night. She has a thin reed-like or plastic blind covering her window that you can see straight through. She used to have a boyfriend over and they put on a show, but don’t see him coming around any more.

Don’t care to ever see her peep-show and I’ve thought about taking her photo and sending it to her, or calling the police to make a complaint. Don’t presume she would be embarrassed. Will just see what takes place.

She must be in WITCH training as she seems to be trying to cast a spell with her hiny just like her mom, Tree Lady. Show your booty, but don’t forget the hooty factor, as Tree Lady finds that very useful with the guys.

Peep Show surely showed her ass, flipped the bird, made faces and doesn’t act much like a young lady. GENETICS?

Mr. Felon…

Mr. Felon

Don’t know the man, never had a conversation with him. I did the normal wave and smile routine until he started to grimace and look at me in his supposed, criminally, menacing way.

My son, who also doesn’t know this man, was driving past his house one day and he grabbed his crotch, flipped the bird and lunged at my son’s car. Odd behavior for someone we’ve had no connection with. I have to assume that Tree Lady has filled him in on whatever the gossip is that she has concocted.

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Please excuse any redundancy in my rantings. EXCUSE ME FOR VENTING…I do ramble on (perhaps I should see a psychiatrist for a PROZAC prescription)…

My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right! Thank you DADDY, I love you!

…FROM MAD TO GLAD … CAUTION … CHILDREN AT PLAY….

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