Interesting early morning hours

I live at the very end, in the very smack middle of a cute little cul-de-sac.

Hardly anything get's past us, we pretty much see everything except my left next door neighbor.

We hear a whole lot too.

It's like we live in a noise alley. Our front porch is all brick and cement, so sound travels well in there, and is sort of amplified.

***I'm getting to something... bear with me.

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I have been staying up really late, watching the Olympics live as much as I can.

They are so exciting!

But, I got really tired last night, kinda early, so I went to bed around 1 a.m.

JUST as I was falling asleep, I heard awful, earsplitting screaming from down the street.

(We have a whole house fan on at night, so our windows have to be open, and my bedroom window was open blowing wonderful cool air over Bill and me.) So I heard EVERYTHING.

The corner house is a house of volatile people. Forever fighting, drinking, screaming, and the cops are frequently called over there for various reasons. What I heard, this time, sent

fear straight into my heart for these extremely stupid, extremely clueless family.

The oldest son was screaming, "JUST DO IT... GO AHEAD... JUST DO IT!" and running up and down the main street in front of his house. The Mom was throwing glass bottles on her driveway screaming nonsense, just screaming. There were about 10 people over their house, but no cars near their house. I called 911, I was afraid someone was either trying to commit suicide or murder. It was horrendous.

The cops were there within 15 seconds of my call. I told the dispatch lady, "Oh sorry, the officers are already on the scene, I guess I called in vain." and she said "No, that was me, I sent them there."

I guess the cops were very, very closeby. About 15 minutes later, a Fire Truck and an ambulance were on site.

More screaming, more crying, more officers arrive.

They finally arrested someone, I even heard him read his Miranda Rights,

and I thought it was over.

Nope.

The Mom needed to "clean house" and continued to thrash around on the front lawn, and throw out all things that make noise.

This same Mom, came over a couple of years ago, while eating a bowl of pasta, and confronted me on my porch and as asked me whether or not I was the one that called the police on them

for fighting with their friends on their lawn.

Of course... I said..."Yep, what's it to ya?... I live on this street too, and I don't have to listen to your domestic issues at all hours of the night. It sounded like there was danger, or a drug deal gone bad." That REALLY made her mad. She stormed off, bowl of pasta in hand, and turned around to tell me to mind my own business.

I just smiled and waived.

After that, every time we walk by her house, or my kids ride their bikes, she makes rude comments and when our boys lose a game and they know it, she says from her front porch...

"Ha Ha, you lost... loser boys!" THE MOM! Not the kids!

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My friend, their next door neighbor, called me this morning to let me know she heard it all too,

and that she is DONE! I told her it was about time! I can't be the only one that hears this crap!

So we are going to go talk to the Dad's father that lives around the corner, and owns the house the screamers/drug dealers live in.

It has to stop. I will not bow down to hoodlums. I will not stand idly by and watch our lovely cul-de-sac be taken over by such rubbish!

They have to go.

So many people these days just keep quiet and don't want to make waves... and this is what happens when it is allowed to continue. Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself.

So... once again, I am going to put on my big girl panties, and with my hubby, and other neighbors on the street in a united front, and let them know this will no longer be tolerated.

I will not hide in my house and pretend it isn't there. I had it behind me with the Idiots, and now it's in front of me too, and I am done!

My kids deserve a safe neighborhood to walk in, play in, be in.

I refuse to let someone walk all over me and my family.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Some of you know them... well.