[RoxyJosMom]

I remember my dad in the middle of the nite, when one would get in their house, at the top of the stairs in his undies, with a tennis racquet swinging, towel of his head, jumping and squating, trying to outsmart the little guys. As for the holes - there are so many holes inside and outside, there is no way to plug them all. This is the landlords 1st rental and he has no clue. I went the 1st 3 days I moved in with no fridge, no kitchen sink, no hot water. Still waiting for him to fix fence that was to be done b-4 i moved in. Does the word SLUMLORD come to mind? Still battling bees in the siding, carpenter ants all over, and other assorted creepy crawlies roaming around. No mice, tho. Now, here's the great part. Yeah, it gets better. I live across the street from a houseful of young guys. I realize nobody can figure out why there is a constant parade, day and nite, of carloads of kids in and out of there. Not to mention the sheets that are hung up around the balcony with little peep holes so they can peek out. We,ve already watched them smoking pot and doing God knows what, so that must be so the cops won't know what's going on. I guess all the liquore bottles on the porch railings are just decorations. I'd turn them in but I may need them before I get thru this mess. I 'b be amazed if any of them are over 18. Anyway, next to them is a supposed crackhouse. Can't say for sure, but it's a strange place. 1st week here and the girl that live there comes knocking on my door: "Hi, I'm Angel, welcome to the neighborhood, my husband is cooking, can I borrow some flour?". OK. A couple weeks ago, she's back: "Hi, can I borrow some glue?". Nope, sorry, mine is all sniffed out. That's the only times I have ever seen her. But, I digress. After I get done last nite, and I am reliving the experience, completely covered in my comforter, peeking out every now and then looking for that dreaded shadow, I think: What if all those guys were stoned and saw my in my getup thru their peepholed - nitie hanging out from under sweatshirt, black chef's apron tied around my head so only my eyes were showing, tennis racquet in front of my face, (also carrying a mirror so I could peek around corners, swinging golf club(no club on the end, just the long handle - it USED to be my brand new driver)crawling around on the floor, ducking under a blanket every few seconds, they probably thought they were hallucinating on some pretty bad stuff. It has been pretty quiet over there this morning. Maybe I scared them straight. Now I better go check the attic. This should be a riot, although, I think they are in the ceiling. That would explain why my one cat is constantly staring at the ceiling. I thought she was just facinated with the missing boards. Take note, sleep deprivation can make one ramble on and on, sorry. Oh, BTW, the rest of the neighborhood is fine. If anything interesting happens, I'll continue this saga.
Thanks for listening.
Sandy