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Post by thelma on Mar 8, 2008 21:41:46 GMT -5
bobbbiez - I guess I just can't help but be a "Mom" until they put me 6 feet underground. I admire your "spirit" and wish there were more independant women like you in this world.
I'll continue to say my prayers for you and hope to see you soon. Remember to give me a call when you arrive back in Utica.
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Post by bobbbiez on Mar 8, 2008 22:13:39 GMT -5
 You got it girlfriend.  Looks like we will be taking our trip next week. Got alot to do and some visiting to do that I gave my word on. Will let you know when we decide for sure what days we'll be there. ;D
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Post by Ralph on Mar 9, 2008 0:29:19 GMT -5
I don't think we have quite reached the point of retaliation against the average citizen here, though I have been "out of the loop" for a bit.
They usually are too busy trying to kill each other!
I found when we had the crack houses and prostitutes around the corner here, that they would do anything they could to scare the crap out of you, but when push came to shove they would walk away from direct confrontation.
The last thing they wanted was the police to pull up rousting them for abusing a neighbor!
Living on the second floor I had more video and still photographs than you could shake a stick at. Did them all from my front porch.
Some people are just to stupid to ever look UP. DUH!
However that was me, and I wouldn't recommend all the stuff I did to the average person.
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Post by bobbbiez on Mar 9, 2008 1:12:53 GMT -5
Ralph, I got one over you. Had a crack house just a few houses down from mine mostly dealing at night with very heavy traffic going in and out on a constant basis and they were far from being quiet. Now, I'm already pissed that they're even on my street but now I can't get a decent night sleep. Was working at the time and had to get up at 5:00am to get ready for work. I was walking around like a zombie at work. Finally, I had enough waiting for the police to take them down, so I borrowed my son's heavy duty spot light, (didn't tell him what I needed it for or he would have me committed  ), and every time a car drove up to the drug house I would flash the spot light on them. As soon as the light hit their vehicle they would drive off like a bat out of hell. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep for about two weeks, but the drug dealer moved out of my area. The funny part of all this is the investigator working on that house because of my complaint came over a few days after the dealer moved to inform me there would be no more problems with the dealer because he packed up his business and moved to Yorkville. Did I tell him why the dealer moved? HELL NO!! He would have ran right back and told my sons. Didn't want to hear their mouths and the thought of being committed didn't really appeal to me, but I did go out and buy me my own heavy duty spot light "just" in case. ;D
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Post by Ralph on Mar 9, 2008 1:45:03 GMT -5
LOL!!!
Sounds like we could trade stories for a whole afternoon, at least!
The best one I have for now is when we had some questionable folks living upstairs next door. I think she was a crack addict and was selling herself late at night, but who knows.
Seems she had a "client" over one night and someone didn't take to well with the idea, I really didn't ever find out and didn't care at the time.
Wound up with a lot of shouting and shit going on, and after it calmed for a bit I drift off to sleep. A little bit later I am woken by a scuffle going on outside and someone running through my yard.
Out I go and I have this "someone" treed in my back yard.
He's busy yelling at me "don't let him shoot me, don't let him shoot me"! There is NO ONE around but him, myself and Betty (who lived next door downstairs at the time).
After about five minutes of me telling him there is no one here and to get out of my yard, he is still going through his routine.
Now mind you, I am standing under the tree with a 12 ga. sawed off shotgun basically pointed up his arse, convincing him of the merits of running for his life from his phantom shooter vs me just blowing his said arse out of the damn tree!
He finally decided to vacate the tree and my yard, running down the street for all he was worth, leaving poor Betty and I laughing our asses off afterwards!
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Post by bobbbiez on Mar 9, 2008 15:17:27 GMT -5
Yepper Ralph, I bet we could go on sharing what we never imagine having to do at our ages (my a little riper ) just to continue living our lives out peacefully and safely in our own homes. 
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You got it girlfriend. 
Looks like we will be taking our trip next week. Got alot to do and some visiting to do that I gave my word on. Will let you know when we decide for sure what days we'll be there. ;D
), and every time a car drove up to the drug house I would flash the spot light on them. As soon as the light hit their vehicle they would drive off like a bat out of hell. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep for about two weeks, but the drug dealer moved out of my area.