Ever year in spring, I start to lose my hair. It’s nothing new, it’s been going on for 20 years.

It never fails that people assume that I am on chemotherapy, have had it, etc.

I have gone through this a lot. I always correct people and say NO I’m not on chemo! I sure hope that I never have to go through chemo and I’m not going to fuck with karma by letting people think that’s the hair issue.

By the same token, I really do get tired of this and don’t feel I should have to explain all my medical issues to people either.

Today, I went to a store where I go on a weekly basis and the woman said oh you’re on chemo again in that awwww poor you voice and I said no, I’m not on chemo, I never have been. She seemed surprised and even wanted to argue with me that I have been on chemo.

ARGH!!! I finally had to say No–I have seasonal affective disorder that causes my hair problem every year. That’s not “exactly” the truth but it’s more than I should have to say and as close I’m going to get to the truth with a mere acquaintance.

Why is it that people have to stick their nose in my hair (or lack of) anyway……there’s plenty more that’s odd about me that they don’t need to be gawking at my head!!

So my birthday was May 1. You know–the time when I have to reflect on the fact that I’m old and have accomplished absolutely nothing with my life…………..

Yeah

As I posted earlier, we had issues with the neighbors using our property as if it were their own.

Well, the situation got worse. Though they moved the trailer, they continued to drive on our property. Their biggest mistake came when *I* decided enough was enough.

On Easter, I just happened to look outside in time to see these fuckers driving across my land. On top of that, they had their fucking kids playing on my land stumbling around on the corn stalks.

First off, I have a MAJOR issue with people think my property is theirs but beyond that–when you have little kids trundling around in corn stalks, it creates a HUGE liability issue as well and even though they are trespassing, I can just see how that would go.

Needless to say, enough was enough! Though I ended up being late for lunch with my mom, I confronted the assholes and said we have a problem here–you need to STAY OFF MY LAND, this is it! They guy walks toward me and says, you know what, fuck you. BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!!!!!!! The other guy who had called my husband a dickhead was standing there too and he said oh fuck them, let them call the cops. 2nd BIG FUCKING MISTAKE. I said you need to stay off my land–I’ve seen you turn around there today and I’ve seen your kids playing out there, it’s a liability issue for me and *I* want you off my land, it’s that simple. The guy said do you hate kids that bad and I said no, but keep your brats off my land. I added that I had no doubt as soon as one of them gets hurt, they’ll be after me for insurance and I’m not having it. The guy said they have their own insurance. I said good–let them get hurt over there.

In the meantime, I sat right there and called the police. Did the stupid fucks think I wouldn’t?! Wrong thought there.

Now, dealing with the police was a whole separate bag of fun too. I told them I could not wait for them to get to my house, I HAD to leave (especially since they said it would be an hour or more before they could get here). They took my number and had someone call me. Fortunately, the officer that ended up coming and talking to the stupid fuck neighbors is a property owner who has also had problems with trespassers and could feel my pain in this situation though at first, he didn’t sound as though he wanted to even talk to them. He started out saying “oh–it’s a civil issue”. It’s like HELL NO it’s not a civil issue–trespassing is illegal, right. It wasn’t until I told him where I work that he decided to go talk to them. Wow–never thought that would come in handy but it did.

I then explained the entire situation to the officer–that they had been asked multiple times to remove their stuff and themselves from our property but it didn’t seem to make a difference. I told the officer my main concern other than the plain out illegality and rudeness of them thinking my property is theirs to use is the insurance liability of having their little kids playing around in my field flying kites. I told him that I know how it would go if one of them gets hurt and it’s a liability I don’t want and since THE OWNERS OF THE PROPERTY telling them not to be there hasn’t seemed to work, I need an officer to explain to them it’s not their property and they need to stay off.

After the officer talked to them, he called me back (I was still visiting my mom) to tell me what had gone on.

He said he spoke with the assholes and told them that they need to stay off this property and pointed to their property–the nice open GRASSY property–where their kids should be flying kits and told them the kids need to play there. I gathered from my conversation with the officer that they tried to say I said things I didn’t because he told me that if this happens again, call the police right away rather than confronting them because they were making accusations over what I said. I can just about imagine that.

Needless to say since this whole situation, those fuckers have not set foot near their mess which is barely on their property nor have I seen sight of them at all for that matter. I’m so sad about that.

The officer said he told them it would be a lot easier if they just kept on their own property because if he had to come back over this issue he would start writing out fines for trespassing. To my mind, they should have been fined then and there but that’s just me.

Guess the assholes learned that you DON’T MESS WITH THE FAT WOMAN!

I’ve been lazier about bitching than I thought. It’s been more than a month and I have things to bitch about!!! I’ll start with the oldest bitch and go forward.