Paranoid

Am I really paranoid if everyone really is out to get me?  Just a thought... but yesterday something REALLY WEIRD happened.  When David got home he asked if I had left the water running on the tree again, because the entire side of the house was flooded.  I hadn't turned on the water... but we do have one hose attached to a drip line for the plants that is on a timer.  I thought maybe it had built up to much pressure and burst... so I went outside to take a look.  The hose had been disconnected from the drip line.  I thought that maybe somehow the threads had become stripped and thus disconnecting the two hoses... but NO... they had been manually, by a person, disconnected.  David didn't do it, I didn't do it, the kids or my sister didn't do it.... so who did it?

I know for a fact that people have been in our backyard.  Not only because one has been arrested back there... but weird things like this happen all the time.  Like the day David and I found a pair of keys in the yard... with a car clicker on them.  They weren't any of the neighbors and that isn't something that you just toss over a wall for the heck of it.  All I can imagine is that some punk jumped the wall and it fell out of a pocket... never to be found again.  Kinda' serves them right though.  Maybe it is the same punk that stole our stereo. 

I am tempted to line the top of the walls with glass.  That might do the trick... but then again, I'll probably get sued by some punk jumping the wall because they'll get hurt.  The craziness of the world we live in. 

The graffiti is also increasing.  It is not just on the perimeter walls of the neighborhood... but working its way in.  I'm just waiting to wake up one morning to find our cars and garage doors tagged.  The most irritating part is that it isn't just gang names, but profanity too... Also knowing that there is someone outside my doors doing such things bothers me.  The graffiti is also accompanied by gun shots most times too.  Can't wait to leave this place.

We hope to put our house on the market come Sept./Oct.  but we'll see.  I just can't honestly say... "Hey come see this awesome house, in an awesome neighborhood.  Great place to raise a family".    It reminds me of that commercial of a car that had been through a hurricane and the owner was trying to sell it.  And their description went from, slightly damaged car for sale... to... new paint and upholstery.  As David would so kindly put it... "You can gold plate a terd... but it is still a terd".    Don't get me wrong... I love our house and if I could, I'd just pick it up and move it with us... But you can't pay me enough to stay living in this area.

Wow... so that is the end of my venting for today... so am I just being paranoid?  Hmmmm?