October 31, 2013 -- Increased Patrols

Today must be a really big deal for FBPD, because not only did I see a squad car going down Alpha Rd. at 1:51 p.m. today, but this morning, there were two squad cars pulled off into the parking area of London Square Apartments.

From at least 10:21 a.m. to 10:27 a.m., the two squad cars were pointed opposite directions in the parking lane.  They needed to have a conversation for some reason.

Now at 1:51 p.m., I noticed that Brookhaven was getting set up for some kind of big event.  They were putting up tents, and the October winds were laughing at their efforts.  So that's probably the reason the FBPD is patrolling more.

October 31, 2013 -- What School Allows Kids a Day Off on Halloween? Or the Banging Brood is at it Again.

At 9:03 a.m., the Banging Brood let me know they were awake with a hard thump on the bedroom wall.

Then at 12:33 p.m., the Banging Brood thumped twice.

So really, since when is Halloween now an official school holiday?  If the Banging Brood is a coven of witches, that would explain being off on a "sacred day" for them.

How would I know this?  I spend a lot of time with my nose inserted into books.  I read.  I absorb knowledge.  But my religious beliefs are a private matter, not to be shoved into everyone else's faces.

October 30, 2013 -- The Day Before Halloween, and the Banging Brood are Cranking Up

At 3:12 p.m., I experienced several hard bangs on the shared bedroom wall, the one shared with the Banging Brood.

Then at 3:47 p.m., the Banging Brood thump a couple of more times.

What, did someone come home ticked off?  Hey, I've been there.  But that wall didn't do anything to you kids.  Nor did your neighbor (me).  I was sitting quietly, petting my fuzzy cat, playing a silly game that keeps me calm to the point of boredom.

Oh well.  Given how early the events occurred, I got to talk to the apartment manager about it.

I can say this much, it sure didn't sound like "we're moving" noises.  And they're supposed to be out on Halloween.

October 29, 2013 -- Unsupervised Children

It was at 4:15 p.m., and I witnessed four boys playing on the quad lawn.  Now, I don't mind in the least that they were playing outside.  But they were doing so without adult supervision.

(Darn it!  I was so close to having nothing to report!)

October 27, 2013 -- Wal-mart Lost Another Cart

At 5:57 p.m., I was walking past the Granite Tower and I saw a Wal-mart cart in their parking lot.

You know, I've seen people take those when they have a friend with them, and they only enough groceries that the two of them could easily carry from the Wal-mart nearby.  But if it's that rough on dainty man-hands (yes, I'm seeing healthy young MEN do this cart theft for a few groceries), then I recommend using a backpack.  I like using mine for hauling a few groceries home; in fact, that's what I'd done earlier in the day to finally get the remaining ingredients for these recipes I'm dying to try.  I have to admit, if you have something like a gallon of milk (or oil), lugging it on your back in a backpack makes a lot of sense.

October 27, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper got Stopped

At 5:59 p.m., when I'd returned home, I noticed that the music was still going on upstairs.  I finally got fed up with it at 6:17 p.m., and made a call to the police.  I told the dispatcher that the Upstairs Stomper had been playing that music since 12:20 p.m., and that when the cops warn the tenants in that apartment, the Upstairs Stomper always moves their equipment to another part of the apartment.  But they refuse to shut it off when they move it.

Well, I don't know the exact time when they shut it off.  I was busy doing the dishes and trying to make dinner.  But I know that at 6:44 p.m., the electronic noise was definitely off.

Though that didn't deter the Upstairs Stomper from stomping back and forth at 6:48 p.m. in retaliation.

My thanks goes out to Farmers Branch Police Department for handling the situation, and being successful with the first try.

October 27, 2013 -- Leash Law Violation X 2

At 3:57 p.m., I saw two dog owners violate the leash law.  One was a woman with a teacup breed.

The other was another woman, but with a Chihuahua that I know will threaten and menace other people.  It's gone after me before.  Twice.

October 27, 2013 -- Two Sightings of Police Vehicle

At 2:27 p.m., I saw a FBPD vehicle heading down McEwen, headed for Alpha Rd.

Then an hour later, at 3:27 p.m., I saw another (could have been the same one, I don't know) FBPD vehicle parked right outside the front lobby of the Farmers Branch DoubleTree Hotel.

October 27, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Drama-o-Ramma

And here I was hoping that maybe I wouldn't be blogging about how Farmers Branch, TX is becoming a ghetto.  I'm way too optimistic for my own good these days.  Sigh.

It all started at 12:20 p.m. today.  I'd gotten home around noon and had 20 minutes of peace and quiet.  Then the Upstairs Stomper realized I was home.  I heard six stomps and then the door slammed.

At 12:24 p.m., there was another door slam.

Then at 12:55 to 1:10 p.m., I could hear a man and a woman argue from Upstairs Stomper's apartment.

Then at 1:23 p.m., they cranked up the music in the bedroom area.

At 1:36 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper made two other stomps.

From 1:38 p.m. At 3:30 p.m., the music was still playing at 2:15 p.m. when I left.  But it had been off when I had first returned home.  Then they turned it on again upstairs (in bedroom area).

This is clearly a deliberate act.  I generally hang out in my bedroom.  They know this.  The stomping is also deliberate, because when they want to "get my attention," they do it.  When they think I'm not there, they are as quiet as mice upstairs.

At 1:56 p.m., I counted maybe eight deliberate stomps.

Then at 2:07 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper family decided to bicker again.

When I'd returned at 3:30 p.m., there were six more deliberate stomps.

3:44 to 4:14 p.m. (when I left to go blogging), the music and stomping was still going on.

To any officers reading this blog: You know where I live.  So you know who the Upstairs Stomper is without listing his apartment number, because his is directly over mine.  You should consider this a complaint and go warn them to knock off the music.  I would rather not have another repeat of October 25, 2013, when they decided to be disobedient and act like they could get away with not listening to you (by moving their music to the other side of the bedroom, but left it playing).

October 26, 2013 -- Banging Brood Picks up where Upstairs Stomper Left Off

After 12:40 p.m., when the Upstairs Stomper's harassment abated, I was starting to just doze off.

Then at 12:58 p.m., the Banging Brood started drumming on the shared wall for five minutes.  Not able to take the noise any longer after putting up with the Upstairs Stomper, and knowing the Brood wouldn't stop without the cops showing up, I called the police.

After calling, the Banging Brood continued to beat and bang, so hopefully they were actually caught in the act this time, and hopefully "Mommy" got a well-deserved citation for letting her little monsters harass me.

I know this much at least.  When I woke up at 4:30 to urinate, they didn't retaliate for the personal hygiene sounds, like they typically do.

October 25, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Increases Harassment

Wow, and here I was hoping that maybe I could take a day or so off from the blog, but the tormentors won't stop.
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Anyway, beginning at 8:24 p.m., I heard the Upstairs Stomper make thumps just like what the Banging Brood makes, but I knew it was coming from upstairs, due to the vibrations.

Do you know what I was doing at the time that was just soooo heinous that it justified this assault?  I was putting the groceries away and reheating some leftovers for dinner!

Then at 8:49 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper made a deliberate stomp.

Another stomp occurred from upstairs at 8:50 p.m.

Then from 11:05 p.m. to 12:16 a.m., the Upstairs Stomper played some music loud enough to keep me freaking AWAKE and deprived of SLEEP when I had something IMPORTANT TO DO THE NEXT DAY!

I'd called the police, and they must have arrived at 12:16 a.m., because the Upstairs Stomper stormed to the door at about this time, and then must have crept back quietly in order to move their noise machine to the other side of their bedroom.

So you see, I think the police did talk to them, but it wasn't quite that effective, not with disobedient noisemakers like the Upstairs Stomper.  So maybe the next time I have to call the cops on them, I hope the FBPD just skips the warning and starts writing citations, because the Upstairs Stomper has made fools of them long enough.

From 12:16 a.m. to 12:40 a.m., the music continued to play, but like I said, on the other side of the bedroom.  By 12:40 a.m., it abated.

October 25, 2013 -- Shopping Cart at Bus Stop

I was at the bus stop near the Granite Tower, where Alpha and Alpha Link meet.  Across Alpha, at 1:44 p.m., I noticed a Wal-mart shopping cart.  Now that's a weird place to leave a shopping cart.  It's maybe a quarter of a mile from London Square Apartments, about the same distance from the Prairie Crossing complex, and Brookhaven Community College doesn't have student housing on campus. It's also about a quarter of a mile or so from the nearest Wal-mart.

October 25, 2013 -- Two Squad Cars on Patrol

At 1:44 p.m. and 1:54 p.m., I saw a squad car at each time interval going to the police station.  They were at the corner of Valley View and Alpha, where the two roads merge.

I haven't seen a squad car in the area in a week, so to see two in 10 minutes suggests something's going on.

October 24, 2013 -- A Promising Phone Conversation

I received a phone call around 1:40ish this afternoon, from the Seargent handling the Criminal Investigatons division.  He left a message to call him back, and I did so around 2.

It'll take some time to get things set up (my friend has scheduling conflicts) with having my property turned over into her care.

I had a very polite, professional conversation with this Seargent, and I feel it was handled well.  He didn't make any mention of this whole "terroristic threat" hokum, and he gives me hope we can eventually get things sorted to the liking of the parties most involved.

Yes, Precious, I do More than Blog about this Crap

I also write lengthy notes about what happened last night and let the complex manager have them.

With all that went down last night, I was concerned I'd forget something.  There was just too much, and it was easier writing it all down.

The office was locked at the time (around 10 this morning), so I just folded the paper and slipped it under the door.

Though I can't be sure, I think the Banging Brood got bad news.  At around 2 p.m. today, someone in that apartment slammed the front door twice.  But that could have been over anything, really.

October 24, 2013 -- Had to call Cops on Banging Brood

At 3:28 a.m., I'd finished using the bathroom and was going back to bed.  But the Banging Brood had other plans as they pounded on the wall something fierce.

It was so bad that I had to call the police.  I tried to be very quiet as I called them, but the brats next door could hear me and they stopped.  But anyway, I'm going to credit the police putting a stop to it.  The dispatcher asked me if I wanted to talk to an officer, or if I just wanted it handled.  I just wanted them to deal with it.

Even so, I had a heck of a time falling asleep again.

October 23, 2013 -- Banging Brood Drum and Bang

At about 9:35 p.m., the Banging Brood drummed hard on my bedroom wall.

Then they banged one more time at 9:42 p.m.

Gee, did I lie down for sleep too loud?

October 23, 2013 -- Party at London Square Apartments

Well, to be more precise, the party happened last night, so it's already ended.

When I was checking my mail around 7:20 p.m., I could hear people on the complex grounds going "woo!" like it was party time.

This sort of party atmosphere kept going on when a small dog, I'm guessing a chihuahua, went after a woman.  The little dog barked and snarled (I was only listening to this going on outside, so I didn't actually see any of it), so I don't know if it might have also nipped at the person it was threatening.  How do I know it was a woman?  I heard another woman ask her, "Are you okay?" and the other woman replied, "No."

After that event broke up, I could still hear the occasional "woo!" going on.

The shouting and carrying on didn't end until I went out onto the walkway to see why the Pantry Punishers (the whole household) were insisting on loitering right outside MY window and speaking loudly.  I went out there with a scowl and my cell phone, ready to call the cops.  The Pantry Punishers went back inside their apartment and the party ended after this.

October 23, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper wants in the Blog

I came home around 7:30 last night, and what I came home to was music, loud music from the Upstairs Stompers' apartment.

Then at 7:53 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper decided to "show me who's boss" by making two very hard ceiling-shaking stomps -- deliberately.  I muttered in the kitchen, "I've been cutting you guys some slack because you're moving.  If you want in my blog, I can oblige."  Though the music was still playing, any other attempts to deliberately aggravate me subsided.

Even so, at 7:56 p.m., the loud music was starting to really get to me.  I muttered in the dining room, "I'm about to lose my temper."  Moments after saying that, the Upstairs Stomper moved the party to the parking lot, far enough away from my apartment that I could hardly hear the music.

Let me back up a moment about "I'm about to lose my temper."  I had reached the point in all the party mood antics going on out there that I was very close to calling the cops.

Also, let me explain "muttering".  I wasn't speaking loud enough that anyone should understand what I said.  It should have been an indistinct jumble, at best.  But the Upstairs Stomper could understand everything, even with the music loud enough for me to hear, to respond as if he were in my apartment with me.

Is there something in the indoor environment at the complex that might be causing hyper-sensitive hearing?

October 23, 2013 -- Signs of Improvement at London Square Apartments

Last night, I was heading for the mailboxes and I noticed they've installed some extra-bright security lights.  I mean, it's so bright by the mailboxes that you can definitely see if it's junk mail or not.

That should help with making the area more secure.  And it'll hopefully give drivers fewer excuses for almost squishing a pedestrian at night.  Maybe it'll also deter some of the nocturnal loitering and such.

October 23, 2013 -- Second Attempt to Retrieve Property from FBPD

I went there with my friend, you know, the one that has Homeland Security clearance.

I was hoping that they'd release the gun so I could let her hang onto it.  The weapon would be more secure where she lives, rather than with me in the apartment.  Besides, if someone did manage to break in, I can bean them on the head with the baseball bat and not have to worry about harming innocents.  And I've not had any fresh fingerprints since cleaning the windows, so my personal "threat alert" has gone down ("threat alert" in terms of feeling like my life and/or home is in danger).

Well, we waited for a little bit and were told to give the manager over the property department a call Monday.  The whole property department was in school and none will be back until Monday, from the sound of it.  I find it plausible, although my skepticism isn't "buying it" completely.

It's an improvement from "We're holding onto it pending a criminal investigation into you being a TERRORIST!"  But my desire to regain my property (even if it's just long enough to give the gun to my friend) is based more on practicality, and principle, not fear.  When I voluntarily surrendered the firearm on September 27, 2013, I was told SPECIFICALLY that it wasn't being held as evidence, that I could come by September 30, 2013 and reclaim it.

The principle: It's my rightful property that I VOLUNTARILY surrendered.  I was lied to and intimidated (most likely an effort to dissuade me from blogging, as if that was very effective) on October 11, 2013.  So on principle, I simply refuse to "reward" FBPD with a "free gun" that is common to their department.

As for the practicality, I would like to have it back in case I have to sell it at a pawn shop.  Now if FBPD were willing to pay me more than some pawn shop, and they approached me with the offer, I may be inclined to accept.

But I refuse to lose it through "but she didn't claim it, so it's ours" nonsense.  I've tried claiming it twice now, this time, with a witness.  And the blog is my other witness.

So if you're reading this, FBPD, please do the right thing for once.

Just stop jerking me around.

October 23, 2013 -- Close Call with a Carrera

At 4:00 p.m. I was heading for the local Wendy's to blog.  Even though I have a few posts to make here, what I'm eager to blog about has nothing to do with gripes.  It's my "happy blog," my hobby blog.

But anyway, I digress.  I was walking through the parking lot and this guy in a black Carrera convertible drove way too close for comfort.  While such handling would impress some, narrowly missing my backside by a few INCHES was unsettling.

Needless to say, the word "jerk" was muttered.  I'm just glad I didn't wind up with heart palpitations from the fright, so the meds are doing something to keep me from jumping out of my skin.

I noticed how he kind of slowly cruised past the empty Farmers Branch police car here at the corner Wal-mart's parking lot.  Just like I've been saying: an empty squad car is an ineffective deterrent.  Though had there been an officer in the car, I doubt he would have seen what transpired in his rear view mirror.

October 23, 2013 -- Banging Brood is Warming Up for Weekend

And when I mean "warming up," I mean they're getting one heck of an early start doing it.  Early as in the a.m.

At 4:58 a.m., they banged on the shared wall.

Then at 5:40 a.m., I noticed two bumps on the shared wall.

The last bang, a loud one, happened at 11:04 a.m. And it definitely originated from their apartment.

October 22, 2013 -- After Curfew Bang from Banging Brood

You guessed it.  They banged on the bedroom wall again last night.  It happened at 10:43 p.m., past curfew and definitely past the time for good little kids to be asleep and out of mischief.

The day the Banging Brood is actually a bunch of good little angels is the day it rains real gold coins from the sky.  Don't hold your breath for either.

October 21, 2013 -- Two More Bangs from the Banging Brood and Some Interesting Information

At 9:32 p.m. and 9:36 p.m., the Banging Brood decided to retaliate because I had to COUGH!  They did so by banging the shared wall one time for each time period, and the blow was hard enough to shake said wall.

I'd like to hear what excuse FBPD can come up with those little demons hammering on the wall just because I have to cough, or because the cat made a noise jumping in or out of the window, or any of the other ORDINARY, EVERYDAY LIVING NOISES that emanate from my apartment.  When you live anywhere, whether it be an apartment or a house, you'll have accidental droppage of items, you'll have pets making noises, you'll have your share of "oops" moments.

But what the Banging Brood has done since July 2nd, 2013 has been DELIBERATE.  I'm sick of the excuses Farmers Branch, TX.  Step in and get these kids help for their anger problems before they hit their teens and they have to be tried as adults for something far more serious than drumming on a wall.  You know bloody well that if their own issues aren't handled NOW that things will be ten times worse when they all experience hormones for the first time.

You know, FBPD has to wonder how I know that "Mommy" over there lied on her application, right?  The complex manager told me so.  And today, she expounded on it: did you know "Mommy" moved in ALONE, but those five kids came to live with her soon afterward?  Did you know that a one bedroom has a maximum of two people, and a two bedroom is restricted to four?  And did you know that the "Daddy" is now hanging around over there, spending nights over there and such?  Did you know that makes a total of SEVEN PEOPLE in a one bedroom?

Did you know that the complex is doing everything to fix the problem, but they can't get any help from the legal system (from the sound of it)?  You'd think the city itself would step in to rectify the code violation: seven people living in a one bedroom.

Why do I think some guy is the "Daddy"?  Well, for one, I can hear his voice as he talks to the Brood.  Granted, I can't make out what he says, but the impact is readily apparent.  When he speaks, the Banging Brood cries because they're not being allowed to get their stinky little revenge while he's there.

October 21, 2013 -- Empty Squad Car

At 4:30 p.m., I noticed a Farmers Branch Police squad car just sitting there empty at the corner Wal-mart.

If memory serves, the ex-roommate "lovingly" referred to said Wal-mart as Ghetto-mart.

October 21, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Making Noise

From 12:25 to 12:30 p.m., I heard scraping, hammering, and what sounded like a power tool (power screwdriver, maybe?) being used.  I was told that his household is moving, though I don't know when.  So maybe they're busy packing.

I'm okay with that.  Normal moving sounds are fine.  Now that I know, I can relax a bit.

Like that's been that difficult today.  It's been a decent day; I feel content.  Accomplished.  So after one more post here, I'm going to go "chirp" on my hobby blog.  Even not reaching my contacts like I wanted didn't scuttle my mood.  Nor has all of the threatened weather that's just made the day grey.

October 20, 2013 -- Banging Brood in the Dining Room

At around 7 p.m., the Banging Brood made three blows on the shared wall between their dining area and mine.  The blows were hard enough to feel vibrations, which are a sign that the blows are real and their true origin.

What was I doing that warranted such an assault upon the wall?  I was poking around on the desk trying to locate some spools of crochet thread.  I wanted to finish my seven "dragon egg" necklaces last night.  A nice QUIET activity that doesn't require retaliation from viscous, vindictive little monsters next door.

October 20, 2013 -- Banging Brood Retaliation, or Where the CRAP is CPS?

There's no other word for what happened today other than retaliation.  And the apartment manager hears about it tomorrow.  I thought she said they were being kicked out, but that was a couple of months ago when I was told this.

At 8:24 a.m., the banging started with a couple of loud thumps on the wall between bedrooms.

Then at 10:11 a.m., there was a total of six bumps on the wall.  What's the matter, was I WINDING THE CROCHET THREAD TOO LOUDLY FOR YOU BRATS?!?

Then at 10:34 a.m., there were two hard bangs on the shared wall, followed by a 20 second pause, and another thump.  My CAT was making noise as she jumped up onto and down from the windowsill.  This was flat out DELIBERATE on these little demons' part.

At 10:36, the Banging Brood thumped again.

Then at 10:37, there was a series of three bumps.

One minute later, at 10:38 a.m., the Banging Brood thumped three times, paused, banged four times, paused, and thumped another two times.

At 10:39 a.m., the Banging Brood drummed on the wall (a rapid series of at least 12 bumps).

Then around 10:42 a.m., I was being "punished" while the Upstairs Stomper stomped real hard.  The Banging Brood banged twice in retaliation.

At 10:47 a.m., they banged on the wall three times while the Upstairs Stomper was making scraping sounds.  This is, pardon the vulgarity, HORSESHIT, being punished for noises that don't even ORIGINATE FROM MY APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10:49 a.m. saw the Banging Brood drumming on the shared wall (hard enough to shake it) at least 24 times.  What, is my CROCHETING that flipping NOISY?!?

They repeated the "performance" at 10:52 a.m. with another 30 or more blows to the wall.  I don't care what you say, Mr. Pills, that's excessive.  Get over there and DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then at 10:58 a.m., the Banging Brood thumped on the wall twice, paused, and did it again two more times.

It seems the hellish little monsters weren't satisfied though, because at 10:57 a.m., they bumped three more times, waited a brief period, drummed 12 times, paused, and drummed 12 more out.

They took a little break, until 1:31 p.m.  Then they drummed on the wall with 30 or more blows.

At 1:43 p.m., the Banging Brood pounded hard on the shared wall six times.

After that, at 1:48 p.m., I hear one of the little creatures crying again.

Then at 2:29 p.m., they banged three times on the wall, all because I was COUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So there you have it.  Five very unruly little monsters that are vengeful at such a tender age.  Where the BLAZES is CPS to step in and stop this?  These kids shouldn't have such an unhealthy urge to "get even" for minute things like coughing or cats jumping.  Where is FBPD to tell THEM that THEY need to learn to "live and let live"?  Oh, that's right.  That's only reserved for CHILDLESS, MENTALLY-DISABLED WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not like those little monsters know what "no" means anyway.  They're used to their "Mommy" folding like a cheap suit over every little sniffle and whine.

October 19, 2013 -- Deliberate Banging from Banging Brood

I'd just gotten back home from errand running at 7:20 p.m.

At 7:33 p.m., the Banging Brood made at least 12 hard blows on the wall we share between bedrooms.  The wall shook from the blows.

Then at 7:47 p.m., there was another thump from them.

At 7:48 p.m., the Banging Brood shook the wall again with one hard thump and made at least another 12 drum-like blows.

Around 7:52 p.m., I could swear I heard a male voice speaking unintelligibly.  Then at 7:52 p.m., one of the brats over there started screaming and crying, because someone probably told the little monster "no".

Then at 8:49 p.m., there was a loud thump that shook the shared wall again.

At 8:56 p.m., ther were two rapid bumps on the shared wall.

So, Mr. Pills, does THIS description sound like it's "normal apartment living" to you?  Wait until you read the article for TODAY (10-20-2013).

October 19, 2013 -- More Noise and Music from Upstairs Stomper

From 12:24 p.m. to 12:44 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper (and his dog) were making quite a bit of scraping, banging, stomping and bumping.  I could tell, because the vibrations were coming down from overhead.

Then from 12:46 until I left home at about 3:30 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper decided to play loud music.  It was loud enough to hear it echo from the building across the quad, but I know the music came from upstairs because of the vibrations.

So why not call the cops?  Why bother?  They can't even get the right address and they'll somehow be "unable to hear anything" even after being told how they can hear it for themselves.  I don't bleeding care that they've told me they take care of loud music.  They don't do jack when I complain about ANYTHING.

Nooooo....  They're hoping that it gets so bad that I move into a house.  It's like I just poop money, you know?  I just sit on the toilet and out it comes, money, money everywhere.  And with that magical poop money, I can do whatever I want, including instantly packing up and leaving.  Just like snapping your fingers easy.

It must be fantastic, this fantasy world the FBPD lives in.  I'm stuck in the real world though.  And the real world doesn't cut me breaks like that.  Never has, and never will.

Just because they can get away with robbing the taxpayers by not enforcing the law for everyone, they think they're just so peachy keen better than the rest of us.  Taxpayers probably don't even know that they pay FBPD to play favorites, to discriminate, to intimidate, and in exchange, the cops can move into houses of their own.  Brag, brag, freaking brag.

How long before the taxpayers think they don't need FBPD any longer?  Maybe when there are blatant drug deals and prostitutes trolling on their own street corners daily?

October 19, 2013 -- More Proof that Farmers Branch, TX is Becoming more Ghetto

At 11:18 a.m. and 1:38 p.m., respectively, a car alarm sounded.  Each time, it sounded for maybe 20 to 30 seconds.

What's the big deal about car alarms?  Well, when I moved into London Square Apartments back in 2007, you didn't ever HEAR car alarms going off in the area.  But you do now.  And they've become necessary in the area, it would seem.

That's getting pretty ghetto, when you hear car alarms on a more frequent basis.

October 19, 2013 -- More Heard from Banging Brood

At 3:24 a.m., the Banging Brood woke me up by hitting the shared wall hard.

Then they banged hard again at 7:21 a.m.

Finally, at 10:52 a.m., the Banging Brood were in the "dining area" of their apartment, beating the snot out of the shared wall.  I was in my own "dining area" to complete a craft project I've been meaning to finish: a cover for my Kindle.  So while my searching did create some noise, it wasn't in any way supposed to annoy the Banging Brood.

You know, the FBPD really, really needs to explain it to "Mommy" and the little monster pack that the "big bad neighbor" is merely trying to LIVE IN HER APARTMENT AND IS NOT TRYING TO BOTHER ANYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

They're the little terrors that need to hear the "sales pitch" about how you can't have an over-abundance of quiet in an apartment.

But noooooo....  It's the mentally-disabled they have to tell this to, and the neighbors' little demons can just do as they please.  Discimination.

October 18, 2013 -- Peace and Quiet Ruined by Banging Brood

At 9:26 p.m., the Banging Brood (who had been deliciously quiet lately) decided to make the bedroom wall shake with one hard blow.

It would seem they want my attention again.  Sad.  Shouldn't they be getting attention from their "Mommy," instead of making more grief for her?  I wouldn't be surprised that if the cops had been called, "Mommy" would either "play asleep," or they'd blame the Upstairs Stompers' dog.

October 18, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper's "Act of Dog" and Another Rant about FBPD

About 11:40 a.m., I heard the dog in the Upstairs Stomper's apartment bark a bit and thump about.  The dog sounded excited.

Now an "act of dog" isn't a cause for police involvement, mind you.  But this is the only thing noteworthy of being reported, and I'm glad for it, really.

However, I'd like to refute Mr. Buzz Cut's (the police officer with Mr. Pills on October 14, 2013) comment about how you can't get quiet in an apartment complex.  Bull.  It was so quiet last night that I didn't recognize it at first.  That's how noisy it's been since July 2nd, 2013.  It was quite pleasant to have a night and a morning of respite from the banging, stomping, scraping, hammering, drumming, thumping...

It's really a shame it couldn't have come much sooner and without having to go to these lengths to obtain said quiet.  I never should have been left feeling that I had to do things myself, because the cops weren't willing to enforce the noise ordinance LAW that is STATE LAW.

First the cops acted like apartment complexes are their own little kingdoms where the cops have zero jurisdiction.  But that was only with regards to what I was reporting, mainly about a "single mother" with five kids.

When I was carrying around the baseball bat for SELF-PROTECTION (and it was only reported TWO TIMES), they came in there all cowboy-blazing-saddle-to-save-the-day-and-stop-a-"terrorist" by taking her away to the hospital.

No, no Federal involvement, and if it WERE a "terrorist threat," then Homeland Security would have me shackled in chains and wearing a millstone around my neck.

So there you have it--playing favorites, discrimination, very Anti-American Human Rights Violations, and intimidation.  That's the Farmers Branch Police Department in a nutshell.

Recap of how FBPD has Harmed Me

I thought, given that some of you just happened to "wander in" on my blog and you have no idea what the snap is going on, I'd give you a brief-ish recap of what the Farmers Branch Police Department has or hasn't done, and how their actions (or inactions) inflicted harm.


Problem: Neighbors making noise

Number of Incidents Reported: Over 12

What Cops Did: No effective action taken
Harm Done: Still being harassed since July 2, 2013

Problem: Me carrying baseball bat for self-protection
Number of Incidents Reported: Only 2
What Cops Did: Hauled me in to hospital
Harm Done: Endangered lives of kitties and self, threatened loss of apartment, threatened loss of belongings, interrupted disability process, missed appointments that were important, not permitted to protect self from physical harm, not allowed to protect home from break-ins, labeled a "terrorist"--slander, denied Freedom of Speech, denied Second Amendment Rights, Unlawful seizure of firearm--another Right violated, discrimination--childless through abstinence (cops favor mother with five children instead) and mentally disabled, lied to, intimidated, bullied, fear, extreme stress, mental/emotional anguish, physical health deteriorating as result of "stress eating", sleep deprivation

Problem: Almost run over by truck
Number of Incidents Reported: Zero--cops won't do anything about it anyway
What Cops Did: None--didn't bother reporting it, since FBPD is as useless as adobe in a rainforest during rainy season
Harm Done: Threat to physical well-being has not been stopped, faith in FBPD demolished beyond repair, unsafe living conditions at complex

Problem: Fingerprints on window
Number of Incidents Reported: 1 to City Manager (was forwarded to Chief of Police and duly ignored by FBPD); 1 to FBPD after leaving hospital
What Cops Did: Ignored during the Chief of Police incident; was explained logically and reasonably on second incident
Harm Done: Can't trust the FBPD to do anything about it, criminal responsible could still be out there, fear, unsafe living environment at complex

And this is why I gripe so much about FBPD and Farmers Branch, TX.  Their "officers" are fond of telling me "what they do," but when it comes to "walking the walk," they're all lacking.  I need to see them take appropirate measures, not just talk.  And even if they go into "Mr. Fixit" mode, they've done NOTHING about the harm they've already inflicted upon me.

October 17, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper is very Noisy Today

Since I've been rather chill today, I can't give you a precise time of when the Upstairs Stomper started stomping, hammering, and scraping.  But I do know it's been all afternoon.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear someone was moving, though I don't know if it's in or out.  Either that, or the Upstairs Stomper is building a boat.  :-P

Actually, the scraping noises are probably coming from that dog's chain.  Yes, the Upstairs Stomper's dog is so big that he walks it on a chain that you'd use to lock a gate.  So it's likely the scraping noises are that chain's end dragging against stuff.  The "hammering sounds" could also be coming from it too.

Other than that, it's been nice to focus more on my arts and crafts.  And that includes my happy blog.  I have quite a few entries I can post today.

October 16, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Humor Time

Okay, so last night, the Upstairs Stomper was stomping, scraping, and being a general noisy nuisance again from 7 p.m. until 10 p.m.  But I was feeling so mellow yesterday evening (before taking my evening dose), that I decided to make jokes instead.

Now, I didn't shout at the top of my lungs.  So the noises that the Upstairs Stomper made didn't appear retaliatory in nature after I spoke.  But here's the general idea of what I said in this one-sided "conversation":

"Wow.  You must hate your kitchen.  What, is it like Bigfoot?  Do you have to beat it up every time you use it?"

"And gee, you really need to stomp your floor into submission.  It must suck to be you, having an uppity floor you have to beat down every day.  You sound like you've been swallowed by a whale, and you're trying to kill it from the inside.  I feel lucky by comparison.  I don't have to do battle with my apartmet every day just to live in it."

"Maybe you need some of the anti-angry pills that I take.  You've got issues."

"Yeah!  Show that floor who's boss!  And don't forget to stick a fork in it to make sure it's done!"

"Hey, do you have to kill dinner every night just in order to eat?  Why not go to the grocery store like other people?  That's what I do.  Easy preparation without having to throttle those opossums."

"You know, if you want to squish grapes to make wine, you need a vat, not the bathtub."

You should get the idea by now.

Like I said earlier, I hadn't taken my evening dose when all of this transpired last night.  But I'd had cups of peppermind, chamomile, and green teas.

It probably also helps that the hormones are back to normal.  I know my body better than cops like Mr. Pills.  And frankly, if he wants to be a better cop, he needs to talk to mental health professionals and learn something beyond "you need your dosages changed."  Never let a beat cop do "brain work".  It's like asking a mechanic to do brain surgery.

October 16, 2013 - Bo Stick Boy

At 8:15 a.m., I saw a youth heading for the school bus stop with his friend.  The youth was probably 10 to 12 years old.  In his hands, he twirled a Bo stick, a martial arts weapon.

Interesting how the FBPD wasn't on patrol and caught this.

And please tell me WHY a youth is PERMITTED to take a weapon to SCHOOL?!?  Why was I hauled away for a baseball bat, but they don't do anything about Junior and his martial arts weapon?  Junior was twirling it around in PUBLIC!  I wasn't allowed to CARRY a bat in public for my own self-protection!

Oh, that's right.  FBPD only targets the mentally-disabled childless women.  Women like me that felt threatened from a very REAL thing -- fingerprints on my bedroom window (All of the Fingerprints).

And you know darned good and well FBPD isn't going to take that Bo stick from that kid.  They seem to favor children and their criminal behavior.  Makes you wonder why taxpayers even fund a "Juvenile Division" for FBPD.

October 16, 2013 -- Rude Awakening from Banging Brood

At 4:18 a.m., the Banging Brood gave the shared wall a hard blow, one that shook it hard enough to wake me completely.  I'd just fallen asleep around 11 p.m., after the little monsters had quieted down.

It was just as I suspected.  The peace and quiet I'd been experiencing at night is ending again.  As is their "cycle," the Banging Brood calmed down for the most part, and now they're ramping up their harassment campaign again.

I made a note that at 7:45 a.m., I was dizzy from the lack of sleep.  Sleep deprivation is harmful to one's health, and I'm no exception.  But no one gives a hang.  Certainly not FBPD.  Given their piss-poor performance, it can be construed that FBPD wants me dead.  Bastards.

October 15, 2013 -- Gunner Family Party Time

At 8:41 p.m., the Yo Bro Pack that lives in the Gunner Family's apartment were hanging around outside and talking way too loud.  They were so loud with their voices and music that another resident came out and told them to pipe down.  They got belligerent with him, and with me too.  They went inside when I came out with my notebook though, to take notes for my blog.

I could see the unmistakable glow of something.  Could have been cigarettes.  But I'm not sure you're supposed to smoke inside the apartments.

Then from 9:06 to 9:20 p.m., the Yo Bro Pack were outside, and I could tell that they were holding something beverage-like.  Given their belligerence, I'd say they were well on their way to being plastered.

Now here's something of interest, especially to "law enforcement" or government types that deal with children.  The Gunner Family have a toddler.  And that youngster was crying and carrying on, because the wee one wasn't getting attention from "Daddy".  So the youngling's needs were being neglected.

And here's another nugget.

On September 15, 2013, around 2 p.m., I was sitting outside.  I saw Mr. and Ms. Gunner come home with their toddler.  Mr. Gunner held the youngster over the second story railing.  Now, had Mr. Gunner's grip given way, the toddler would have plunged headfirst into the holly bushes below.

Isn't that reckless child endangerment or something?

And where's CPS on this?  They're nowhere.  I told them that the children at London Square Apartments were in danger here, but they didn't listen.  How "nice" that the government want the little ones to die in an area turning ghetto.

October 15, 2013 -- Banging Brood Torments me Further

At 7:49 p.m., I'd just come home and I was trying to get warm.  It was cold, rainy, and I had neglected to bring a sweater for my outing yesterday. (I blame no one else for that, by the way.)

So at this time, the Banging Brood lobbed their ball three times.  Three loud bangs.

A minute later, there was a softer thump.

Then at 10:15 p.m., the Banging Brood literally drummed on the shared wall.  Again.

I finally located the note I'd written with regards to the video footage I'd recorded and tried showing to Mr. Pills one time.  It tells me just where the Banging Brood drummed on the wall.  So I'm going to find that segment and make a video with it.  Looping the noise over, and over, and over...  See just how long it takes an average person to get SICK of the racket.  And I'll post it to YouTube.

Then Mr. Pills, you'll have no way to excuse those little terrors any longer.

I owe FBPD a *Slight* Apology

But only a slight apology.  The issue is about the baseball bat.  I was moving some stuff around and found it, so the FBPD did *not* confiscate it as I'd thought (because when I got home from the hospital, the bat wasn't where I left it).

So my apologies for that.

However, FBPD was the one that said they had the bat and my gun when I asked for both items to be returned.  (Oh Really, FBPD?)  You guys might actually want to work on your internal communication better.

As for the gun, I voluntarily surrendered it when the cop I spoke with on the evening of September 27, 2013 said it was not being seized for evidence in any way.  So you see, I'm still not pleased with what can be reasonably seen as a bald-faced LIE on FBPD's end.

There's also the matter of the months of harm that have been done to me, both from neighbors and by FBPD's colossal blundering.

I'd still like to know how a gun with no ammo is considered a "terrorist threat"?  Without the money to buy a truckload of ammo, it's a very expensive paperweight.  Or a collectable.  But not a "terrorist threat".

My property should be released to me, and this horse-drabble about "terroristic threats" dropped.  You guys know how to contact me.  You were able to ring my cell phone to bits when your fashion models in uniform hauled me away September 30, 2013.  So you've proven you know how to contact me.

Your lack of acceptable, timely action on your part suggests that you INTEND to steal my gun from me.  Is it because it's the kind that FBPD uses and you want a "free gun" for a new hire?  You could at least have the DECENCY to offer me money for it if you want it so flipping bad.

I know common sense is a rarity among your police department, but maybe you should find someone with half a brain to communicate with me?

October 14, 2013 -- Yet Some more Nighttime Banging from Banging Brood

Last night wasn't quite as bad as it usually is, but what did happen was "shell shock" loud.

At 8:30 p.m., the Banging Brood made three loud bangs on the living room shared wall.  These bangs were forceful enough to shake it.

When this happened, I was crocheting and having another medicine-induced coughing fit.  These little demon-possessed "children" are flat out evil incarnate. They are determined to add to my misery while I'm already suffering enough with my own body.

Then at 9:09 p.m., the Banging Brood made another three bumps against the shared living room wall.

Notice how they always make these noises in a nearby area where *I* am located?  And this isn't retaliatory?  It's not done for revenge?  It's just "innocent play"?  Not when it harms me.  And it harms me.  It's INTENTIONAL and MEANT to inflict damage.  Just because they're not punching me doesn't mean they're not traumatizing me.

And do you know how they can find me?  They can hear me moving around in my apartment.  The coughing fits, the allergy problems, packing boxes, even sitting down causes noise, and they systematically pursue and harass.  That's why I feel like a "caged animal" in my own HOME.  They just keep poking, prodding, jeering, and downright bothering me.

Cautious Optimism, Maybe or Maybe Not

I've noticed that the Pantry Punishers haven't been cruel to their kitchen area the past couple of days.  Maybe it's happening when I'm running errands?

Today, the Upstairs Stomper seemed more quiet too.

But unfortunately for me, the Banging Brood are still noisy little terrors.  They still beat and bang after curfew, when I'm attempting sleep.  And they're still giving the shared wall a horrific beating.  And that proves that the officer that spoke to me September 27, 2013 was full of their lies.  He claimed that the Banging Brood doesn't pound on the shared wall "out of respect for you".  And I told him to his face they're liars.  They still do it, as was demonstrated just today.

I would love to be sympathetic to their plight on a rainy day.  But I'm not.  Do you know why?  I was able to do QUIET THINGS on rainy days when I was their age.  I didn't dare disturb my father while he slept, or my backside would get blistered with a belt.  I learned real quick that noise equaled lots of pain on my posterior.

And given the fact that their noises are deliberate acts of revenge should bring the law down on their mother's head.  But the cops don't care unless *I* do something.

Not to worry though.  I'm spreading the word to other parts of the country that maybe the locals in those areas avoid Farmers Branch, TX for their own good.  Yes indeed, Farmers Branch--your tourist dollars--in another city's wallet.

October 14, 2013 -- Adult Supervision?

At 5 p.m., I was walking around on the London Square Apartments grounds.  There were several small children being left to run around without an adult nearby.  One of them, I believe, belonged to the Banging Brood household.

October 14, 2013 -- A Rainy Banging Brood Day

The little demons next door started their crap again at 7:32 a.m. with one bang.

The last bang I heard from them for the morning hours was at 9:32 a.m.

Then at 3:49 p.m., they kicked it off again with three loud bangs against the shared wall.  All three shook said wall.  Then there was a pause, and another loud bang.  Oh, and Mr. Pills?  I spoke with more mental health professionals, experts in their field, and they concur, that there's no way I'm just "hearing things" when I'm also being bombarded by vibrations.

Then from 4:29 - 4:36 p.m., the Banging Brood made a lot of bumps, bangs, thumps, and wall-shaking.

These are not "accidental noises".  These are not "normal apartment living".  They're intended to disturb, antagonize, and harm me.

Where are MY GOD-GIVEN RIGHTS?!?

For the record of these Neanderthals in uniform, I was RAISED a SOUTHERN BAPTIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edit: I neglected to mention that the eldest sibling was with her "squeeze boy" on the breezeway.

October 13, 2013 -- More After-Curfew Harassment from Banging Brood

Okay, first of all, the curfew at London Square Apartments begins at 10 p.m.  There's no "wiggle room" for weekends, holidays, or anything.  It's 10 p.m.  Period.

So at 10:21 p.m., the Banging Brood started it off with two bumps.

Then at 10:45, there was a loud bang on the shared wall that made it shake.

At 10:47 p.m., there was a single thump

Then at 11:00 and 11:01 p.m., there was a thump per minute, and this was done with the dratted tennis ball.

At 11:02 p.m., the Banging Brood made two loud bangs.

The last bang that they made was at 11:07 p.m.

You know what I was trying to do at 10 p.m.?  Go to sleep.  This is yet more of their sleep deprivation attempts.  It's downright criminal what the cops let them get away with, because "they're just CHILDREN"!  Well too bad.  The mother and eldest sibling are responsible for the shenanigans of the little ones.

October 13, 2013 -- Theft of Silence by Banging Brood

Yes, I value peace and quiet.  And I don't appreciate it being interrupted.  But it happened yet again.  Numerous times.  So here we go with the time list yet again.

At 11:00 a.m., I heard a bump, a pause, and then a bump-bump (two bumps in rapid succession) from the Banging Brood.  Now, these didn't occur on the shared wall, but I could still hear them.

Then at 11:03 a.m., the "little dears" next door made a loud bang and another bump.

At 11:06 a.m., They made a loud thump, waited a moment, and thumped again.

I heard another softer bump from them at 11:17 a.m.

Then at 11:56 a.m., they decided to show a little more gusto, with two loud bangs in rapid succession.  They waited maybe 30 seconds and made a soft bump.

At 11:58 a.m., 12:17 p.m., and 12:18 p.m., there were a total of four more soft bumps.

Before I left, they made one last thump at 12:39 p.m.

Sorry, but this is still too much noise.

And Mr. Buzz Cut, I understand you "lived in an apartment" too.  Well here's the thing.  I was living in a two bedroom with my former roommate from 2007 until October 2012.  The current apartment I'm in was the one he, the girlfriend he "adopted" and I moved into.

As to it being "normal" to hear noises in apartments, the former apartment didn't have this much racket.  I remember July 2012, there was a week of stomp-a-ramma from the upstairs neighbors, and it stopped when their visitors were done visiting.  Other than that, there was the rare loud music from one of the neighbors, and the other neighbor yelling at his child for how long said toddler was taking using the potty.

That, SIR, is my gauge of "normal apartment noises".

The crap I've endured since July 2, 2013 has been MUCH WORSE than that.  Note that I don't mention much about noises prior to that date.  Know why?  Right around that time was when another family (neighbors) had to move because they had too many people living in a one bedroom.  And those old neighbors had an older man living with them that prowled around the building, both front and back, pacing back and forth all day long.  It felt like a vulture was circling.  And the family in that apartment were also beating the crap out of their pantry, long and hard.

Those former neighbors started their crap about the time my former roommate left to go back to Vermont.  And you wonder WHY I want to protect myself?  Shouldn't it be obvious by now?  Fingerprints on my window aren't enough of a reasonable threat to my person?

October 13, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper at it Again

At 9:04 a.m., I heard a stomp, stomp, a ten second pause, and a thump in the Upstairs Stomper's apartment.

Then at 9:18 a.m., the Upstairs Stomper made one really loud bang and three stomps.

From 9:38 to 9:39 a.m., there was much stomping and banging going on overhead.  I'm seriously wondering what kind of heavy-soled footwear they wear when they're inside?  I can picture walking around in socks when indoors, but why does it sound like the military running drills overhead?

Sigh.  If I go any crazier, I'll be shouting, "Left, left, left, right, left" one of these days.

And for the record, I have zero military background.  I was too much of a pudge anyway.  Too soft.

October 12, 2013 -- The Quiet Interrupted by Banging Brood Again

It was quiet when I got home in the evening.  But it didn't last.

At 10:03 p.m., the Banging Brood made a few bumps.

I heard another two loud bangs from their apartment at 11:14 p.m.  And this was over an hour past the 10 p.m. curfew.

I attempt sleep around this time.  Sleep deprivation.  That's all there is to it.

Let's just See.

Just a few minutes ago (this is on October 12, 2013 at about 6:10 p.m.) I took the first step and contacted a civil liberties attorney.  With any luck, she'll want more information and we can get the "ball rolling" with regards to this intimidation game the FBPD wants to play with me.

Why a civil liberties attorney?  Let's see...  When they took me in Monday morning, on September 31, 2013, they effectively kept me from blogging.  And blogging is protected under the First Amendment.  They confiscated my baseball bat, even though they were taking me to the hospital, not to jail.  Unlawful seizure and a violation of the Second Amendment.  They discriminate against childless women that are so due to celibacy and they discriminate against the mentally disabled.  They allow harassment and place my mental, emotional, and even physical health at stake.  FBPD has also harmed me in other ways: I missed an appointment with the Adapt Mobile Unit to help with my mental health on an outpatient basis, AND I missed an appointment with the Disability Action Center (to try and get on disability, based on my mental health).  They put the lives of my kitties on the line for their precious headlines and caused me undue stress for fear of my cats dying of dehydration and the potential loss of my home.  I was also shipped away to another hospital outside of "familiar surroundings".

But on the plus side, there's the testimony of numerous councelors, doctors, and other mental health professionals that interacted with me.  Then there's the unbiased videos of me being a good girl and not causing trouble for anyone.  There are also the friends I've known for many years, one of which has Department of Homeland Security clearance.

So let's just see what happens.

Evidence of Farmers Branch, TX History of Discrimination

It really should come as no surprise that Farmers Branch, TX has a history of discrimination.  The city also has a history of violating the Constitution of the United States of America.  But don't take my word for it, here's some links to learn more:

https://www.aclu.org/immigrants-rights/court-strikes-down-discriminatory-anti-immigrant-housing-ordinance-texas

http://www.burntorangereport.com/diary/13997/taxpayerfunded-bigotry-farmers-branch-antiimmigrant-ordinance-appealed-to-scotus

http://immigrationimpact.com/2012/03/22/court-upholds-ban-on-restrictive-immigration-law-in-farmers-branch-texas/

I think you get the idea.  This reveals a mentality in Farmers Branch, TX that infringes basic human rights.  And here's the scary part.  They don't really give a hang if you're an immigrant or someone born in Texas.

Yeah, I was born in Texas.  My parents were born in Texas.  So were my grandparents.

The cops really need to get over their blasted delusions of grandeur.  I mean, really.  Aside from my ongoing problems with the neighbors making too much noise (that deprives me of sleep and impacts my physical, mental, and emotional health), I'm someone that leads a pretty boring life.  I don't even go out and get drunk, for goodness sake.

And Mr. Pills, if you want to argue about my actions two weeks ago, here's something you didn't want to hear: I was scared.  The fingerprints on my window were a THREAT to my well-being.  The ongoing HARASSMENT was also wearing on me.  I was under a lot of STRESS.  And lastly, I was on the RAG (since you're not likely to understand a "cleaner" term like "cycle").  If you were a REAL MAN and POLICE OFFICER, you'd take care of what's in my ENVIRONMENT, instead of taking me out of it.  And the officers who hauled me in should have handled things much better than they did.  They're totally made of FAIL, just like the majority of FBPD.

The Farmers Branch Police may be angling for a great "saved the day" story, but it's turning into a media nightmare for them, and the city itself.  But as you read in the links, that's nothing new for Farmers Branch, TX, as it continues to spiral into the ghetto.

October 12, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Banging Around

At 12:19 p.m. and 12:21 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper was stomping around, sometimes loudly.  It didn't sound like a dog.  It sounded more like human feet.  I could tell that the sounds were upstairs, because the vibrations were coming straight down.

October 12, 2013 -- Banging Brood just don't "Get It"

I've recorded a lot of times for their banging, so bear with me here.

At 7:58 a.m., 8:15 a.m., 8:23 a.m., and 9:05 a.m., the Banging Brood made one thump at each time interval.  Had that been all there was today, I would have probably not even feel inclined to post about it.  But, the truth is, they ramped it up as the day wore on.

At 10:25, they made a scattering of bangs and thumps.

Then at 10:37 a.m., I heard them make three or four lighter bumps.

At 10:42 a.m., the Banging Brood made another couple of bumps, and it sounded like the tennis ball, for sure.  I know tennis balls, because once upon a time many years ago, I played tennis.  I know that hollow, rubbery sound anywhere.

There was a different sound coming from the Banging Brood's apartment at 11:25 a.m.  I heard a male voice in there.  I couldn't make out what was said, but he didn't sound very happy.  But what's interesting to make this noteworthy, the "Mommy" over there is supposed to be "taking care of five kids all by her lonesome, boo hoo hoo hoo, sympathize with me."  So what's up with the increase in male population over there over the past month or so?  Is this the real reason she doesn't seem to be "working at night" like she claimed she was doing when she lied about the truce?

I knew she was lying.  Her body language and eyes said it all.

At 12:16 p.m., the Banging Brood made four or five more thumps.

Then at 12:36, there were two more bangs from the Banging Brood's apartment.  At 12:37, the banging turned into a bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity drumming sound.  Again, they're engaged in harassment.  And I can tell you that at the time of this occurrence, I was busy packing to visit a friend of mine.

Again, at 12:41 p.m., the Banging Brood engage in more heavy thumps.  Heavy enough to feel vibrations.

Oh, and Mr. Pills, let me clue you into something.  I called the hospital where I stayed, and the mental health professional told me that there's no freaking way I'm "hearing things," since I'm also feeling vibrations.

Also, while I was away, my dear friend took care of the kitties that you BASTARDS almost MURDERED by hauling me away.  She heard the banging noises too.

Fix it the RIGHT WAY and PUNISH THE NOISEMAKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

October 12, 2013 -- Thinking Back on this "Terroristic Threat" Crap Spouted by the FBPD THUGS!

Okay, this might be what the cops are "investigating".

A few weeks ago, neighbors no doubt heard a loud "bang," like an "explosion" in my apartment.  They would definitely hear me scream "Oh my God!" at the top of my lungs.

I screamed because the baking dish I owned exploded into fragments of glass in the oven.  Here's a picture of the glass dish at this link:

http://www.amazon.com/Kitchen-Supply-Square-Glass-Baking/dp/B002JPJ07S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381609207&sr=8-1&keywords=pyrex+square+pan

Yes, everyone, my pork chop casserole was transformed from dinner to kitchen disaster.  And I didn't want my glass dish to break like that.  It was always the perfect size for a batch of diabetic-safe brownies.

But here's the thing.  The cops never came by to ask what that was all about.

So you see, Farmers Branch Police want to be "gung-ho cowboys riding to save the day," but their "terrorist threat" was a glass pan breaking.

And tell me something, FBPD.  How the BLAZES do I, the damn near penniless unemployed, manage to "terrorize" with a baseball bat and a gun that has no ammo?  That's your "evidence," you morons.  Is that bat a "weapon of mass ball thwacking"?  Scared I'll go over to the nearby college's batting cage and bat a few?

Now to address the "Well if you're unemployed and broke, how do you pay the rent?"  I'll tell you how.  I have the rather depressing task of selling off my personal belongings--the remains of happier days.  And let me tell you this, if I had $50 just lying around, I'd spend it on my diabetes testing strips.  If I wanted to spend it frivolously, the only things I would want "blowing up" would be some kind of console or PC shooter game that I'm lousy with anyway.  Do either of those examples sound like a "terrorist" to you moron fashion models in uniform?

And if you tweedle-brains are all a-lather over a term like "make this video go viral," you should know that what's MEANT is that the video has become POPULAR.  "Going viral" has no relation to destroying computers.  And also for your information, just because I have a Master's in Computer Science doesn't make me some flipping hacker.  My skills are too old, and the technology has outstripped my knowledge base.  I'm a tinkerer, a dabbler, at best.

I'd rather make jewelry out of paper and glue.  And I can damn well PROVE THAT.

Now a friend of mine, she has security clearance from The Department of Homeland Security.  And she tells me that FBPD is just being a bunch of "assholes".  All of this flap is just an excuse to keep my means of self-defense.

The cops should have just said, "You just got out of the hospital, and we think you could still use a little more 'calm down time,' so we're hanging onto these and stepping up patrols in the area.  With any luck, we'll catch the perp trying to break into your apartment.  Then you'll not have to live in fear quite as much."

That would have been the SMART thing to say and do.

But nooooo....  Now I have to be scared and wonder if a passing patrol is going to arrest me for standing at a bus stop!  Do you know what it's like to not be able to do your normal, daily routine while living in fear of the LOCAL GOVERNMENT THUGS?

Edit: A mental health professional I spoke with today, well, more like two of them--they think the cops are full of crap with this whole "terroristic threat" thing.  I mean, can you imagine the Feds getting involved over a freaking BASEBALL BAT?  I'm sure they'd love to laugh at Farmers Branch Police over that one, you know?  As the psychiatrist put it, "Can't take down a skyscraper with a baseball bat".

And in case you're reading this edit, Mr. Pills, here's a link to my PROOF about making jewelry with paper and glue: Crazy Woman Hobbies.  This is what I like doing when I'm not distracted by constantly griping about the piss-poor job your "Keystone Cops" disaster and the brat pack do.

Oh, and Mr. Pills?  The psychiatrist believes I'm doing much better on the current dosage that the hospital gave me.  He said I was much calmer.  So how about stuffing your paranoia?  Administrative leave without pay while in a psychiatric hospital would probably do you a world of good.  You sure can't be a REAL COP if you're terrified of a limp-dishrag of a woman filing her nails down to a uniform length.  Oh, and both professionals believe that as long as I keep getting enough sleep, I should be fine.

So how about going over to that "family" you seem to be soooo enamored with and telling them to knock off the crap?  Give them some QUIET alternatives to play time that doesn't involve the FREAKING COTTON-PICKING WALL?!?

October 11, 2013 -- Part of the Mystery Solved

At around 8:30 p.m. last night, I believe I heard a large dog upstairs (where the Upstairs Stomper lives).  I heard some soft barks and some running consistent with a four-legged mammal.

Now it's true that London Square Apartments has a rule that says you can't have a pet larger than 30 lbs.  The cops would be correct that having a dog larger than that weight limit would fall under the apartment manager's authority.  But not all of the sounds can be explained by "act of dog" up there.  And believe me, I've seen some dogs at the complex that a toddler would try riding like a pony.

October 11, 2013 -- Loitering Again

At 2:20 to 2:22 a.m., I heard voices outside.  I saw two people loitering, an African American male and I think a female, nationality unknown.  They were loitering near the coke machine, on the stairs.

I had my camera with me and attempted to take pictures of the camera-shy loiterers.  But given that I was shaky and it was dark, the pictures are worthless.  I wanted the pictures merely to prove that there is loitering going on at night, which proves the FBPD wrong about how "peaceful" it is at London Square Apartments.

How did I know they were there?  I was in the living room, sitting on the floor, having a cup of ginger tea for my stomach.  I didn't want to disturb the cats.  As I was minding my own business quietly, I heard the couple cutting up outside. So I tried taking pictures, and the pair took off like they might have something to hide.

You know what?

I'm sure that the foreign nationals looking at my blog right now are using all of this as an example of how America's "legal" and "law enforcement" systems are corrupt beyond belief.

Imagine how much could already have been written about the contents of this blog.

Imagine how much could well be shared.

Imagine just how much could be going into research papers and theses in their schools.

And if the truth being shared is a "terroristic threat," then the whole FBPD, the neighbors, and the freaking City Manager needs to all go on pills.

If you want to engage in public outcry, maybe contacting the Governor's Office (Texas) is also in order here.  The Governor's Office has a nice little public web form you can fill out here: http://governor.state.tx.us/contact/

The government shouldn't be allowed to railroad a person like they're doing to me.  I'm the victim here, and they want to bend me over and "rape" me to boot.  It's flat out wrong.

October 11, 2013 - How to Contact FBPD and City Hall

If you're getting fed up with the injustice being perpetrated by the Farmers Branch Police Department and City Hall, you can contact them this way:

Farmers Branch Police Department
3723 Valley View Lane
Farmers Branch, TX 75244
(972) 484-3620

Gary D. Greer, City Manager
gary.greer@farmersbranchtx.gov

Call, write, or email ONLY!  Ask them why they are deliberately trying to screw me over.  Ask them why they won't do their jobs.  Ask them why they're even worthy of taxpayer funds, since they don't uphold the law for everyone equally.  Ask them why they're allowing the city of Farmers Branch to sink into ghetto-hood.

Just ask them questions.  Lots of questions.  Protesting is fine, but that's as far as it should go.

Edit: I sent my own email to Gary Greer just now.  But to play it safe, I sent copies to trusted souls so he can't claim a bunch of bull.

Oh heck, I'll make it public.  Here it is:

"Subject: Think you can have it your way?

First of all, I'm sending copies of this email to trusted people, so you nor the Farmers Branch Police Department can claim horse-crap like "terroristic threats".

I've posted the contact info to you and FBPD on my blog.  I will be seeking an attorney.  I will NOT stand for being "investigated based on making terroristic threats," when that's a load of CRAP.

And for the record, I told people to ask questions and protest ONLY.

I've contacted the office of the Governor of Texas.

You won't get away with discriminating against a childless woman that abstains from sex, nor will you discriminate based on a mental disability.  You will not deny me the right to speak, the right to defend myself, or any other FEDERALLY-GUARANTEED RIGHT!

I will make videos showing the noises that my tormentors have made for MONTHS and put them up on YouTube.  I will make videos telling the world of my plight.  I'm determined that the Internet be filled with angry persons all wanting to ask you and the FBPD "WHY"!

These are not "threats," but promises I fully well intend to keep.  I will not stand for the FBPD's one-sided enforcement of laws.

And also for the record, I put up ALL OF THE FINGERPRINTS and made them PUBLICALLY ACCESSIBLE!  Now Google has them for the whole world to see.

For the record, I used to live with a roommate.  And none of the HARASSMENT happened while he was there.  What did he mean to me?  I was like a mother hen with a child I must protect.  That's what he meant to me.

The harassment began on July 2nd, 2013, and it continues TO THIS DAY.  And even though I followed doctor's orders and called the cops when the neighbors started up again, the cops STILL refused to do anything.  They believe a documented LIAR (the lady in *** said she didn't have FIVE KIDS with her on her application) because she has kids.

But it's all on my blog now.  All that dirty laundry is out in the public eye, ready to become a widespread nightmare of inquiry for you and the police.

Best not arrest me on trumped-up charges, or the media frenzy will tank the City of Farmers Branch.  People hate it when they hear someone's rights are being infringed."

Enjoy, Mr. Greer.  Enjoy, FBPD.  Enjoy, Governor Perry.

This little Texan doesn't like being stepped on.

Edit #2: Mr. Greer has sent no response, and the FBPD hasn't bothered contacting me regarding my rightful property.  So it would seem they don't want to take it seriously, my finding an attorney and suing them.

Like I said, all it takes is time.  It also takes determination and a dash of stubbornness.  But mostly, it takes an angry public telling them off.

I've already been seeing more hits on this blog than I've ever seen.  So word IS spreading.