Update on my vandalized mailbox!

1. I got my mailbox repaired, last week. I thought, I would have to buy a new one. I paid a handyman $20 to fix it, including, all of the parts.

2. I did some investigating and found where the little creep, lived. You know, your neighbors will tell on you, sometimes. They told me and pointed where he lived.

3. Me and the police went to his house the next day, but, he wasn't there. So, the officer gave a number to the kids, that was there and told them to give it to their mother. She called him back and we made an arrangement to meet.

4. We met, today and I identified the little boy. I said, yup, it's you! Of course, he denied it and the mom....well, you know, she ain't gone help him get in trouble. The whole time, the little boy couldn't look me in my mean, staring eyes. He kept looking to the left and right. That's how you know when somebody is lying or if they give a stare into your eyes, real crazy, trying to act like they are not lying.

He ended up lying on another little boy in the neighborhood and told us where he lived. We went to that boys house and no! It wasn't him...talking about, they look just alike. No they don't!

In the end, I knew it was him and told him to stay away from my house. How do I know? Well. my mailbox ain't been messed with in a week and he said something, that confirmed my theory.

Here's my theory on what, I think, happened. One day, a little boy was walking up the the street. Shay Shay (my dog) was in the back yard, barking at him. I came to the window and saw the little boy, as he walked by. He looked in the grass and picked up a small twig or branch. He looked at her, like, he was going to throw it at her. I told him, not to throw anything at my dog. I can tell he got mad and ever since then, my mailbox got vandalized, little by little.

This is has been going on, all of 2014 and I want to say, a little in 2013. It dawned on me, last week, and it  hit me real hard, like, I bet you that's the same boy. Sure enough, today, he says to me, "You're that lady that stays up the street with that white dog, on the corner?" I said, "Yup! That's me." He explained how he remembered me, but, he said, he was trying to play fetch with my dog and I told him to leave her alone. I said, I remember that, but, you were not playing fetch. You were going to hit her with a rock. He said, not a rock; it was a small stick.

I was, like, I KNEW IT! He just told on himself. lol Anyway, I'm over it and he knows, I mean business. Don't think, I will have anymore problems, but, time will tell.

Oh, the officer told him to leave my property alone and don't be out here in these streets, messing with people's property. You will get hurt.

I didn't go to work!

I was, so tired. It's a good thing, I didn't go. I needed that rest. I got some things, accomplished, too. One of them being, getting my mailbox repaired.

I'm about to go to bed, so that I can have a good night's rest:)

Stop FUCKING with my MAILBOX!

As a homeowner, you take pride in your home. Your home is the, one place, you find peace and tranquility. It's that place, where, you know when you are there, you are safe.

I have been a home owner, since, I was 27 years old. I don't bring trouble to my home, but, if somebody brings trouble to my QUEENDOM, they will, definitely, get dealt with.

Somebody, has been vandalizing my mailbox, for about a year. First, they started off with opening my mailbox. (My mailbox is on the street, not on my house) Then, they graduated to snatching the little red flag, off. Eventually, they graduated to snatching the whole mailbox, off, to the ground. Sometimes, my mail will be all over my grass. I'm thinking, who, what, when, and why?

It's quite annoying, to come home and see my mailbox, looking, like the Headless Horseman. Only, the stud will be standing.

Saturday morning, I set out to catch the peasant fool! And, you know what? I caught him! I chased his ass down, just the Headless Horseman did in the movie! You should have seen the fear in his eyes, and his partners eyes, that was with him, when they saw this big titty wild woman, with only her pajamas on, bust out her house, screaming and cussing.

The little short one of the bunch, just, walked up to my mailbox and slam dunked it with an open hand, just like Micheal Jordan. Like, he had a problem with the mailbox. I've never seen this little peasant boy, before, whose in between, 11 to 13 years old. Maybe, he's angry at me for some reason. I don't know, but, he was running for his life, in the end!

They took off running and I got my keys, put the pooch in car and starting chasing their asses, down the street. Mind you, I stay on a boulevard. My street has a long stretch of road and it takes a long time to get, to any location, other than a house. So, I knew, I would catch up to them really quick.

I was on them, so tough, to the point, that, they didn't even see me riding along the side of them. They were out of breath and ran out of gas, because, of the long stretch of road.

I got the cops on the phone, at the same time. They were asking me for my location and for me to calm down, because, I was on, 10! Hyped, like a MOFO! I ended up giving them the wrong address, because, I was so heated, I misread the nearest address numbers. In the end, police met me at home and I filed a report, there.

Finally, they made a left turn onto a small trail, that led to the park. When they made the left, I made the left! Drove up on they asses and they didn't know it. They must of felt my presence, because, the little peasant boy and another boy, turned around at the same time and saw me come down on they asses! You should have seen the looks on their faces. When I tell you, that their eyes was so big! It's like, they saw a ghost! They were petrified! LMAO

They heard my fussing out of my window. I told the little peasant boy, I called the police on him. He said, who me or him? He had the nerve to point at his partner. lol I said, YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU! They started running, again, but, their run was really a slow trot. They had no more energy.

Finally, I stop chasing them, because, there was a little wooden bridge, that, I knew my car couldn't fit nor was it equipped for a car to drive over it. So, they trotted over that bridge and I let them go. Mind you, I could have met them on the other side, but, I thought it would be, best, to leave them alone. They had enough fear, for the last 10 to 15 minutes.

When the cop met me at my house, he couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing. I was like a hyped, mad, crazed woman. That's another reason, why, I didn't continue to chase them. I was, way, to angry and I didn't want to do anything, that, I would regret.

That little peasant boy, thinks, he got away, though. He doesn't know, I know where he lives. With some investigating, I found out where he lives. You know, as women, we can find and track down any MOFO, we want!

And, the saga continues...I'll keep you posted.