Resurrecting Uncategorized Private posts ending in Divorced Nutter. 2250105-2231 PST.
At 4:22pm, I opened the garage door. When I put on my shoes I heard the divorced nutter open he trunk to a black, Mercedes SUV. Of course I was motioning to the Chinese across from her.
At around 9:00am, we backed out our Mazda Protoge. The nutter was watering her lawn, which is mostly WEEDS, such as dandelions and crab grass.
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While doing yard work in the morning, I heard an old vehicle starting up its engine. The time was around 10:00am. I also heard the sound of the alarm clicking open. The second husband was en route southbound on MY long stretch of road.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his long boat of a Buick station wagon of gray stopped on MY drive. I continued sweeping up the gutter of loose leaves and debris while slowly turning left so as to keep my back towards him.
I assume his divorced nutter has been following him to work for the past few days. I kept my back to them as I heard their cars muffle away. And then I raised feet as if to exercise my leg by showing the bottom of my feet.
At around 10:00am, the divorced nutter had opened her garage door, just as I was trying to back out my car from the left side of the driveway. Maw was waiting just outside the passenger door and screamed: “Hurry up!” She giggled the door latch and stuffed herself into my car and drove off to mail Paw’s letter and buy food from Goldilocks. When we came back, all the cars were nowhere to be found.
At 2:00pm, Paw finished washing and drying his car. It was my turn to wash my car. So I went to get my car, which was parked across our house. Even before I started the car, I saw a white San Jose compliance vehicle the size and shape of a SJPD patrol car. In my mind, the divorced nutter wasted our taxpayer money by calling the city on my car.
I told Paw that I didn’t want to vacuum my car before washing my car because the divorced nutter had her garage door opened again and she pretended to water the little plot of garden just behind the garden hose area. She had her back turned to me while I quickly vacuumed to driver’s side (front and back).
I was hiding behind my door the while and squatting, too. As soon as I finished, I motioned to Paw that I was ready to vacuum the passenger side of my car. So I hid behind the door and kept peeping over the driver’s window and caught get facing towards my general direction.
Paw said that she wasn’t watering the two rose trees and one avocado plant in the middle. He stared her down and she was the first to blink behind her dark transitional shades and turned away. When I finished vacuuming, I saw she was gone and that her garage has been closed.
I managed to finish washing and sure drying my car.
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At 20:12pm, I saw the divorced nutter get out of the maroon Dodge cara-van, which she used to stalk me with en route to Hedding Street long ago. I think the 2nd husband dropped her off in front of our driveway; so that she could back out her white Honda CRV from INSIDE the garage. The maroon car is now parked inside the garage. Sneaky.
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At 6:20pm, Paw had finished defrosting and wiping down the freezer in the garage. I heard the divorced nutter “softly” slamming the side door to the shared fence and then opened up the side door to her garage.
Of course I mumbled under my breath, “Fuck you, possessed nutter.” You see her blue-eyed, Honduran mother-in-law, doesn’t believe in the worship of “Mary”. And she may have concocted something edible to drive her “malo” daughter-in-law insane.
Of course, “Santa Muerte” and pals planted the divorced nutter, her illegal ALIEN, second husband to live next door to us and devalue our neighborhood with their cooties.
After several failed attempts at reporting demonic activities (read my old posts) by the possessed Visayan to the SJPD, these people managed to live in MY hood while nicer ones are homeless.
Do you see the Satanic injustice in America, where FOREIGNERS, CRIMINALS and the INSANE are given preferential treatment over normal, law-abiding, tax-paying, hard-working American citizens?
That is why undocumented FOREIGNERS must be screened for physical, mental and criminal cooties, not unless this is a subtle “depopulation agenda”.
The divorced nutter was already PHYSICALLY combative with her classmates in college. She then accused women, and little girls, of having an affair with her one-eyed second husband.
That is why you must watch out for people who are verbally loud in public and get into fights with perfect strangers. They have medical problems that even pills or holy water won’t tame.
So it is the same, live and die or get killed anyway.
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At 8:40am, the divorced nutter was heard rolling her recycling cart along the driveway. I was undressing upstairs in my bedroom. As usual, the nutter times her presence around our arrival and departure. It is no wonder there is no justice in America: insane criminals live along side with normal people.
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At 4:40pm, Maw had finished pulling around eight white hair from my head. We heard the nutball working in her backyard and was obviously listening to our conversation about the boy not visiting and how each person has a life with new family and friends.
At 6:35pm, the divorced nutter reparked her car by making a U-turn in front if our house and behind a renter’s Silverado long bed truck. She keeps going behind her white Honda CRV car.
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As I was backing out my car from the right side of out driveway, I saw how a black crow was limping on its right foot. It had a swollen left foot and was drinking water from the gutter. Its friend perched on our chain link fence and looked at me then its friend.
Then at 8:45am, the divorced nutter opened her electric garage door and stood just on the outside, looking at me while smoothing her hair with both hands. I quickly lowered my sun visit to the left and reparked my car.
“I hope she looses her house.” ~Maw.
I hope she gets shipped back to the Philippines. You see, she married her first husband Billy, who was an American citizen. She was on a tourist VISA and one of the other two sisters regretted sponsoring the nutter
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At 2:50pm, I heard the divorced nutter slam her side gate too our shared fence. I was harvesting some ripe “kum quat”, which is towards the middle of the backyard but closer to the shared fence with the Chinese behind us.
At 10:40am, the divorced nutter timed her departure.exactly the same time as we were backing out of our garage. She stopped halfway her driveway, glared in our direction as we backed out of our driveway.
As I approached MY railway intersection to make a left turn, I can see out of our rearview mirror her pause at MY drive and turned right, going eastbound on MY long stretch of road.
We believe she is in search of her beloved second husband, the illegal ALIEN. He has left her four times in the past and is probably taking an R&R or AWOL from the craziness. Call it karma.
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At 11:32am and after five minutes, she stopped talking to Andy the Chinese guy, after her illegal ALIEN drove off from his gray Buick station wagon. A dark gray sedan drove by with both windows rolled down. Andy continues to work on his front yard. Can’t TPTB, SJPD and pals throw these people out of our neighborhood?
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At 6:36am, I heard the sound of the recycling bin (gray with blue lid) being dragged up the driveway. The divorced nutter is the only one making such sounds in the morning. Can Zeus send Thor to cause a lightening bolt to zap this demonically-possessed entity to Hell? She needs to be locked up! Pronto!
Addendum: She intentionally leaves the larger recyling bin just outside of the gate to our shared fence instead of bringing it in all the way to the backyard.
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After driving the boy back to work, I saw the divorced nutter’s Honda CRV drive up. That was 12:05pm. I had to drive around, thinking she would close the garage.
At 12:09pm, I parked me car in the driveway and hurriedly got my purse and trash from behind my driver’s seat. No sooner than I got to the garden hose did the sound of beeping sounds come from a vehicle. I used my left but lowered middle finger to flick her off and clicked my alarm twice to the sounds of the horn.
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