The rest of the story.....Let's jump ahead three months.  I'm having a pretty nite at home, don't really go out much there is that looming fear factor in my life.  Needless to say I'm sitting at home in what is supposed to be my "safe and secure" castle (I now know I should have dug the tiger traps) with a few friends playing a RPG game, when one of my "friends" arrives with a dish to pass, from a local diner, nachos how nice.  He sets them on the table and says dig in, I actually brought food this time!  Within moments all hell broke loose.  Thank God I had just gotten my five year old down for the night, Nachos are her favorite.  The chips had been doctored.  Soaked with "Dave's Insanity Sauce".  For those like me who don't know and figure it just means a really hot sauce moment...let me educate you as the hot sauce guy did me.  (he owns the local hot sauce shop in town)  Dave's sauce is for quantity cooking.  1 drop to....I'm not sure to how many gallons of say chili.  This sauce will actually strip paint and varnish, remove barnicles from the bottom of your boat and take grease and oil stains off your driveway!  You have to be over 18 to purchase, sigh a waiver and listen to a list of safety hazards when you purchase.  If you have heart problems, respitory (sp is wrong but I'm not caring right now) problems or are a small child it could kill you .  (right on the label)  If my daughter had eaten these it would have been a 911 call, and we may have lost her (resp and size issues), not to mention my partner was in the middle of a severe bronc. problem almost ended up in the hospital and one of the other women at the house has a heart murmur.  Me, my tongue swelled and the brand new contact I just got that day.  We're ruined one completely melted the other split and semi melted.   Yes I was lucky daughter, and I only lost the contacts and not my vision.  (it tells you on the label NO EYE CONTACT...where gloves while handling).  Come to find out it was a setup and not an accident.  The girl who attacked me worked there, in the kitchen, as......wait for it....a cook.  See where this is going now?  With a little research, interrogating of staff, we find a witness to the entire thing.  She knew the guy, knew where he was going and was pissed.  She was mad because.....we would dare to order food from where she worked.  She new where the guy was going with the chips and assumed we ordered them.  She raised hell around the kitchen and then intentionally doctored the chips.  Yes....I filed a police report.  Of course......you got it....it was just kids playing a practical joke, nothing serious and.......no charges.  More research, more phone calls and finally...she was charged with the original assault and it is now going to court.  I now have my full no contact order and will know more on January 3.

Remember when we were kids and it almost seemed like time stood still?  It took so long to get from one year to another.  I miss that.  I really miss that.

Well, for those who have been here before and wonder why there's been no posts, for those just stopping by for the first time, I thought I'ld update a little on life.

Let's see, in are last episode our lovely heroine was working by day as a mild mannered Personal Assistant at a small film company and Mom.  By night a caped crusader of theater and the arts fighting against "safe" theater.

Unbenost to our spunky fighter of boredom in the arts, her evil nemises  Girl in Da Hood... from Kansas (are there really gangs in Kansas?) was going through emotional breakdown in her life.  Got drunk and slit her own throat (evil nemises, not our plucky heroine), of course word on the street was it wasn't so much the drinking, but rather the meth and coke.  Hence, on our last parting we ended seeing our lovely heroine in a puddle of blood and Girl in Da Hood....from Kansas boldly exclaiming, "I'll kick your fucking ass", as she and her emotionally and mentally challenged sidekick, the whiny, It's Not My Fault Girl flee running from the scene.

To cut to the chase, this was last June in the meantime after having my face bashed in, my nose broke, my left knee messed up the judge decided in the no contact hearing that she wasn't a threat to me and I had nothing to worry about.  The fact that she left threatening messages on my answering maching, the hangup calls, the screaming at me in public, her girlfriend chasing my car through traffic, the harrassment at work.....the fact she had already jumped me in broad daylight, 4 days after a screaming threatening hangup call (proved and recorded on my phone bill by *69 (I did get that right, or was that just a ....nevermind), 4 days after the threatening message left on my voicemail (identified herself even, and played in court).  She wasn't a threat.  The Prosecuting Attorney's Office decided not to press charges...even though she admitted to doing it and there were witness's everywhere???!!! 

Hark, is that the melodious sound of my faithful but whiny 5year old sidekick, Pumpkin Monkey Butt Girl???? And so another day begins.  Join us soon as we catch up with.....the rest of the story