My title makes me cringe, waiting for my dear mentor to blast me with my self-deprecating-ness and speaking falsehoods and untruths into my life. But, she isn’t here now so I’ll continue and quickly admit that insecurity is a huge weakness that promotes my self-deprecating. How’s that?
Some of my old readers may remember a post about my neighborhood when I moved in about my massage therapist/biker man with a handle bar mustache neighbor “Smitty”, (who is friendly and cool) and the drug house on the corner. Those who know me, know I exaggerate but it was a drug house for REAL. Constant traffic, suspicious behavior, dogs on chains at the door during which more knowledgeable visitors than I determined to be a big drug exchange… Well, that has ceased. I guess they moved their pot and meth to another location or something. So our neighborhood has been quaint and pretty for awhile and the abandoned house next door on my other side was bought by a nice family with children with the father being the manager of Panera here in Fayetteville. (Of which I have received no such benefits like pastries and bread much to my chagrin.)
The family across the street moved away with whom we had a positive discourse with (other than the unfortunate mailbox incident) and was replaced with what I fondly call the “Crack-Head Family”. Thus, the title of “hypocrisy and snobbery” in this blog. This ain’t no golf course neighborhood! The wife always looks strung out on something and yells at her kids constantly. The husband only seems to own one shirt, a blue one with “SFD” on it in huge letters. He’s a firefighter for Springdale and seems like a pretty decent guy. Anyhoo, the introduction over now, I can say that they appear to be moving today. There is a big van with a trailer that they are loading up and I feel good about this. “Oh, Heidi, you are such a snob!” you say critically. Well, people, let me fill you in a little bit on something I can’t believe I haven’t blogged about yet that may change your minds!
The police have been there two times, I’ll be discussing the first visit because it was more traumatic. I was leaving my house the day that my brother got his fauxhawk and while I was standing in the driveway two police cars sped down the street with their lights going, but without sirens. One pulled past the house across the street, and I though, “Crap, Jack’s mom is being taken in for child negligence”, but I haven’t told you about Jack yet have I? He only wears superman and batman costumes and we see him halfway up the street with his costumes only halfway zipped up on a regular basis. I’ve never seen him supervised and he just wanders around the neighborhood all the time. Now, I’ve run off on a tangent, back to my story: and the other car stopped before the house. Both cops jump out, draw their guns and creep up to the house. They are doing the quick-look-around-the-corner thing that I recognize from COPS. I realize that they are trying to be sneaky, but I holler out “Do I need to go inside?” because, seriously folks, all they had to do is point at me and point at my house for me to skedaddle inside. Which I did shortly afterwords anyways because they ignored me. I plopped Summit on the ground, threw him some toys and fought Drew for primo spots peeping out my front window. Ben, of course, wouldn’t listen to me and stayed outside, I’m sure hoping there would be a shoot-out of some sort and he could throw on his kevlar and run over, guns blazin’, to the rescue. Thank God that wasn’t necessary. I kinda like him. 
During this time, a fire truck was parked at the corner, 2 additional police units pulled up, an ambulance appeared and one of those ambulance in a truck pulled past the house.
The Police were at the door. One with his back next to the door posed for action… the other one quickly threw open the door and ran in…
Nothing.
Really. How anti-climatic am I?? Nothing happened. They came out, we came out because everyone seemed more relaxed. Ben was sure someone was dead inside because they backed up the ambulance in a truck into the driveway, but it stayed there for a minute before leaving. I wanted to stay and gawk, but Ben started to load up (those of you with kids understand that remark) and as we were getting into the car an officer came over. I was about to faint with happiness because my curiosity was killing me! The woman was missing and apparently they were having marriage problems and she had threatened to hurt herself. I’m guessing that because her husband was a Firefighter that was the reason for the huge response. Well, you know she is fine because of my nice earlier “looks strung out” description not being a past tense thing so they are back together for more tumultuous times I suppose. I hope that they will work out their problems (in a calmer way) in the future wherever they are going.
By the way, there is a lovely home across the street that is for rent, anybody looking???