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My family and I have been in our new house for about 2 1/2 months now and ever since we've moved in, we've had a slight problem with a few of the neighborhood kids...about eight of them.

We have a pretty long drive way and it's at an angle which is perfect for catching speed for skateboards, bikes, scooters, heelys' and whatever else they can find with wheels.

We've told them in the nicest way to please not ride on our property and to not play around the cars. My husband has two old trucks that he's restoring and are both in the garage, and those are his prized possessions. You can imagine his "dismay" when he came home to find a huge dent in the hood of one of his babies. I thought he was going snap when he saw another dent in the grill.

The blow might have been a little easier to bear if, when we had spoken to a few of the parents; they would understand and tell their children it's not right to play in other people's property...but basically the answer was that they can't really control their snotty little brats.

I have to admit I was pretty pissed as well. I am very picky about my space and my things. I don't like anyone invading my territory.

I saw a movie last night that for some reason had a bear riding in the rear of an Ice-Cream truck. These two men were driving around with the little Ice-Cream truck jingle on and all these kids were running to the window in hopes of a cool treat.

Instead this huge bear thrusted his head out the window and roared as if to try and grab a treat himself.
All the kids stopped in their tracks and screamed their heads off while running the other direction.

I told John that were were showing our age when WE have turned into the people of the house WE would be riding our bikes on as a kid.

I guess he didn't care because after seeing that segment, all he could say while
laughing was "I would love to do that to all these damn kids."