Monday, October 29, 2007



Life has really been giving me lemons lately.

Most recently, this weekend, I realized my camera is missing. The more I think about it, I know right where it is.....or isn't.

Last weekend, my car was broken into. The window smashed out, right in my own driveway. The guy stole my Tom Tom GPS, my purse, and now I realize, my camera. I know, you are supposed to bring your Tom Tom with you and not leave it in the car, but I would just turn it off and put it face down when I was home. When I went places I would hide it in the console compartment. My purse...well I know, stupid for leaving it in the car. I had my hands full when I went in the house and it didn't have anything too valuable so I didn't think much of it. It was kinda under the seat so I figured I would just get it later. Funny thing is I had pulled out my wallet that has all my credit cards in it a couple of days before, so I could fit in a diaper and wipes case. Hehe. So the guy got from my purse, which was BRAND NEW by the way, UGH, a diaper and some wipes, my lipsticks, my drivers license, my checkbook, and a little cash. This weekend I realized my camera was missing, and the last time I remember having it was last Saturday afternoon, in the car. I remember looking at the pictures that I had taken that day at the tractor hayride with my mommy's group. Such CUTE pictures of Drew painting a pumpkin, riding on the hayride, and a GREAT family picture of us on the paddle boat. Why is it the priceless things that are missing that hurt the most!

The Tuesday before this happened, I saw a guy walking around in my backyard. Didn't think too much of it.  A little bit later I saw a police officer walking around in the backyard. So I went outside to see what was going on. He said that a little earlier a guy had broken in two houses down. From my backyard I could see the police officers dusting for fingerprints in my neighbor's bathroom window. FREAKING OUT HERE. I had seen the guy. He broke in to that house and the house behind me that morning, and everyone that saw him had the same description as me. The police officer made a comment about how I should call if I see people in my yard..... Yah, If I called them everytime someone was in my yard, they wouldn't have come, they would have thought I was just being crazy again.

As if I wasn't freaked out enough, the next Sunday when my car was broken into, this same guy was spotted at about the same time this happened. One of my neighbors saw him behind his house, so we are pretty certain that it was the same guy. I have always felt slightly uncomfortable in my neighborhood, but now after 4 years of living here, I am freaked out.

As if this wasn't enough..... A couple months ago, my neighbors car hit my house. That's right, it hit my house, right into Drew's room. Their car slipped out of park and rolled right back out of their driveway and into my little boy's room. I can't tell you how many hours Drew spent in front of that window, whether he was playing right there or looking out waving to the neighbors. That day, when we got home, Drew was asleep and instead of laying him in his bed, I laid him on the couch. This was the first time I ever did this. Not long after, we hear CRASH, glass breaking, house shaking. SERIOUSLY, who prepares for this sort of thing! So I spent over 2 months with a hole in my house while it was fixed, which took WAY to long. It is just now finally fixed and we are trying to get our lives back in order.

And by the way, we moved Drew to another room.....can't chance that again. Now just to move me to a new house.

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