3:31 pm March 28, 2009Biddy
I’m in a bad place… a place where tensions are high and F-Bombs are wanting to be dropped. In the last week and a half: my credit card number has been stolen, Jachin’s $300 bike has been stolen, and there was an attempt at Jon’s car (not that there’s a whole lot in there to steal).
I’m sick beyond sick of theft. Sick of people thinking they can help themselves to whatever they see.
I am angry. Irritated. Discombobulated. And just plain put out.
So now, for a moment, I am going to a happier place. A place with catchy rhythms and snappy rhymes. I think I had a dream about this song the other night, because it’s been in my head for a couple of days. And every time something else from this house goes missing, I close my eyes and count to ten and sing this song… doing so forces dark images right out of my head. Images like me kicking the ass of some friendly neighborhood vandal/thief.
*sigh* There… doesn’t everything feel a little better now? Not totally better, but y’know a little better. Not like, look Jachin’s super expensive bike is back in the garage better, but a little better.
Biddy biddy bop, funky funky… I’m still sitting up with a shotgun tonight.
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OH Suz, this bites! What a run of horrible people trying to take take take. f***ers. Did you file a police report(s)?
Good call on the Cantaloop though, such an excellent pick me up tune.
Comment by Nerak — March 29, 2009 @ 12:31 pm
Man, you must feel like you have a bullseye on your back. So much for living in Zion, huh? Really, though, I hope you’re able to get everything resolved!!
Comment by Joan — March 30, 2009 @ 5:23 am
Wait until I tell Byron, he’s convinced that we will be robbed any day now since we moved here, and as yet we’ve remained crime free. Sorry for the lousy bad luck. =)
Comment by Diana — March 30, 2009 @ 7:06 am
Oh Suz! That sucks.
Two weeks ago at the ballet studio, I was in the lobby chatting with another mom as we dropped our girls off for class. When class started, the other mom left to get something from her car. About a minute later, she came back in, clutching her purse to her chest, looking white and all out of breath. She had seen a woman grab her purse out of her car, take it to the car next to hers and start rifling through it. She yelled, “Hey! That’s my purse!” The woman got out of the car, threw the purse at her, got back in the driver’s seat and took off. She didn’t actually take anything, but it was so disturbing. My first reaction was to be angry. The mom said, “I’m not mad. I’m kind of sad. She must be feeling pretty desperate to be willing to try and steal from me.” All I can say is, that mom is a better person than me!
Comment by Leslie — April 10, 2009 @ 11:14 am
oh no! this is awful!
you can totally drop that f-bomb over here,
i’ll understand.
xoxo
Comment by jenica — April 22, 2009 @ 5:59 pm