We established the fun that rung in the New Year. Me demonstrating my strong vocals to guitar & band hero while my hot husband is rocking the guitar (those guitar lessons when you were 12 totally paid off baby!) was totally awesome way to start off 2010. Things were all good when I went back to work on Monday. Tuesday, that's when it all went down hill.
It started off good. I made this shirt for Anna (the snowflake is shiny like her pants) the night before so when she woke up and saw it she says "I'm starting the new year off right, shiny and sparkly". She's *my* kind of girl.
(not sure of the significance of the magnifying glass..but ok)
Later on in the day..I get a call from my mom. Letting me know that my in-laws house (next door to my house..where my mother & Hudson are) had just been broken into. Then the line goes dead. She immediately calls me from her cell phone and I call my fil (father-in-law) and his power is out too so I calm down a little knowing that someone hasn't cut power to my house with my mother & son there. Let me just tell you, I handled this crisis with my
dignity in tact my blog friends. The water works started and took hours to stop.
Here's what happened. My husband's uncle..we'll call him "M" is leaving his house when he looks up and sees a car in my il's driveway. A guy knocking on the door and the girl in the driver's seat of the car. He whips out cell phone and lets fil know that someone is at his house knocking on the door. He goes across to the barn & back and car is gone.
FIL comes home a little while later and the house had been ransacked. We've pieced together what we think happened. When "M" went across the street to the barn the guy ran around to the back and busted the glass in the french door and walked through it. Opened the door to the garage and opened the garage door. Girl pulls car into the garage. They then ransack the house. Loaded up the car in the garage.When you walk through a door of broken glass...you become like Hansel & Gretel and leave a trail of everywhere you walked except your trail is glass. They went to the master br first (that's where the most of the glass is). Pull out and dump out all drawers. Flip the mattress. Pull everything out of the closet. Deanna's old br was next, same thing. Billy's bedroom was last. This is where they extremely pissed me off. I mean..don't get me wrong. I'm *pissed* that you took Billy's grandfather's & dad's guns. I'm *pissed* that you took Billy's mother's wedding ring, his grandmother's jewelry. REALLY pissed that you took the pearl earrings that Deanna got married in and she let me wear them when Billy & I got married...I wanted Anna to wear those when she got married (you bas34qrds you). I'm angry that you invaded my mother's & father's-in-law privacy, you touched their things, you killed our safe place. They've lived there since 1973 and you've invaded their home for the first time.
But this...WHY THIS?
See the black bag at the foot of the bed on the floor? That's the bag that the funeral home gave Billy's parents when his grandmother died containing the book that people sign, the notes off of flowers, etc. Robbers, your mother must be so proud that *this* is what it's come to for you. Dumping out someone's funeral home bag in hope of finding something that you can pawn or sell. Dumping out someone's pictures (pictures that ahem SOMEONE went through a couple of years ago, separated Billy's & Deanna's out and put in chronological order. bast97853ds) and memories like they're nothing. Dumping out a BABY BOOK. Dumping out my kid's toys.
Robbers, I'm really angry at you. I'm angry that you didn't take the tv's that we're waiting on to die before we'll buy a new HD one. I'm angry that you took the printer that was brand new but you left the slow a$$ computer. I'm angry that you had the balls to go ahead and pull on into the garage and do this AFTER someone saw you. AND after you knocked on our neighbor's door down the street and fortunately he was home. I am still scratching my head over you taking the camcorder that is circa 1985 and is the size of a Fox 6 camera. I would really *love* to know how much you got for *that*.
I'm thankful. I'm thankful that you didn't go to the next driveway to my house. Because let me just tell you, you would be sadly disappointed if you came to my house. Unless you're looking for fabric, monogram machine, smocked clothes, a cricut, some outdated scrapbooking stuff (I'm trying to get back into it..) and nice old furniture. Because jewelry isn't my thing. Our tv and computer are older than my in-laws. I'm pretty sure if you tried to pull my overstuffed drawers out to dump them out you'd be amazed that the clothes I can cram in a drawer..and that's all that crammed in there. I am, however, thankful you didn't knock on my door because I'm pretty sure my mother wouldn't have come to the door either. I can't imagine what would've happened had you busted through my back door and scared my mother & son to death and I can only make myself think that would be the worst that would happen to them. Scare them.
So, needless to say, Tuesday wasn't the best of days.
Wednesday..started off...well...with no water. Pipes froze.
Miss Priss started her day looking all cute in another snow shirt since the "Blizzard of 2010" was about to take place in the south (could someone please turn the global warming back on please? Maybe everybody should get their clunkers back and start driving them again) and the BIG GAME was slated for Thursday night so her snowman had a houndstooth hat!
When I get home, there is water coming up from the ground where my meter is...lovely. After speaking to a not so nice employee of Birmingham Water Works, I turned the water off. Then I realized that she said if the leak is on the property of BWWB then I wouldn't be responsible for paying for the water thats flowing I told Billy to cut it back on. And it ran. all. night. long. What happens to water when the temp reaches around 20 degrees? Excellent.
And just when you're thinking that it can't get any worse. About 2:00 Thursday morning, I wake up to hear running through my house. Then buwah all over the floor. Anna tossed her cookies. She ran past a bathroom to puke in the floor. Billy called her our little puke sprinkler when there was puke from one end to the other. so. freaking. gross.
I will say it all turned around though.
image: rolltide.com
image: rolltide.com
That's right baby. National Champions. ROLL TIDE ROLL.
So at least the week ended well. I'm *so* happy that Alabama won. YAY.
Last week when we were off, we made over the playroom. I'm going to finish up the last piece of the puzzle tomorrow and will post pictures. We all love it and spend a lot more time there.