December 23rd, 2002

lots of weekend stuff to talk about

Friday night Jess and I went shopping for Tandra. It was fun. Then later Miah and I went to Old Chicago, just the two of us. That was cool too. There was a wait, but Bryce seated us right away in the back. It's good to be regulars. :-)

Saturday, my brother came over and we went over to the old house to move the last couple loads of stuff. When we got there, all the kids' toys were gone from the front yard. Sissy's pink big wheel, Nic's bike, the playskool gym thingy, the red wagon, even our doormat. Gone. I called Tandra and told her and she was NOT happy. So I started running around talking to the neighbors I trusted (which would be exactly ONE household there). They hadn't seen anything, of course. So I knocked on The Neighbor's door. You know, the ones who drove us out of the house to begin with. I got things like "Well, there was a bunch of Mexicans here with a truck and a trailer, but we didn't see them load up anything" and "they knocked on your door" and "Taylor just told us he saw two black kids and a mexican kid here a few hours ago this morning" and "we wouldn't want anything bad on anyone, especially the kids" and all this shit. I didn't know who or what to believe so I just called the cops to make the report in case we decided to make a claim against our renter's insurance. We went on moving and after a few minutes our other neighbor Bobbie showed up. I don't trust Bobbie as far as I can throw her because she's got a big mouth. She doesn't lie or anything, but don't tell her anything you don't want everyone else to know. I asked her if she'd seen our stuff and she looked over at the Neighbor's house and looked back at me. "Oh really?" I asked. She nodded. "You've seen this with your own eyes?" She nodded again. "Will you tell that to the cops?" At which point she started hemming and hawing... "ohh, I hate to get between people..." I said, "Listen, I need you to tell that to the cops if I'm going to get my shit back." "Oh, ok, I will." Later on she called Tandra and said that the neighbors had been watching her kids. When she went to pick them up, she went into the basement and saw all our stuff. She thought to herself "my kids are younger, if Tandra was going to give that stuff away, why didn't she give it to me?" But she forgot to mention anything about it to the neighbors. Bobbie also informed us that James (asshole ape neighbor boy) was wanted. Ha. So we called the cops back and told them we had a witness who knew where our shit was. I guess they will wind up getting a search warrant and looking through the place today. I only wish I could be there when they arrest his dumb ass. Tandra called CrimeStoppers, and if he's arrested on a felony, we might get some reward money.

How funny would that be? What an ultimate "last laugh". Not only were you stupid enough to think you could get away with stealing our shit, but we're going to get MONEY for getting you caught. Ha. How stupid can you be? They are such idiots. I will never ever regret moving away from there.

It's cold, it's cloudy, it's supposed to snow 4-8 inches tonight :-) It's going to be a white Christmas!! And, we get together with our friends tonight to do Christmas. Maybe if it's slickery outside, Miah and I can go slideways! :-)

This storm is moving northeast :-)

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    Imagica - Never Ending Story

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I believe my reward to myself for working today will be... not working!

Oh yeah, and thanks, umokay. Every time I hear any part or version of Carol of the Bells, I get the Burger King Retard stuck in my head.
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    The Birthday Massacre - To Die For

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I went outside for lunch and got PELTED with huge snowflakes, and tons of them. Then when I got in the car, the Nutcracker Suite was on the radio. Appropriate :-) When I first left for lunch, I had planned on making a journal entry that said "it's not slick yet, but in an hour or two it certainly will be." But by the time I got back, I had slidden around at least three parking lots over my lunch break. I was driving around doing the stuff I needed to do and I passed by the parking lot of the University... you know I couldn't resist. So here's me, with Handel's Messiah blaring in my car, sliding sideways all over the parking lot. It was all kinds of fun. And, they keep raising the estimate for how much accumulation there will be. I love it.

So there's this lady who sits in the cubicle behind me. I finally had to e-mail her to tell her to turn her goddamn cell phone ringer off when she's at work. That fucking thing was on super loud and when she wasn't at her desk it would ring and ring and ring, and then that fucking annoying voice mail thing would beep and beep... it was ass. Finally I just sent her a nasty e-mail telling her to turn it down. She never responded, but the thing is turned down now.

I told you that so I could tell you this:

That first story is an indication that she is an idiot. I will use that as evidence that mini-van drivers suck. Just now I heard her say "I did $5000 worth of damage to my Plymouth Voyager by hitting a parked car while looking at Christmas lights."

Nuff said.

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    The Roches - 07 Away in a Manger