Ha ha ha, ah come on, it was too funny. And besides, my daughter has nails like this but has not lost one. None of the daycare parents wear these nails. Nobody I knows wears these nails. Maybe it was someone trying to get into a car?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
New Evidence
This afternoon as I was about to get into my car I noticed something weird on the concrete below my driver's door. Since my car was parked where Sarah's was at the time of the last break-in, I told her to quick call that detective she's been talking to. Tell him that the short skinny boy who broke into her car was wearing this. . . . .
Ha ha ha, ah come on, it was too funny. And besides, my daughter has nails like this but has not lost one. None of the daycare parents wear these nails. Nobody I knows wears these nails. Maybe it was someone trying to get into a car?
Ha ha ha, ah come on, it was too funny. And besides, my daughter has nails like this but has not lost one. None of the daycare parents wear these nails. Nobody I knows wears these nails. Maybe it was someone trying to get into a car?
More Punk Head Kids
"Not again!" I thought as Sarah came running in the house, grabbed her phone, and fumbled to get it open in a hurry running back out the door.
Sarah, the boys, and I spent most of Friday evening shopping in Huntsville. We got home around 10:15, dragged our loot in the house and Sarah went back outside to smoke. The glass door had hardly shut when she stumbled back in grabbing her phone. I walked outside to see what had happened and found Sarah, once again, on the phone with the police. At the same time I noticed in the middle of the street, about five houses down, were three teenagers, likely one girl and two guys. The girl was screaming put me down in a silly I-don't-really-mean-it, no doesn't really mean no, way.
When Sarah got off the phone she explained that when she walked out she saw the three amigos walking towards the Terry's yard directly across the street from us. They separated and each lifted the handle of three of the four cars parked in the yard and then came back together at the street and walked on. The Terry's front door being wide open and the porch light and flower bed runway lights brightly lighting the front yard did not discourage these meatheads. They weren't very stealthy, hell, they weren't very quiet. The only way I noticed them at all was that they were making enough noise at 10:45pm to wake up any children sleeping in the houses down the block.
The punk head kids (and I very quickly explained to my precious 3 month old grandson whom I was carrying at the time, that there was a difference between punk head and punkin) got almost to the Spring intersection before turning around and waltzing right back this way. They didn't seem in any hurry, just lolligagging down the middle of the street. Now I could see that the girl spent most of the time slung over one of the boy's shoulders, thus the yelling. She liked it. We are now standing in our front yard with the porch light's 100 watt bulb attracting the attention of every moth and potato bug in a 2000 foot radius but seemingly escaping the attention of the notorious trio of trespassers.
A man we recognized only as the Terry's friend came outside to his car. Sarah went over to tell him to let Mr. Terry know what was going on. A minute later Mr. Terry came out and Sarah filled him in. He immediately got in his car and drove down Clearview but by now the kids were out of sight.
A few minutes later, some 15-20 minutes after Sarah called 911 with a crime in progress report, the officer pulled up and Sarah went to the street to show him where he suspects were last seen but he put his hand up to shut her up. He was on the phone when he arrived and I hope it was an important conversation because it took him a couple of minutes to complete before he was willing to listen to Sarah. By this time the rats have disappeared into the night not to be found.
Mrs. Terry had called the police as soon as she learned of the mischief. SHe requested the officer return to make a police report. Mr. and Mrs. Terry and Sarah sat on their porch for another hour waiting but the officer never showed up. What? That's not good. I'm back to looking into razor blades under the door handles as a solution to this problem. I'm also looking into surveilance equipment. I want a picture of the bloody fingers.
Sarah, the boys, and I spent most of Friday evening shopping in Huntsville. We got home around 10:15, dragged our loot in the house and Sarah went back outside to smoke. The glass door had hardly shut when she stumbled back in grabbing her phone. I walked outside to see what had happened and found Sarah, once again, on the phone with the police. At the same time I noticed in the middle of the street, about five houses down, were three teenagers, likely one girl and two guys. The girl was screaming put me down in a silly I-don't-really-mean-it, no doesn't really mean no, way.
When Sarah got off the phone she explained that when she walked out she saw the three amigos walking towards the Terry's yard directly across the street from us. They separated and each lifted the handle of three of the four cars parked in the yard and then came back together at the street and walked on. The Terry's front door being wide open and the porch light and flower bed runway lights brightly lighting the front yard did not discourage these meatheads. They weren't very stealthy, hell, they weren't very quiet. The only way I noticed them at all was that they were making enough noise at 10:45pm to wake up any children sleeping in the houses down the block.
The punk head kids (and I very quickly explained to my precious 3 month old grandson whom I was carrying at the time, that there was a difference between punk head and punkin) got almost to the Spring intersection before turning around and waltzing right back this way. They didn't seem in any hurry, just lolligagging down the middle of the street. Now I could see that the girl spent most of the time slung over one of the boy's shoulders, thus the yelling. She liked it. We are now standing in our front yard with the porch light's 100 watt bulb attracting the attention of every moth and potato bug in a 2000 foot radius but seemingly escaping the attention of the notorious trio of trespassers.
A man we recognized only as the Terry's friend came outside to his car. Sarah went over to tell him to let Mr. Terry know what was going on. A minute later Mr. Terry came out and Sarah filled him in. He immediately got in his car and drove down Clearview but by now the kids were out of sight.
A few minutes later, some 15-20 minutes after Sarah called 911 with a crime in progress report, the officer pulled up and Sarah went to the street to show him where he suspects were last seen but he put his hand up to shut her up. He was on the phone when he arrived and I hope it was an important conversation because it took him a couple of minutes to complete before he was willing to listen to Sarah. By this time the rats have disappeared into the night not to be found.
Mrs. Terry had called the police as soon as she learned of the mischief. SHe requested the officer return to make a police report. Mr. and Mrs. Terry and Sarah sat on their porch for another hour waiting but the officer never showed up. What? That's not good. I'm back to looking into razor blades under the door handles as a solution to this problem. I'm also looking into surveilance equipment. I want a picture of the bloody fingers.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
On car break-ins
For the last four years my daughter's (Sarah) cars have been targets of mischief. In 2004, her senior year of high school, Sarah drove an old '95 green Grand Am. This car was broken into that fall and many CD's and forty dollars in cash was stolen. I think we made a police report even though I told her she should no better than to leave it unlocked. Didn't matter. With in the next two months it was broken into two more times and the handle completely ripped off each time. Again CD's and cash was taken and police reports were made. Since then she has bought a new car, moved to an apartment here in town and then moved to Kentucky but when her car spends the night in the driveway it gets broken into frequently. She resolved to keep nothing in her car more valuable than her door handle and began leaving it unlocked so that it would at least be undamaged. She slipped up a few times and left some CD's and a cell phone charger in it and sure enough they turned up missing. I convinced her to start locking her car again since the Suzuki has full coverage and we can get the handle replaced if something happens to it. So she did.
Now we've had our suspicions of who might be doing this. There are two little thugletts that live two doors down, in the house on the other side of the bad dog people. The older of the two is maybe twenty three, the younger is seventeen now. The younger, Mitchell, is friends with the bad dog people, I'm guessing someone is supplying someone else with something. But we've just had suspicions, no proof. In March of 2007 I watched as Mitchell and three thuggy friends broke a car window. I reported it to the police as I was following them down the ditch behind my house giving a description of what the were wearing. And they were all four caught. This kid is bad. His brother's name appears in the paper once in a while on drug related matters. Bad boy. These neighbors gotta go too!
Sarah's car was broke into again Friday night and we found that we have a sort of witness. Saturday morning I was up early getting ready to go to the Georgia Aquarium with my grandson, Warren, friends Twyla, Kevin, and Jonathan. I was dressing in the living room and looking out the window when I noticed a light reflecting off of Sarah's windshield in the driveway. We don't have street lights anywhere near so I knew that wasn't it. I walked outside to get my car seat and the stroller out and ready to put in Twyla's car and noticed that the light was coming from inside Sarah's car. I lifted the handle and found that it wasn't even latched. That's the way the perp has been leaving it. I guess so he doesn't make a noise shutting the door. On the driver seat was Sarah's CD case, opened. I woke Sarah up and asked if she had gone outside to look for a CD but of course she had not. The little thief was at it again. The one night Sarah forgets to lock her doors it happens again. While I was still standing in the driveway I noticed that my neighbor across the street's car door was opened too. I walked across the street to shut it so that he wouldn't wake up the next morning with a dead battery. Before I left for Atlanta I told Sarah to be sure and tell Mr. Terry that I shut his door. I didn't want to be accused of anything.
Later Saturday Mr. Terry and Sarah made police reports. Apparently the Terry's have had many break-ins as well. They've had CD's and Cell phones and such stolen too. The police officer informed them that this was common in the neighborhood. I didn't like that. He also said that there have been a few daytime house break-ins recently even with people home. Not good.
On Sunday my neighbor on the other side mentioned to my husband that he had come home late (like 2:30am) from work and was sitting in his carport smoking when a skinny white boy with dark, very short cut hair walked past him right up against his house past my house then into Michell's house. Sarah picked up her police report Monday and mentioned to the reports people that she had a possible witness. A detective tried to get in touch with her Wednesday and left a voice mail. He said, "I understand you have a suspect named Wellingham and by that do you mean Mitchell?" Apparently he's know.
Today I was feeding Parker on the couch in the bay window and noticed a boy in a red shirt walk towards Michell's door. The guy fit the description perfectly so I got up and took a picture of his car. I only got a view of the front so I called Sarah and asked her to hurry home so she could get the license plate. She did. A minute later the boy was out of the house again. I grabbed the camera but by then only got a picture of his backside. It's a start. We know what he's driving now. We'll get him!
Now we've had our suspicions of who might be doing this. There are two little thugletts that live two doors down, in the house on the other side of the bad dog people. The older of the two is maybe twenty three, the younger is seventeen now. The younger, Mitchell, is friends with the bad dog people, I'm guessing someone is supplying someone else with something. But we've just had suspicions, no proof. In March of 2007 I watched as Mitchell and three thuggy friends broke a car window. I reported it to the police as I was following them down the ditch behind my house giving a description of what the were wearing. And they were all four caught. This kid is bad. His brother's name appears in the paper once in a while on drug related matters. Bad boy. These neighbors gotta go too!
Sarah's car was broke into again Friday night and we found that we have a sort of witness. Saturday morning I was up early getting ready to go to the Georgia Aquarium with my grandson, Warren, friends Twyla, Kevin, and Jonathan. I was dressing in the living room and looking out the window when I noticed a light reflecting off of Sarah's windshield in the driveway. We don't have street lights anywhere near so I knew that wasn't it. I walked outside to get my car seat and the stroller out and ready to put in Twyla's car and noticed that the light was coming from inside Sarah's car. I lifted the handle and found that it wasn't even latched. That's the way the perp has been leaving it. I guess so he doesn't make a noise shutting the door. On the driver seat was Sarah's CD case, opened. I woke Sarah up and asked if she had gone outside to look for a CD but of course she had not. The little thief was at it again. The one night Sarah forgets to lock her doors it happens again. While I was still standing in the driveway I noticed that my neighbor across the street's car door was opened too. I walked across the street to shut it so that he wouldn't wake up the next morning with a dead battery. Before I left for Atlanta I told Sarah to be sure and tell Mr. Terry that I shut his door. I didn't want to be accused of anything.
Later Saturday Mr. Terry and Sarah made police reports. Apparently the Terry's have had many break-ins as well. They've had CD's and Cell phones and such stolen too. The police officer informed them that this was common in the neighborhood. I didn't like that. He also said that there have been a few daytime house break-ins recently even with people home. Not good.
On Sunday my neighbor on the other side mentioned to my husband that he had come home late (like 2:30am) from work and was sitting in his carport smoking when a skinny white boy with dark, very short cut hair walked past him right up against his house past my house then into Michell's house. Sarah picked up her police report Monday and mentioned to the reports people that she had a possible witness. A detective tried to get in touch with her Wednesday and left a voice mail. He said, "I understand you have a suspect named Wellingham and by that do you mean Mitchell?" Apparently he's know.
Today I was feeding Parker on the couch in the bay window and noticed a boy in a red shirt walk towards Michell's door. The guy fit the description perfectly so I got up and took a picture of his car. I only got a view of the front so I called Sarah and asked her to hurry home so she could get the license plate. She did. A minute later the boy was out of the house again. I grabbed the camera but by then only got a picture of his backside. It's a start. We know what he's driving now. We'll get him!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday morning we got up really early to go visit the Georgia Aquarium. My friend Twyla picked Warren and me up at 5:00 in the morning so that we could go to Green Pond (a little west of Birmingham) and picked up Kevin and then on to Aniston to pick up her nephew, Jonathan, to go Atlanta. We left home without directions so Twyla called her brother-in-law and asked him to look up directions on the internet. As she talked and drove I scribbled directions. We got lost any way. For forty five minutes with circled downtown Atlanta with no idea where we were. We called Laura and she looked up directions and tried to locate where we were by the street names I gave. We asked a guy trimming bushes at a gas station, we asked some young adults walking down the street, finally we asked a police officer standing on the corner. We made it! The place was crowded but it was a lot of fun. We watched a 4-D movie. Warren loved the bubbles and rain. I can't post pictures because I didn't take very many. I walked most of the place over with my purse on one shoulder, the stroller hanging by its strap on my other, as I hoisted the nearly three-year-old up as high as I could so he could see over the crowd. We'll have to go back another time when it isn't so craoded.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Blah Blah Blah Blog
I really need to catch up here. It's been a busy few weeks for me. I have had four children to leave my daycare and go to school and in their place I have taken on three infants. I must have been out of my mind! Individually they are all charming little tykes. Together with the other two one-year-olds they are making me crazy! I expect in the next few weeks things will settle into a routine of some sort.
In the mean time, I never finished the dog story. After the last session in court the animal shelter was to collect the dog named tracker (again). This time they found the dog and picked her up with no trouble. No trouble except for the condition she was found in. The dog was all skin and bones like she had been starved to death. She had had puppies just long enough previously to have been weened and sold. I imagine that's why they dragged this case out so long, so they could collect the money for the puppies. Speculation is that they tried to let the dog starve to death thinking that if the dog died the judge would suspend sentencing on Shameka as he did with Nick. I predict someone else is going to be arrested over animal cruelty in the near future.
Tuesday, August 5th was the last day Shameka could file an appeal and it appeared she did not. Friday, August 8th was the day she was to begin serving her 30 days. But she didn't. That Monday, the 4th, The girls and I went to Walmart right at 5:30 to pick up a few groceries and other things we probably didn't need. While we were there, Rick came home from work and the neighbor started threatening him. The threats were something like, "If you ever come in this yard again I'm going to kill you." A little later hubby was out adjusting the sprinkler in the front yard while Nick was mowing his. As Nick walked past he yelled over the mower motor, "I ought to just burn your house down. " Rick called me, asked where I was, and if the girls were with me. He then warned me to be alert when we pulled in the driveway because the neighbor was kind of hot.
When I got home I encouraged Rick to make a police report. We called the police and talked to an officer I didn't know and I was standing sort of behind and to the side so I couldn't read his badge. Rick told him we just wanted a police report on file. He told us that a police report was a waste of time if we weren't going to have him arrested. We thought a minute. It was one man's word against another's and if we couldn't put him in jail we didn't really want to piss him off further. We are genuinely afraid of this guy. We do believe him to be quite capable of big stupidity and we have our two little boys to protect.The officer did offer to go over and talk to Nick. Nick was out in the yard by this time having seen the police car across the street and knowing it was about him I'm sure. The officer walked over there and Nick began yelling. We stood on the front porch but could not understand what Nick was saying. Then Sarah, who had been sitting out back on the deck, came out the door reporting that Nick was yelling, "Nobody over here saying anything they are always calling the cops on us for no reason, blah blah blah. . . " And the officer left.
Friday we watched for Shameka to leave for her 30 day stay. In fact we didn't see her until the next Wednesday and thought she was in jail the whole time. But she was not. Seems she filed paperwork to serve on weekends and it hadn't been filed yet or some such malarkey. She was to come back the following Friday.
In the mean time, I never finished the dog story. After the last session in court the animal shelter was to collect the dog named tracker (again). This time they found the dog and picked her up with no trouble. No trouble except for the condition she was found in. The dog was all skin and bones like she had been starved to death. She had had puppies just long enough previously to have been weened and sold. I imagine that's why they dragged this case out so long, so they could collect the money for the puppies. Speculation is that they tried to let the dog starve to death thinking that if the dog died the judge would suspend sentencing on Shameka as he did with Nick. I predict someone else is going to be arrested over animal cruelty in the near future.
Tuesday, August 5th was the last day Shameka could file an appeal and it appeared she did not. Friday, August 8th was the day she was to begin serving her 30 days. But she didn't. That Monday, the 4th, The girls and I went to Walmart right at 5:30 to pick up a few groceries and other things we probably didn't need. While we were there, Rick came home from work and the neighbor started threatening him. The threats were something like, "If you ever come in this yard again I'm going to kill you." A little later hubby was out adjusting the sprinkler in the front yard while Nick was mowing his. As Nick walked past he yelled over the mower motor, "I ought to just burn your house down. " Rick called me, asked where I was, and if the girls were with me. He then warned me to be alert when we pulled in the driveway because the neighbor was kind of hot.
When I got home I encouraged Rick to make a police report. We called the police and talked to an officer I didn't know and I was standing sort of behind and to the side so I couldn't read his badge. Rick told him we just wanted a police report on file. He told us that a police report was a waste of time if we weren't going to have him arrested. We thought a minute. It was one man's word against another's and if we couldn't put him in jail we didn't really want to piss him off further. We are genuinely afraid of this guy. We do believe him to be quite capable of big stupidity and we have our two little boys to protect.The officer did offer to go over and talk to Nick. Nick was out in the yard by this time having seen the police car across the street and knowing it was about him I'm sure. The officer walked over there and Nick began yelling. We stood on the front porch but could not understand what Nick was saying. Then Sarah, who had been sitting out back on the deck, came out the door reporting that Nick was yelling, "Nobody over here saying anything they are always calling the cops on us for no reason, blah blah blah. . . " And the officer left.
Friday we watched for Shameka to leave for her 30 day stay. In fact we didn't see her until the next Wednesday and thought she was in jail the whole time. But she was not. Seems she filed paperwork to serve on weekends and it hadn't been filed yet or some such malarkey. She was to come back the following Friday.
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