And The Beat Goes On

Like Sonny and Cher said, "and the beat goes on and on and on...", that's how life is.


On the home front, someone, it seems, is determined to steal my truck. I have two trucks--a 2000 Ford F150 and a 2003 Dodge. Both are standard, nothing fancy at all about them. The Ford is a stick shift, the Dodge is an automatic.


A few weeks ago, after visiting at HSM's house one evening, I opted to get a ride home instead of driving myself. It had been snowing, the roads were slick and I hate driving in that stuff. I left the Dodge parked in her driveway.


The last time one of the kids looked out the window was at 3:30am. At 4am, they later found out, their neighbor noticed their garage door was open. The neighbor thought 'wow, they're up early' and that was that. At 7:30 whem ABM went out to leave for work he saw my truck was messed up. It would seem the crooks struck between 3:30 and 4:00am.


The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck all the while trying to get it started so they could steal it. Thankfully they weren't the best or the brightest in their profession.


We had the truck towed to the repair shop and made out a police report. I called my insurance company, you know the rest.


Two weeks later the body shop finished fixing my truck. I went by and signed the insurance check over to them. They said come back tomorrow to get the truck, we want to clean it up real nice before you take it. Okay dokey.


The next morning, just as I'm getting ready to head to the body shop, my phone rings. 'Are you sitting down?' the owner asked. Just as soon as they'd finished washing the truck and making it all nice-nice for me, and parked it on the side street right next to the shop's door, some crooks tried to steal it. Again.


The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck. Fortunately, this crew was as inept as the last one and they didn't make off with my truck.


Once again the truck is in the shop. Once again it's another almost 3 grand worth of damage. Differnce is this time it's being fixed on the body shops insurance, not mine.


Before I take delivery of the truck this time I'm having an alarm installed on it.


I'm starting to get a little paranoid about all this. It would seem someone has an order in for a 2003 Dodge truck and the crooks have decided mine fills the bill. I'm afraid they'll come for it again, but this time with a flat bed truck and just load it up and take it away.


I'm thinkng what I need is a little person. You know, a dwarf. A gangster dwarf. A gangster dwarf to lay down in the back seat of the truck armed with a semi automatic weapon. When the crooks come for the truck, and I'm just paranoid enough to think they'll try again as soon as it's repaired and back on the road, the gangster dwarf will rise up from the back seat and blow the crooks to smithereens.


Fight fire with fire!


Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.

much peace to you and yours--
Tawny



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Sleeping Is Over Rated

For whatever reason it's going on 3am and I've been up and awake since 1am. Went to bed at 10:30pm so tired I couldn't hardly see straight. Don't understand why I couldnt stay asleep.

I never have trouble sleeping. This makes no sense at all to me.



Tawny

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Life Is A Beach

I was talking with someone last night and they said they were so tired of hearing my answering machine say I was at a doctor appointment. Yeah, well, if you're tired of it just think how tired I am--I'm the one doing it and I'm the one paying for it.

Give me a break.


Tawny

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