Friday, April 16, 2010

Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do....

Alright, I hate that song but it IS the song for the show COPS so it is fitting to what just happened.

Those that know me well, know I love crime shows. I will hopefully never be on, or be the subject of one of those shows, so I feel like I just had a tiny little thrill.  Let's go back an hour to when Bryan was trying to sell a TV on Craigs List. He asked me if a guy could come over and look at it. Strange man coming to the house while I am alone did not sit well with me, but hey, Bryan had his phone number and his son's phone number which would make finding my killer quite helpful (had he chosen to whack me). He came over, nice older man, and we chatted. He was all about the dogs, and then he said he wanted to hook the TV up to the cable. I think I look pretty honest and I promise we would not sell anything that did not work. He wanted me to prove it. I told him that we could hook it up in the playroom, and I would just take the cable from the wall, into the TV. He said no, that was wrong, we had to run it through the DVD player. Um, no you don't. He moved the TV stand, unhooked all the wires, and still nothing worked. I then convinced him to just let me try my way, and what do you know? It worked. Shocker. He was having a hard time lifting the TV (and I certainly can't) and he told me him and a utility knife got into a fight, and the knife won. He then took off the splint his thumb was in to show me where he sliced his thumb off. He told me he got the cast off yesterday and showed me all the scars, his range of motion, etc. This happened several times. Poor Larry and his thumb. At least it got reattached. Larry bought the TV (no more huge TV on the dining room table-YAY!) and he left.

After he left I went on to my domestic duty of emptying the dishwasher. From where the dishwasher is, you can see the driveway. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something. I think it is Larry coming back because he forgot something, or just wanted to talk about his thumb some more. Nope, two creepy looking men headed towards the house. I ran to make sure Bryan's garage was locked since they were headed there. I looked out the window and I did not see them so I thought they were going into the backyard via the side door. I froze again, and did not see them. After awhile, I looked out the window and this is what I saw (and yes, of COURSE I took pictures....with a zoom lens from far away while hidden behind a wall.)
I think they are saying "Sh*t dude, we are screwed" (I am sure it was much more vulgar than that.) Then they started arguing with the cop, although I am not sure. At that moment I wish I had that thing for hearing I see on TV. You know the one, where they say you will be able to hear your neighbors talking from far away. I so wanted that! I pressed my face up against the door but all I could hear was the wind and birds chirping. Damn you Spring!
Look at the body language. Arms crossed, pants falling down (it is called a belt. Get one.) I definitely think there was a quarrel. I love that word. Quarrel. So fun.

Then I see this pull up:
One cop car is bad, but with two cop cars I was hoping to see some handcuffs and throwing people against the car. No such luck. Our neighbor Don was walking up the driveway, I assume Bryan called him since it was right after I told Bryan about what was going on. I asked Don what was happening and he was going to go talk to the cops to find out. I told him I think they were trying to get in the backyard. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. The cop asked me what I saw, so I told him about Larry (I did not tell him about the thumb incident) and how I thought it was him. Then I said I thought they were trying to get into the yard. We walked over there and he said "I see no evidence here." Suddenly I hear the Law and Order theme song in my head. This is getting good. We walk back to the driveway and he said they were probably just peeing. Um, what? He then tells me they were walking the neighborhood putting out flyers, and he points to the garage where the flyer was. What was my VERY first thought after he told me this? Ooh, I wonder if it is a flyer for a new pizza place. I love pizza. But no, it was for landscaping. Suddenly I was bummed for two reasons: 1)No new pizza place in Parker (with coupons) and 2) No scandalous story to relay to people. Then he tells me, "Those guys are NOT the people you want in this neighborhood. Trust me." I say, "Oh really?" Then he says, "Trust me. I can't tell you too much but those are not the guys you want around here." Of course I am dying to know what they have done. Rob a bank, rob a house, get arrested for indecent exposure due to lack of a belt? Oh tell me, tell me. He then asks me if I am a mom. I tell him I am going to be a step mom and he goes on to tell me women have an intuition, and I need to listen to it. Thanks Dr. Phil Cop. He tells me "In a complete PC way, I told them to get the hell out of here." He even did a hand motion while stating this. He told me if I ever see them again, to call him right away (yet he never told me his name). He then said, "Someone else called, we have been called on them before and we want you to call if you see them again. Call us, we are paid by the hour." What the heck does THAT mean?!

The two cops stood in the driveway for a few minutes. I took a far away bad picture as I hid in the dining room trying to be sly:
Were they talking about the incident? What those two guys have done in the past? How insanely dirty that window is? How hot of an almost step mom they just talked to was? I would like to think it was the hot step mom thing. :)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Bubbles

When it gets to be over 60, the Forrest men love to be outside. Bryan puts on shorts and flip flops, and it is go time. When the boys got home from school today, they wanted to play with bubbles. Ah, the simple joys of being a kid. Soapy water and a wand. Torrin had a very hard time understanding the concept of not blowing with all his might. It took him awhile but he eventually got a few bubbles. I have no pictures of Camden because the neighborhood kids came out and he wanted to play with them.
Torrin took a minute to say "Wassup peeps"
He kept trying to get the bubbles to work and was eventually successful.
Then Daddy got to try:
That bubble toy is pretty cool. It is much easier than the wand that comes with the bubbles. Torrin was much better when he used that:
Then we tried together. Obviously, this was not going to work but he thought it was fun:
While he was next to me, I went in for a kiss. In this picture it looks like he is thinking no way Dani, but he did kiss me. Bryan just did not catch it.
He then went back to the wand and trying far too hard:
He had such a great time. I love his picture of him. Pure happiness:
Love that kiddo!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

It is Gone....

I did not shed a tear. I am sure the water works will come eventually, but I was strong. I took a few pictures and off it went. Here are the last shots of me and the Mazdarati. This is me turning the key one last time. The last place it went was the gym. I feel horrible. It should have gone someplace cool with me, like Little Caesars, or Hobby Lobby. Not the place of evilness and pain....
Then we brought it home. Here are some more pictures:
Holding onto it for dear life. It looks a little scandalous. Normally I would NEVER post, or keep, a picture of my backside, but this one did not make me look too much like a heffer, so I posted it. Now the plateless pic:
It looks so naked. And now the final pic with the car:
Bryan was so excited about the money that he had to take a picture of me. Here I am, smiling on the outside, missing the Mazdarati on the inside:
I love Bryan, I do, but pay attention to the windows when taking a picture. It is so bright. Plus it looks like we only got $800 for the car with the way I am holding it.

I don't think reality has set in. I will miss my car. Sure, I love the BMW, but the Mazdarati was with me for a long time. RIP-September 28th, 2002-April 14th, 2010. I know it did not die, but it left me, so I have to be a little dramatic.

On a happier note, my oldest nephew is 15 today. Where the heck did that time go?! I was a freshman in college when I got the phone call that Denise was in labor. Now he is 15. Seriously?  I wish I had digital images of him but I would have to scan some of his birth, and well, I just don't feel like it right now. So I will put a picture of the two of us on our road trip last summer:


We jokingly say he is my son because we have so much in common. We pretend that I was just too young to take care of him, so I gave him to my sister. We order the same things at restaurants. I love this kid. I have so many memories of him. He was a huge part of my college years-I was so thankful they lived 5 miles away. I got to see him all the time. My favorite story was when my parents came up to visit and after they left I went find my keys, and they were nowhere to be found. Quinn had just started talking so I went and said, "Quinn, where are Tanta's keys?" He looked at me and said, "In Nana puuuurse." So cute, but I did not believe him. He repeatedly told me they were in Nana's purse. Remind you, this was back before cell phones, so I had to wait until my parents got home 2 hours later and ask them if my keys were in my mom's purse. Sure enough, Quinn was telling the truth. I could not get into my apartment and I had to wait until my parent's mailed me the keys. Awww, kids. I miss those days! Happy Birthday Quinn! I love you!

Saying Goodbye....

Today is the day I did not think would come. I mean, I knew it would, but I wasn't planning on it happening so quick. When Bryan and I got engaged, there were talks of me needing a bigger car. I said I was fine, the two car seats fit, and we don't have another kid yet, so we are fine. Plus my car is paid for. It was idle chatter, but then Bryan decided to get rid of his baby-the Camaro, and he traded it in for his new baby, the Audi (or as the kids call it, the Owie) This was his car he was going to drive all the time, unlike the Camaro that sat in the garage. When he got the Audi, this left the BMW SUV available, which we decided would become mine. No, it is not a ton bigger, but it is nicer. It has heated seats and a heated steering wheel which is pretty cool. We agreed upon it and put my car up for sale on Craig's List. Here is a picture. I feel bad it is kind of dirty.

We immediately got calls on it. A guy named Tim came by and looked at it. I felt like it was cheating on me. Someone else was driving my car. Last night someone named Mike came by. Mike bought my car. He is coming by in a few hours to pick up the car.

Last night as I lay there in bed, the wedding thoughts were overrun with thoughts of my car. I got this car on September 28th, 2002. It is a 2003 and it just hit 56,000 miles. I have never had a car this long so it has been a part of me. It was the car I drove to New Jersey when I moved. It was the car that took endless amount of trips to Boston, Philadelphia, and places all over New Jersey. It held the friends I met in New Jersey and my Colorado friends. It was the car that I would take naps in during my lunch break when I was teaching. It was the car that I went to and sobbed in the day I found out I lost my job. It holds some very good memories (and some bad ones) but it has been with me for almost 8 years and today I have to say goodbye. I am going to let Bryan deal with it as I will probably break down. We are taking it for one last drive before it leaves me forever. I will take pictures of course. Yes, I am happy to have the BMW SUV, something I always loved but I knew I would never be able to afford. Bryan has given it to me and I do love it, but I will miss my car. My "Mazdarati."

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