Smash and Grab

No, not what Saylor does with her avocados. This is actually a post about what happened to me yesterday at Athena's school. I went to drop her off at her classroom as I do every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Upon my return I see some glass under my car (on the passenger end) and say to myself, "self, you drove over glass, I can't believe you didn't hear it or feel it when parking". Kept walking towards the car, opened it and sat inside. I looked over to my right and there was a pile of glass on the seat and no purse. Looking more clearly, my ipod was snatched as well. I couldn't believe that the 8-10 minutes (this is including chit chatting with a fellow mum) it took me to get Athena in her room, this brazen person had the audacity to smash my window and grab my purse. I was soooooooooo angry. I immediately went back into the school and called the police. Luckily, my bird brain left the cell phone on the counter in my house so I didn't have to try to get a hold of like 150 people for their numbers and lose some very cool pictures that I have taken (which reminds me I need to download) with my camera phone. Besides that little bit of good news, it was a morning filled with calls to our creditors and health insurance people, Blockbuster and even the Houston library (I didn't want anyone checking out books or dvd and not returning them...you know it isn't 5 cents a day like it was in elementary school). I went from angry to sad thinking that I had lost all of the pictures of Athena that I had gotten done at studios. You know being the first born and all I had and obscene amount of pictures....3mos, 6mos, 9mos, baptism, 12mos, 18 mos, 24 mos and a great picture of michael, Aidan and Juliana :( Wah. This is why you should sear your memories onto your brain so that you can't lose them. Oh well, don't feel too bad, I still have over 2000 pictures on my computer (we bought a separate drive).

Now, I am driving a car without a window on the passenger side. I did (after there was a wasp hovering over cars at the red light and I nearly died.....stop laughing marisa) cover up the gaping hole with a trash bag and moving tape. Ghetto fabulous fo' sho. Damn my deductible and damn the vandals (no, not the insurance company) who did this to my car. My mojo is slowly seeping (long month so far) and I must find a way to fix it before it is too late.


Love,
Wind strewn Bar-b