Deja vu: BOO.

Remember how one time I got a GPS for Christmas and all was right with the world? ...only to have it unceremoniously yanked from my car less than two months later? Remember how my family all pitched in and bought me a new one for my birthday a couple months after that (and there were tears of joy and gratitude)? And remember how someone broke into my garage last night, bashed in my friend's car window, used a skeleton key to get into MY Honda, and absconded with my precious Nuvi? Oh wait...you probably don't remember that last part. Yep, it happened.

Errands were on the docket this evening, so I headed out to the garage, only to get to my car and notice it was unlocked. "Strange," I thought. "I always lock my car now...especially since that last GPS-stealing incident." My next thought dealt with the disarray of the front seat, "Well, hey...I know I didn't rip everything out of my glove compartment and throw it across the car." Then: "WHERE'S MY GPS?!" That's right--it's gone the way of the black market. I hope whoever got it realizes that it's in dire need of a map update. Joke's on you, thief!

As it turns out, somebody broke into my apartment building's secure garage last night. They didn't go for the landlady's purse that was in her car...they didn't try to steal anything out of the beautiful black Mercedes Benz...they didn't even try to get the $700 worth of golf equipment out of the down-the-hall neighbor's vehicle. But don't worry. My car--the Honda Civic--took the brunt of the theft. Talk about a deja vu experience. COME. ON.

I feel thanks are in order, though. (Kind of like an awards show speech coming on...)

I would like to thank Monsieur Voleur for keeping all of my windows intact, at least.

Thanks for not stealing my tampons and other feminine hygiene supplies that I keep in the glove compartment. (But littering them across the front seat is kind of embarrassing...I mean, really...)

A big thanks to you for snatching my garage door opener and causing quite the ruckus in the building as the landlord had to scramble desperately to re-code the garage tonight and get everyone's openers to work with it.

Thank you for violating my privacy. I feel really safe and secure.

Thanks for causing me to cry the 'ugly cry' and get mascara all over my face.

I owe my busted up steering column to you, Thief Dude. I don't know if you were trying to hotwire my car or not, but seriously!? I don't even know where to begin on getting that sucker repaired. (For now, I really hope I don't have to make any fancy turns while driving, because it ain't happenin'...)

Moral of the story is this: no matter how cautious or OCD you are about keeping yourself away from trouble or danger, it'll probably find you. Somehow, somewhere, someday... I figure, hey, fool me once (and I was an idiot for letting it happen a year and a half ago in Provo), shame on me. Fool me twice, burglars...well, even if you don't fool me at all, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Mary, Mary...

...how does your garden grow?













Pretty cupcakes all in a row!

Old lady tendencies

In case you're new to reading my blog or you didn't know from having made my acquaintance for a few minutes, I am basically a 73-year-old woman in a 27-year-old's body. Don't believe me? Try these facts on for size:

* I wake up at 5:30 every morning and call waking up at 7:00 on the weekends "sleeping in."
* I pinch my niece's and nephews' cheeks (like a good aunt should!).
* I reminisce about the "good ol' days" when gasoline and milk were actually affordable.
* I watch Jeopardy religiously.
* I complain about how my knees creak.
* I find myself wishing I had a lawn so I could tell those young whippersnappers to stay off of it.

...and, last but not least--I have a deep-seated love for quilting. See below for evidence of said love. (This particular quilt will now belong to one youngest nephew of mine.)

Fat arm...little bone...

I've never broken a bone before in my life. On Saturday, though, I got tripped over while I was taking a lovely nap on a blanket in the park (it's a long story...). The person landed smack on my left elbow. I guess the fault should be borne solely by me, seeing as I was the dunce who decided to take a snooze in the sun...that's what I get for initially thinking I was out of the way of human traffic (not to be confused with human trafficking...which is pretty bad).

After the incident, I decided to get out of the way of where people were walking. I stood up, but the pain that followed was so bad I wanted to upchuck. The rest of the weekend became an obstacle course of small feats for me: putting my sleeve in a shirt without bumping my elbow wrong, trying to drive without yanking my left arm too fast, carrying a laundry basket very gingerly as to not upset the fragile, possibly-broken limb of mine.

When the swelling hadn't gone down by Tuesday morning (and at the urging from friends...and especially family members...), I decided to have it checked out by a professional.



Two hours later, and after having a doctor AND a radiologist check out this x-ray just to be sure, the verdict was...I was fine. Not even a hairline fracture! I got sent home with an ace wrap and a few sympathetic pats from the doctor at the Instacare. The bruise that has since emerged is quite the array of colors, ranging from purple to green to yellow.

BUT...the non-bone-breaking streak is still on! I am incredibly grateful that I won't be spending a good portion of the summer wrapped up in a fiberglass cast. As you can see, I have strong bones. Or lots of chubby cushioning to protect them.