The Rape of Big Red Part Deux

Yes, I know it's been a long time. I've been busy. Sorry. Before I get to all that, I'm sad to report that yet again, some dumb punk decided to smash my car window. Only this time, they didn't get anything because there's nothing left in my car for them to take! HAHA! Take that stupid vandals! I'm considering leaving a little steno notebook in my glove box that says "Please sign my guest book". That said, it was fairly easy to fix - the nice glass guys came right out to my house! Fortunately, I have great insurance with a really low deductible, so it didn't hit the pocketbook too hard.

Here's my lovely car window at 11:30pm on Sunday night:

On to happier things. Well, sort of. A week or so before the big performances, I got sick. Go figure. I had gone since February without feeling so much as slightly sick to drop dead sinus infection. I tried to talk and think my way out of it, but, alas, I was definitely sick. I even stayed home from work! I managed to get it all pulled together for production week and the shows went off without a hitch. I was so excited that Adam, Eva and Oma could all make it along with almost my entire church choir! I'm so touched that everyone took time out of their Saturday night to listen to a little music! The shows were awesome - honestly, the Christmas show is one of my favorites. I love the audience sing along because it's so amazing to hear and entire theatre singing back to you!

I did manage to make it back to the pool today. I'm contemplating masters swimming, although I'm not sure if I'm ready for the time commitment. I just like the idea of having coaches (makes working out so much easier) and potentially being able to do some races (it's been forever, and I won't necessarily go back into full blown competitive mode, but maybe just one every now and then). I definitely need to get back into shape, and that might be the way to go. I'll probably wait until after I get the house to get that all worked out.

Finally, to my dear friend, the anonymous commenter (freedom of speech is great, isn't it?). Please know I meant no harm in my last post. Having lived in San Diego for 7 years, I made friends with many Latino people (according to the 2000 US Census, those of the Hispanic/Latino race actually do outnumber other races in San Diego and other cities close to the boarder). And you do tend to find the best authentic Mexican food in our great state (try finding it in Georgia... I'm not kidding). That said, I'm quite sorry if I offended you - in no way were my statements meant to be taken as anything other than a lighthearted joke.

Good night!

The Rape of Big Red

Now I'm really convinced that this week shouldn't exist.

Today I walked out to my car to leave for work and found that it had been broken into. The quirk is that someone peeled the door open. No, they didn't smash the window, they peeled. The officer said it was definitely more than one person because one guy had to use the crow bar and the other guy had to pull. They walked away with 10 CDs, a pair of cheap sunglasses, my rosary that hung on my rear view mirror and a crystal that Brigitte gave me that also hung on the mirror. They threw everything around inside my car and cleaned out the glove box and console. The officer kept asking me if anyone was mad at me because of the level of vandalism. Most of the time criminals would just have broken the window for a quick in and out. I honestly can't think of anyone that's mad at me. And I don't generally hang around the type of people that would destroy my car if they did happen to get mad at me.

So, my day has been spent calling the police, the insurance company, the rental car people and the repair shop. Not sure how much it's going to be, but my police officer said they will most likely have to replace the whole door to make it structurally sound. Great. I'm sure that will be a quick fix.

My poor Big Red. She's been through so much...

Here are some pictures:




To the bastards out there who broke into my car: you'd better watch out. Stealing a rosary is a pretty serious thing, and God just might smite you. I'd be looking over your shoulder if I were you. Oh, and, if they find you, I'm pressing charges. Felony breaking and entering, baby.